‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹

⠀ ⚘⠀ ⠀ 𝓪𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙 𝘰𝘧 𝒇𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰⠀ ⠀ ——— ⠀ ✞⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝓟𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴 ᵒᶠ l͟i͟t͟e͟r͟a͟t͟u͟r͟e͟ 𝑖𝑠 𝘁𝗼 𝓽𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝔅𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 ⁱⁿᵗᵒ 𝓲𝘯𝘬⠀ ⠀ꕥ

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

⠀
𝐇𝐄 drowns […] my screams
In the 𝓈—ounds of people
𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 h͜͡i͟m. But 𝓖od
please do you hear 𝘮𝘦?
⠀

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

⠀
𝗜 think 𝓖od loves everyone
but 𝒎𝒆. I think 𝓖od is
𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 of me.
⠀

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

❛ 𝙉－𝙉𝙊－ ❜ Fiore’s hands instantly reach out for Anten, fingers twitching when he’s pulled away. Held up next to his God, Fiore could only look at him with just a tearful gaze. Then, back to Anten. Hands lower, then go limp …

❛ 𝙔𝙚𝙨，𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘍𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘴．❜

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

𝓬𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, face burying into Anten’s shoulder to release silent sobs of agony. Fiore’s chest tightens, giving birth to an unimaginable pain that drunmed within.

❛ 𝐼𝑛𝑔𝑎 … ❜

Low tone given in response. Fury from the seraph who was meant to be peaceful.

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜．

𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜．

𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩．

𝙄𝙉𝙂𝘼．

𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮， 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 …

The seraphim doesn’t utter any words, simply remaining ‘pon on knees. Arms then embrace the demon to hold him

⇩

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

Fiore couldn’t even hear himself say the demon’s name, for it was barely a whisper, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠, just like the beaten demon. Violently quivering hands reach out, uncaring if they stained with blood while touching the demon’s face.

❛ 𝘼－𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣 ？❜

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

𝓣ℎ𝑒 cells, but why －

𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙．

Fiore’s ears could only fill with the sound of slow heart palpitations. His own. White, feathered wings jolt, droop, bristle … He hadn’t realized his body moved towards the scene on its own. Vision blurs, sickness & tears

⇩

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

𝓬𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 an unbearable lump inside the fearful seraph’s throat. Whatever God says next is ignored. Knees suddenly felt so cold, having collided with the hard, ichor—stained floor. Pallid features are shiny, stained with tears that fell onto Anten’s muted clothing.

⇩

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

❛ 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 ？But 𝐈 － ❜ If it was to be a horror looming behind the door that God led him to, he might as well get it over with. The jaded Fiore looked around, suspicious at the lack of presence in the castle. Surely, Engetsu would’ve been annoying him by now …

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

（ he doesn’t move, briefly, only looking at god with moving eyes. but eventually he must, so he does, leaving the couch to stand. likely a horror awaiting him, Fiore knew. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨．）

❛ ʸᵉˢ ？❜

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

❛ ‘m already landed in an awful place, you have Inga reporting every minute move 𝐈 make … ❜ Fiore says nothing else, turning & walking off with wings drooping behind his back.

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

Shoved back, Fiore stumbles, just before catching himself in an instant. Despite his peacefulness, the angel knew maneuvers. Shame he never uses them to purge demons. ❛ You just want to watch anyone grasp at the truth, is that right … ？❜

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

which no one ever will be, will they ？

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

mm … can’t i get to know my god a little better & the way he truly works ？unless i am absolutely forbidden to.

( asking him oh—so blankly. unfeeling since the day he was forbidden to see Anten. )

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

just … curious. do you do this because it brings you feeling where there is usually none … or is it 𝖡𝖤𝖢𝖠𝖴𝖲𝖤 you feel nothing that you do it so guiltlessly ？

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖣𝖮 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ？

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

( truth be told, he feels nothing. he 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍. )

i suppose so … not sure if it’s pity.

( but the violence of it is causing him disgust. )

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

( a lie. )

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

i just … pity him, that’s all.

[‍ ‍ 𓂃 ✽ ‍𝓕𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒 ‍ 𖦹 @libersavant]

( standing over Tsurugigozen’s unconscious body. )