Lilac

'Forgive me of this, little one.'

Suffocation. A tight hold that withholds life in any matter of form. With only darkness as the eyes hold out as the only companion. Lost to void of a once solitude world of home, safe and warm as a ice. Forever gone from the distance wishes that came before it all. A flex to the being, an arch of living for others to see. Rake in only pain in each ripple of the cosmos and stars. Whispers of voices anew and old, blend. Fires of hell burned while flotation remained stale and unresponsive. Cackles of metal, ringed as chains bind by the unknown. Awareness would be the goal. Yet, it still remains out of reach. Another murmur breaks through the void of the dreamless whims. It speaks, jumbled with the pain once more. A touch of holy breaks the screams to come alive.

Shatters and clatters, filled the room around. Raspy syllables refuse to form. Weight of punishment stays fresh on unexplained and nothingness wounds. Sightless eyes seek in the mist. A figure of holy stands near, a kind womanly face etches in distress. Bow lips move gently to that of a spooked animal.

"Easy. Be calm now." Regal the tone of an unsaid command, yet it reminded the being that of a mother to a child, as the being spoke again. "Do you remember who you are? Do you remember me?"

The uncertain mass of galaxies and swirling planets stills, while time around continues. Unhinged as a snake of a slandering face begin to form. Teeth of a beast gap in pointless breathing. Shaking like a river. No words come. Only a hollow wind passes. Shiver to and fore, confusion still. Sightless sees form on oneself. Wiry and spider-like. Points sharp that scrap against the stone of the area near. The woman being seeming so smaller now. Doll size.

"Be calm, dove. A lot has happened, I know."

A hiss of steam is spread, no tone. The lone word broken but very much alive.

"I̷̢̙̗̖̥͙̜͓͖̫̤̍̓̓̿̆t̸̳̞̠̀̈̃̍́̈̄͠ ̴̨̯̟̗̙̼̣̙̺̙̝͈͕̃̑̀̈́̋̚̚͜ͅḩ̵̛͓̳̟̣͔̭̲̲̩͂͛̔͗̈́̆͜ͅư̶̡̡̜͕̤̥͇͓̻̦̺͙̥̐̔̽̄̀͗́́r̶̢͇̲̳͍̯̯̥̓͆̀̔̾̀̊̈́͆̆̚͝͝t̴̯͙̦͂̀̈́̈͒̈͘̚͝͝s̸͔͉̲͍̯̜͙̥̊͌.̴̢̨̲̖̞̻̃̈́̏̔̀̇́͗̈͑͝ ̸̢̙̈́̉̈͊̑B̴̞̗̹̺̯̞͚̒̏̎̔̇͐͆y̴̨͇̪̳̟̼̠̦͓̞̜̘̫̜̣̒͘ ̶̞̞̩̙̜̼̖̋̈́̑ͅt̴̘̳̓̍͑͑̌͠h̸̻̊̐̀̋͗͐͌̌͌̇͂̚̚é̶̹̝͇͙̀̉ ̵͙͔͙̠͒̇͑̋g̸̨̛̛̜̣̎̓̋͘͜ȯ̴̧̺̪̻͉̝̦̳̝̎́̿̅̀̆͛̕̕͠ḑ̶̂̿̋̿͒̿̿̌͂͗̽̓͛͝͝s̶̘̬̥̰̽̈́̇̓̏̎́́.̵̢̡̡͚̗͓̺̩̪̖͙̭͈̉́̎͒͊̂̌̿̈́͒̀̏̚̕ͅ.̶̢̞͚̜̟̲̻̬̦͓̪̭̻͕͙̿͂̌͂.̶͕̹̈́͂́ͅ ̶̨̙̯̟̺̌́̍͝w̸̡͕̠͓̟̗̖̪̥̠̐͛̽̽͝ḩ̵̫̱͈̻̜͇̓̋͊̊̆͛̀̏͂͜y̷̢̛͖͓̭̩̦̹̟͉̦͌̄̍͑̈́̈́̑̔ ̴̨̢̗̩̳͍̻̭͙̘̫̠͈͕͙͛̍͌̑͌̈̏̓̑̾͝c̴̡̧̱̞̠̼̹͕̱͔̼̓̆̿͌͆̑̌̽͒̾͆͜a̴̘̺̬͋̃̓ņ̸̞̳̈̉͗̌́̃͊͗̇̓͌̔͌̉̂ ̶̧̧̖͍͙͍̋͗̅̿͝ͅť̴̢͖͉̞̦̮̫̹͖̼̺̾͑̏̉̀̓̂̐͐̏͗͗̀̊h̶̞̖̼̼̲͓͇̞͎͈̓̂̋̈͝i̸͖̙̰̻̰̖̱̘͚͎̗̘̞̫̼͆͌̋͐̋͠͝s̶̬͖͂͂̀̐͆̌̊ ̵̳̯̘̌̓̊̍̏͊̈̓̀̇̃́͘ņ̶̢̩̦̼͓̦̖̘͎̤̻͕̏̈́̒͜ô̴̳̾̇̄͑t̴̢͕̘́ ̴̜̣̓̽̈́̐̈́͜͠b̸̗͙͇̘̳̯̤͆͐̎́̅͘ḛ̵̡̢̮̠̟̳̥̱̄ ̷͓̳̦͉̠̽͌͛̋̏̅̂̌̍͂̓̈͠͝d̷̨̛̬̘̜̯̪͎̯̪̩͙͕̮͗̂̑̊̈́̅͐̇͜e̶̦̙̳͈̝̗͊͘ͅä̴̖́̀̊͆̀͊̉̈́̏̿͐t̷̟͙͇͕̻̞͈̯͖̫̿͌͒̌͗̑̔̃̐̀͑̓̕͠͝ͅͅh̷̲̖̣͍̀͑͊͠.̵̦̮̘͕̟͎̥̻̋̀̋̈́̀̍̂̄̂̄̈́͑͛͛͝.̷̠̣̼̦̑̏.̴̢͍̹̙̠̞̙͛̓̇̅̄̈̈́͒͗̌̈́̀͜͠͝"

"Just breathe. Let the calm and find yourself. You have the chance."

"J̵̡̧̺̻̲̤̲̦͔̗̐͋̓̔́͋̽̿͑̀̈́͌͘͜͝ȫ̷̲̝̣͙̗̭͚̬͈̲̣͆̿́͆́͌̚-̸̢̢̧̞̲̫̹̝̱͍̦̙̹͕̀̇͜"

"Try Hesediel. It's all you have."

Winding the pains. Burning in the spikes of ice. Void of nothing but endless fear and death. Twisting on chains, tensors, colorless with a soul flee in a circle. All of worth is crushed into dust. Gasps of reality seep in, sludge in taste and harden as clay. The monstrous form moving in quick as a timed rustic cube, of clock wheels and sightless eyes looking and closed in time. The home of fireworks is nothing but a nostalgically of a comfort motherly hands that breathe lifeless bares, a weight of a bubble, choking against a mouth, sew and jagged. Another grip of reality comes and goes as time itself, yet by it all. A former voice is heard as if an old friend.

"Jo-Jophiel..."

"Hello, little one." The woman, Jophiel, states with a smile and approaching as she speaks. "Do you-"

"W-wha..."

"Do not strain yourself, Hesediel. I do not think my friend, Phenex, will take kindly to you undoing his work." She said, nearing and weaving a taunt hand by the hunch mass of her dear friend. Eyes watered, but a loose smile remains as she tends to what suits best for the void of space. Jophiel cups to what is the bowed slant and jutted face of Hesediel, withholding the shivers of death and soot exhaling from the other. Her voice just a whispered but heard. "You lived."

"B-but w-what of mercy..."

"It remains." Jophiel hushed, trying to calm the enigma before her.

"I-I... I n-need to leave. I n-n... my-"

'Bransg!'

The nothingness returns in spots before silence is welcomed.

'Due of the state of his being, he'll be under your care. Please do not be too hard on him, Zadkiel.'

'You worry too much, Lucifer. I am aware of what this one can do. I have a student, a son you could say, that will keep that loneliness at bay.'

Lucifer wore a loose upcoming grin, saying. 'I am no dove, old one.'

The other chuckled, waving the other off. Lucifer bids farewell, yet pauses when nearing the purple tint angel with a much more wistful smile. 'Be good, little- I mean, Hesediel. I hope to see you as a fine merciful angel.'

'It is not I won't see you two again. Just busy. We all are.'

'Indeed.'

'You be well, too. I hear things, you know.'

'Hush.' Lucifer spoke, ruffling the long styled locks with a tinder chuckle coming along. Hesediel could only haste in light slaps away, failing in any malice. Which only made Lucifer grin wider and fonder of his young brother of flight showing spunk. He spoke just as mild. "Now, now, you are no child anymore. This behavior will not work, Hesediel."

"Your jests hold no weight as they did before, Lucifer."

"Oh? Is that so?" Spoke with a swing of mischief awaken and thus Hesediel rolls of laughs as his brother tickle below the ears. Adding with just a sigh. "Ah, yes, so mature you have become. I can see it now."

"L-Lu-Lucifer! S-s-stop!" Hesediel tried to speak through his smiles and gasps. Using a dip and quick step to break away. Chest wack but the teasing grin stays proud. He gasped. "Y-you-"

"Hmm? Go on."

Hesediel shakes his head, face flushed and teeth cheeked in a moment of calm that alone became a rarity between. Far in the lands of clouds and light. Feeling small and alone, another rarity. Any form of a shadow passing their eyes took no mind of one less being and heading onward while Lucifer followed with a few probes now and then. Calm gone while all else linger akin flows to be anything else but doubt. Soften in each step to another angel, one that Hesediel off to as well, when following his new teacher. Meeting the student Zadkiel spoke of.

'Hello.' Hesediel greeted lightly.

The other only stared lacking that amused glint as Zadkiel by the newcomer but greeted just as welcoming copy of Hesediel's other brother. A grunt follows his greeting. 'I doubt you'll be here long.'

'That is not much of a kind welcoming, nester.'

The other rolled his eyes, marching ways to where a workshop lied.

'Very well then.'

Charting the maps and stars, laying about on the malls and ceiling as an inner globe of the paradoxical realms. It made Hesediel smile upon eyeing certain points, but stayed focus to his newly comrade of wings.

'Would it trouble in knowing your name? Zadkiel gave you the title of being a son to him. An honor, is it not?'

Silence.

'I must say though. The craft and care here alone. I doubt I will come close in sharing such ways as you two. Thus, it's an honest honor to be here. Unplanned as most would see it as, but if...'

Aware of the tense in the shoulders and the cold glare that forever painted the angel's face.

'If you fear I will ruin that. That won't come... I... I have someone like that too in my life and if I was in your place. I would be unable to certain my actions to. Please know, I just wish to be taught and understand this new role of myself. Any connection beyond that, I will not take away from you. I- oh, no... dear of the lights, I'm rambling now. I'll be quiet. Forgive me.'

The other angel said nothing at first, toying with one of the small planets, before leaving it to float just inches from the table. The scowling angel took notice to how child-like the other was, lessen the arch in his shoulders but the frown barely gone. Looking over to the elder angel setting up the plans for them, the frown lessen even more. Eyeing the newly winged being once more.

Hesediel neared to the work at hand. Close enough to feel the pray whispers, booming in his ears that it made him wince. Stepping back and looking another part of the workshop, meeting common takes as before, nearly putting him on his knees, just not to disturbed the other. Soon feeling a hand grasp him, hushing the prays to just a tingling buzz.

'I am-'

'You will either get use to them clearer or go mad. I warn you now to that by time that method best not be used to slack one's work. Zadkiel has worked hard as those before him to get the melodies of mercy and peace atone in bliss. Do not tilt of the good hand.'

'Never. I will be sure to do so. Some of them do sound very painful though.' Hesediel stated, linger a hand near one of the maps, recoiling as if he was burned and covering one of his ears. 'It sounds horrible, but it pains more to leave them be.'

'Await until the binds happen. That is a truer pain than all. You will learn quicker if you acute to them than against them.'

'Understood.'

'And to be clear here, as lead apprentice, I expect you to put your worth into it all.' The roughed angel stated, giving Hesediel a distaste once over. Even with a grunt, help guide the newcomer around the work area, pointing to certain constellations ports. Eyeing ones that glowed in the sign of more souls to one area over others. The disheveled angel added. "While I hope your... brothers have been wise to give you teachings in other academics, this here is a much demanding focus. Though, ironically, given you are a celestial, this should be easy for you. It would be a hum if not true." He chided with a sharp grin that Hesediel just mused back, unfazed by the jab. Waving it off with a somewhat kind add-on. "Anything regarding creation or metamorphosis, please do call upon Zadkiel or I.'

'Seems very moot if you have no name to share.'

'And now, I know for certain I do not care of you. Brat.'

'Someone said that once before you. I am sure you won't be the last, my friend.' Hesediel said with an honest smirk, that almost broke the other's rather false stoic one.

'Dove. And the name is Nelchael.'

'A fine name.' Hesediel answered with a smile, before adding a snark later. 'You two must be close after all.'

The other glares in suspicion, saying. 'Are you comparing me to a-'

'Come you two! The night is burning fast for us!' Zadkiel shouted out, holding scrolls and quails with a joyful smile.

Away the mind goes, down to the roads of long ago. A fonder moment between times that seemed fairer yet unjustified in layer questions thickly at the time.

'I have yet to gotten use to the sight, laddie.' Pan said, eyeing of how the wings flexed inches to the light breeze, before Hesediel rolled his shoulders and having them thin away.

'Same. But it makes traveling a little easier.' Hesediel added, while rubbing his shoulder that strain still from the new weight, even if hooded glam.

'Don't think that takes away what could have been.' The goat man grunted, jabbing the other's side in light worry and kind. Eyes glancing common to female humans with young. A notion that spoken vocally between the two as they carried through the peaceful darkening day. 'Which, better not happen again. I care not of the good wills you seek. Some of them are just not worth it.' Later tending to passing bushes for a light snack.

Hesediel nodded in understanding, walking along with the goat man one twilight winter. He spoke as he reached for some gathered berries from the other. 'My name is what I am coming to terms with as well. Hesediel. I feel as though they are mocking me because of my brothers doings.'

'Are they doings you know of?'

'Nay, it was before I was long wished on. My brothers and those close follow their ways while pleasing the Almighty well. It's those that hide behind Almighty's ticking wings.'

'Listen to not of them, then. I never do of what fae or human say about my being.'

'You speak such kindness to hear me say it again, Pan.'

'Say what?' Pan asked, with a knowing smile.

'I'll never tell.'

'You are a winged brat, truly.'

'Perish the thought, bransg.' Hesediel spoke lightly, walking on even as the other stopped in jagged steps before moving along as if nothing happen. Not a word spoken as that, as the tumble snowflakes continue to fall.

The strength grip of bravo faded to that was a broken child.

'They are asking for what?' Hesediel asked, while caught in the rings of training with Jophiel's closest angel comrade. 'I am honestly confuse here, Jegudiel.' Choosing an tight angle of his blade to hold back from the other's strike. The clash of steel feeling the air around them, mocking that thunder to those below.

'I know none of what they ask, only that Lucifer's trial is nearing. And you are to be there. As witness.' The other, Jegudiel said, speeding forward and back, grazing just inches of Hesediel, dodging as a ghost.

'Witness?' Hesediel questioned, blocking another strike that near nicked his temple, stilling their practice for a few seconds.

Jegudiel wore a scowl, adding on a anticipation employ. 'One is to never looked away from the trial damned. That's my only warning to you.' Before sending the smaller angel far off from a mighty flick of his wings, warrior rage ringing true in his stance, aiming his long blade to Hesediel upon standing once more.

'I will not do that. His crimes do not atom to that.' Hesediel muttered, yet made no move forward, stepping back in a cue to launch the other angel into attacking back.

'Hesediel! I only tell you this because the outcome of another choice will hurt those close to you. Just... just do as your told.' Jegudiel's tone, rehearsed as a pray almost and the firm tone of higher up in true form. Yet, eyes forever pleading in ways of a love one.

Whiteness of the winters whirls around as it comes, while all else brimstone burns a passion made of glass.

'By all else, he truly was a idiot to think all this could work for him.'

'It's not a wrong to find happiness. As long one doesn't lose their way.'

'This is why you are forever a dove, Hesediel. This was a high angel and now...'

Hesediel could only frown at the figure before him, before adding with a snark wavering. 'You don't know gold's truth, Nelchael. That was-'

'I once thought the same of our teacher, Hesediel. And look what became of him! For what?!'

'Understanding such thoughts are not of us. Everyone has a reason. I do not believe what came of Zadkiel was in vein-'

'Silence.' Nelchael eyes heated and slit, hands to the side clenched in a shake. Shoulders arch up then down with a shaky sigh. A jerk in his head and soon turned away. Words slip by his bows. 'It doesn't take away the weight of emptiness. Nor the memories that won't to be.'

'I-'

Flickers of eyes wide as the smile that linger in snare, fades below the clouds as the world opened just the same. That emptiness coming in form of another moment in time, that bare no future memories well. Even if meant to be in the past, that look was still fresh as an apple. A sham of prickly vines twist in what could be regret. But those were not the eyes of Nelchael before him. Thus, he spoke to keep his mind there.

'I wish I could do something. Anything to show forgiveness of what was truly unplanned.'

'You say that but I say they are playing a different tune.'

'Nelchael, be careful of that tongue of yours. They-'

'As you know. It is not forgiveness I want nor their cares. So please, let us not ware what bless we have left. I-I know... I know father would not want us to fight. Okay?'

Hesediel says nothing more to his brother-in-arms, only an empty nod as their parting ways. Leaving well enough alone. Letting them be in silence. Anything else would just bring back that memory once more.

Hesediel watch the other leave. A reminder that everything was further changing. Away that memory, still to painful, but another comes just the same and to the lush earth lands come in view through the thoughts, a village lost in the trees. Heavy in the steps that came after the wings downward to the lands. Following the rows and rows of wheat and corn. Letting the fading traces of forgotten guide the listless being towards a common being, dying to heal as another.

Fleet the steps were passing the children playing in the stocks and busying adults unaware of the roped visitor. A loose hum escapes tired lips when finding an elderly man, wrapped in clothes and stunk of herbal medicine. The bright being bows near, a wary smile seen when catching the faint gusts of breathing.

'You lived, as said by the new keeper, I, Hesediel. Once more, teacher. Find your new happiness here, please do.' The being said, brushing the graying hair away from an aged brow. The patters of feet halt and soon there were eyes on the being. Whom said nothing, only gesture a pray enough to make the elder man groan and leave to whatever that moment could bring in the future. Just another day with binds as it comes, even if, it was not as planned to be.

It was a tradition to a point. Hesediel would visit from afar and watch the man that shared tall signs of a different past, live a new present. It was heartwarming to see the man find a new home so peacefully. A lone thought he shared well with his father figured, Pan. On one of the many practices to master the flute. A century makes magic. Within the forest of nymphs and fae, hidden in the low hills and far, far from the towns of man.

'A happy tune you play, yet you look lost there, laddie.'

'The over-world is just wearing on me, the usual as it would seem.'

'Aye?'

'Another set of angels were banished to the mortal world or underworld by the guise of ill wills or so I have heard.'

Pan looked to the young angel, very much a young man like another human would see at first glance. The flute patted on nimble fingers as a few new notes play. Matching nothing to the news just given. The goat man does well in keeping a calm step and a warm hand on the shoulder of the lad by him. A withered grin just as so under his blunt nose.

'Laddie, you're speaking like this is the weather. Yet, your eyes say more.'

'No. Not quite. It's just the higher ones being themselves and I... I just don't know anymore.'

'Your face tells another story though.' Pan said, leaning near and keeping a firm hand on the other's shoulder that jerk to each noise and move.

'Please, don't waste thought on them. I'm trying to.' Hesediel spoke back, failing to hide the pleading.

'You say. You do. But not what it is meant to be, very well. I won't pry. Still, come to me if anything warns you. I am here for you, laddie.'

Hesediel could only nod, playing a few notes as the fire crackled between them and fae through the night. Mindful of how things could go on. Thus silence lingered onward. As the stars above danced between the season airs. He whispers. 'Thank you, bransg.'

Pan rested his chin on the little angel's head when the other closed in for a hug. They spoke of nothing through the darken hour. Having the fae lulls, creature calls, and fire cracking under the skies filled with stars and a wonders full moon, listless in a blue tone to the valleys and trees far and wide. An oasis of their own, and one that grows along with the times. Pan added nothing when the shakes lighten with a short gasp of breathing. It only made him grip longer by thoughts roaming his mind, another reminder that was needed to be spoken on. Pan loosen his hold when Hesediel calmed and fiddled away with his worn pipe, a bitter smile laying shy on his lips.

'On a different notion, Pan. I heard from the rivers you are being called by your brother-in-Arms.'

Pan scuffs at the fondness used for the word as his snout forms a scowl, saying on a whim. 'I was hoping to spare you of that. Given everything else.'

'Not needed, but thank you all the same. More kindness like this, Pan, and I would honestly believe you actual saw me as your own kit.' Hesediel spoke with a kind smile, fixing the fire to grow larger in warmth.

'Hardly, boyo. Don't look too much into it.'

'I would never.'

'Be kind and watch after these nymphs for me. I know they'll get lonely without me.' Pan chuckled, shoulders knocking with the young man next to him.

'I don't believe that's how they feel.'

'Hush and play another tune. Don't need you getting rusty on me too quickly now.'

It was a final moment that to them, was a farewell between father and child. Though such a title they would never share out loud to one another. It was enough in the time they had together and the moments of memories made. If it lasted longer, it could only been false as a dream. A weight that keeps the angel grounded even in the air, working bind to bind. Passing fellow angels as time goes on. Raging agony and war beyond the mortal unnoticed, yet it tingles the lands that makes the souls winding to fight and hurt those living and passing. Echo pitches fill the air soon. Having the being angled in thought to what comes of that. A change in the winds and the being goes towards the calls. Happening upon a gathered of ropes nearing the peak of a city within the clouds.

'Was wondering where you flew off.' A dark hooded being said, with a crooked smile heard well within the words.

'I was just saying goodbye to those newly gist.'

'You have been doing that a lot lately.'

'Just part of our being.'

'I would agree if it wasn't to those who are not meant to be found.'

'That was just fluke.'

'Of course it was. Isn't it always with you.'

'What do you want with me, Seraphiel? I am no concern for you.'

'Hardly. They are asking for you.'

'For what?'

'They show no signs of your wanderings. A dove is all you are to them, but your lineage holds them is quite cubist.'

'Nothing has change then. Will you leave me be now?'

'I think not.'

'Then what?'

'What? Oh for what indeed. Maybe anything... but, they do ask of your brother's whereabouts, Hesediel.'

Hesediel glares to the other, wary of the other's humorless jest. 'They already know.'

'It's not Lucifer they ask for, young one.'

Silence rolled between the two as they headed towards to the main halls. Hesediel looked forward, hood covered and crooked from his flight. The prince beside him only mused in thoughts to what could to all of this. Yet, shows signs of awaiting. The tight grips in Hesediel's hands said enough. Though his reply made the other pause.

'I have... I had only one brother, Seraphiel.'

'That lie is going to cost you, I hope you understand that because they won't be that forgiving to that.' Seraphiel warned, peaked with a new invest to what comes next.

'I'm aware. Let's get this over with.' Hesediel spoke, the grips in his hands going deathly pale and eyes glossy. Adding on a wisp final smile. 'What more could they do to me?'

'Not a thought I wish to think on.'

'I have nothing else.'

'It won't matter to them, Hesediel. It's just a matter of time.'

'Something that's all we have at the end of it all.'

'Which means it's not over in any since.'

'Their lost then. I have honestly can not find the ounce to fear them.'

'A dove to the end. And that blame is on you.'

'Very well then.'

Lightning strikes of the lava hot pain rushes through with the gurgle scream of many from one mouth. Arches and cracks, whips of the space forming and losing luster of the stars while gaining paleness. Expatiation lost within the void that closes and opens, mocking the chains of rainfall. Under the blindness, shatters of reality still twist in ways of shapes and flex as spider legs. Cruor and feathers, align as bones fashion askew yet fit well. Echoes still in the screams fade way into the colors that blind still, rushing and spinning of a certain eye storm. Still the grips of reality come and go, but the hold on the foundation remains as the blind eyes look forward in the mirror of madness, twisting and crawling.

It starts out slow, but the shapes of humanity come into sight. Little by little, the wreck of space and void is hold in a stone face sparing only tear streams of black stars.

"What has become of me?" The voices asked, watching as the gray man face flexed as it was pleading to escape its cage. Spider fingers holding onto marble groundings, watching only the waters to continue to ripple when the weight of nimbus took hold again.

"You have to calm yourself, Hesediel. This form is fragile as your star one."

"That does not comfort me, Jophiel." Hesediel bows out, sliding to the bottom of the ripples to cool the heated vacuums of space upon him.

"Shall I go get something for you? Should I have Zaphkiel or Eremiel be here? I...I-"

"No. This does not concern anymore than what's been done. I just need to be calm. That is all."

"Of course." Jophiel said, sitting by the hurt one. Watching the rolls of paleness and nimbus fight for dominance. Even with the roars of unnatural nature bends and straightens, Hesediel keeps his face of what could been known as a face stay flat. She speaks softly. "It's very amazing."

"The feeling isn't quite the same. It is not true of what it meant to be."

"But you are alive. That has a new value to it. A rarity."

"You and the others risk a lot doing this."

"So did they, when they did their cleanses beyond the numbers needed. Holy or not."

"I have missed much then in my state of heal."

"Quite. I worry to what your personal finds will lead."

Hesediel cracked his neck by one last spasm that rushed through. Standing in place himself, though looking to Jophiel as she too stood. He speaks quietly, testing his boxed vocals. "A lot has change. You're so small."

"My friend will help in your blending. This will have to do for now. I am truly sorry if anything, Hesediel."

"The deed was done in kind, even in this state, I can see that just fine. Though, the reasons of for why it lead to be, I wish were under-" Hesediel speech, cut and slip in lines around his eyes and ears, burning ice that ache him.

"It's more than that and yourself knows it. Do not lie."

"Even as this, they still hold a ridge to me... those..." He pauses, to calm again when the rumbles shoot through him. Leaving him to just say as if he hasn't slept in days. "I will get this. Despite them. No worries."

Jophiel nodded, helping him stand once more before heading out of the chambers. Hesediel looks to the water mirror, chancing to still it and could only stare at what wasn't there anymore.

"Hesediel?"

"I said once they had nothing else to take from me. Now... I fear, in thought not action, that they found the untouchable." Hesediel said, as he touched his shoulder where in the reflection bare nothing nimbus bones. Feathers gone. Adding, hardly a whisper. "What else did they take."

"I-"

"No, I do not want to hear it out loud. Do not."

"This is a lot to take in, again, I am sorry... I-I thought we, even I... could just-" Jophiel's words continued to stutter until finding quits and ending with a simple. "Forgive us, little brother on thy bout."

Hesediel glanced to the sorrowful one, her lithe body shaking a storm to hold back tears. Even if the soft gasps were all that could be heard. He reached out, mindful to not warm her, placing a gentle touch of just his finger tips on her dwarf size shoulder. The aches recoiled within him, hot as the sun while gails of winter hurricane about. Nimbus snaking and stretching against the flesh form like rubber. Several breaths and his body stilled, against better nature if by all else, into nothing but a chamber of rusted needles encasing him.

"A rebirth of a creature they fear. One of few, if so true... but even I know that's not forever. Oh gods..."

"Hesediel, please take a moment."

"This is the now and I can't linger on it. Not now."

"If you say so, Hesediel." Jophiel said, frozen of what else to do and could only watch the nimbus and void travel in rivers under the brittle cloth, that hung ragged upon the being, shapeless and sightless than before. Yet, she could feel eyes of many pierce her in a shadow struggle grip. She speaks lightly. "Easy now."

"I need to leave. I have been away long enough, Jophiel. He needs me." Hesediel grunts, trying to move quicker in the results of almost crumbling pain that shot through him. Gasping a few times, before he went still and able to take another step forward. Shaky, but a form progress as any.

Jophiel could only look pitiful to the weaken and deformed angel. Holding him close, in ware of the height now and unsaid pain that would come in later time. Down through the undergrounds of another world. Hid away the troubles of the threats left behind but not forgotten. If she heard or felt the signs of him breaking, she spoke not a word as they carried on. The world's hour wasn't done just yet. The awakening hour was a cry of a child that haunts the future, all what was left behind, is here now. Weightless is name but not in touch. Away in a last thought of that reality before. Seeing those flickering eyes once more and a raspy voice lost, hurt, and tilting with rage.

'Hesediel...'

'I'm sorry.'