@DaemonMagnitas < long as the rose existed, so did the chance that the man COUKD be saved. If it was destroyed, not even god could each him.
"I'm glad. You're actually quite a nice person, aren't you?"
That might be an exaggeration that she was nice, but Barachiel believed it.
"Perhaps I >
@DaemonMagnitas He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I must have confused you. I'm just a bit nervous. I am not supposed to be doing this. I wish.. That was the way things went. No, destroying the flower will sever the final thread of hope he might have that I could save him. But.. The fact you >
The archangel of blessings is rather tired. After all that commotion and suddenly this peace... it was rather disconcerting, like the calm before a storm. It did not feel like true peace.
@_DeityOfWrath "Barachiel,"
He held out a hand in greeting, and also perhaps in hopes of friendship.
"Our siblings have been fighting for a long time, but I'm not awfully fond of fighting."
How would you describe your favorite color without saying what color it is? — "Like the wind rustling through the leaves on a warm day, the scent of spring, and the dawn of new life." https://t.co/BLjjELCElg
@_DeityOfWrath Well by this point Barachiel was almost known for taking quite a few risks for the sake of peace.
This time, that risk would be approaching Wrath, of all people. Perhaps the third most terrifying of the sins.
The archangel cleared his throat. "Greetings, Wrath."