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soulsxng--a · 5 years

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@kapisola

Heart stops. A chain coils around lungs, disallowing the passage of air. All sounds disappear and the pained, agonized screams of the missing Merlow twin wails through the mind like an internal, eternal siren. It goes on for almost a minute before dying down. As the cries fade, the heart begins to beat again and the lungs are released. But there is a single message left that echoes in the mind, spoken by a deep voice heavy with age.

“Are you ready?”

( For Taha, Jophi, Lera and Ber—though I’m not sure how much would they would be affected. Lera especially.

But also for JJ because she still cares about him a lot, and maybe Jas because I think they’re friends in this AU?)

Tahariel leaped out of the way of a blast of fire from Sachi; light forming a rope to bind the younger angel for a time. Joined in on and strengthened by the other light magic users that weren’t fighting Jehvo. Even still though, it didn’t hold him long. What little brightness that the haze of the tzowld didn’t eat up and disintegrate just seeming to sink into his skin.

A minute’s pause, at the most, is what it buys them. And it was hard to keep out of Sachiel’s range with how fast he was suddenly able to move– his wings carrying him forward at speeds that were almost impossible for anyone but Zikiriel, Yeheriel, and Sarakael, one of the younger archangels, to keep up with. Patterns that were erratic and difficult to predict, at the very best.

As if that wasn’t enough, just as Jophiel’s telekinesis that was keeping Sachi pinned to the ground broke– the teal eyed angel dashing toward Tahariel– the king suddenly found that he could hardly breathe. Lungs that were already aching felt almost as though they were being crushed.

He was getting dizzy– had his heart stopped, or just slowed? It wasn’t too grave a problem– Tahariel had a natural resistance to black magic, but it slowed him down enough to where Sachi was able to get a hold on him. Divine fire tearing a cry from him in tandem with the one that he heard from Allisae in his mind.

Jophi seemed to fair a bit worse, but thanks in part to the feathers of his brothers that were in his armor lessening the blow of the black magic, it again, was only enough to slow him down. He still couldn’t breathe in the slightest, and his heart beat only a handful of times in the minute it lasted– just enough to keep him from toppling over.

The scream was what threw him off most, ringing in his already ravaged mind, and distracting him long enough that one of the stray bolts of light that burst from Jehvo’s cage sliced through his side. Sending him stumbling forward just as the effects wore of.

It was luck that he was able to use the momentum to knock Sachi away from Taha with a blast of light.

It was only when the pair heard Charidynn’s voice, that they shared a momentary glance. Both between themselves, and Jahariel.

The three could only hope that they would be done with this fight soon, and that they would be in a condition to able to help the Merlows.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Just beyond the ward that Enoch and Elijah held up, Lerato’s fingers pressed to the dragon scale on the inside of his wrist. Conjuring a barrier from one of the runes that lit up there to block of as much of the effects of Jehvo’s energy as he could.

Pupils dilated as he tried to focus. Black magic clawing at his body and mind only to be fought off by the myriad of protections he’d added onto himself over the years. Allisae’s scream was heard, but muffled and sounding as though it was coming from very far away. His heart skipped one beat. Two. But ultimately, it didn’t matter even if it did stop. Breathing too, was more a formality to the ancient than anything, so all he really got from that was a few sharp stabs of pain in his chest.

Charidynn’s voice came even more muted than Allisae’s had– little more than an unintelligible mumble that Lera had to put into the back of his mind for now. He had this fight to deal with.

He could only hope that whatever Charidynn had been saying wasn’t that he had succeeded in his goal…

~*~*~*~*~*~

Ber was just checking in on Jupiter once more when the feeling hit him. The wind knocked out of him in a moment, and the crushing pain in his chest that came with it nearly making him gasp for breath out of reflex. His heart stopping, and body becoming stiffer as it tried to adjust to the sudden lack of blood flow.

He almost thought it was a sudden panic attack, when Allisae’s scream sounded sharp and shrill in his head. No…this was black magic, he told himself as his eyes flicked over to the Lancasters, who all dropped, save for Azrael, who still seemed like he may collapse at any moment.

Shaky fingers traced out the shape of a rune on his thigh after taking a few seconds to center himself. Something his dad had taught him for absorbing black magic when he was still young.

Thank the gods, because too much longer of that, and it would have turned into a panic attack.

Across the room, JJ had rushed to Cecil’s side and thrown an arm around his best friend. About to ask what was happening when it hit him as well.

No air. No pulse. The scream.

As if that hadn’t been a problem in itself, JJ’s teeth clenching hard as he tried to fight through the pain, it seemed to have triggered something…else. Something that had Sef laughing as his possession over the reaper took hold once more.

“Ahh~ Would you look at that? That sets things forward a little bit. If I didn’t loathe you so much, I’d thank you, Chari-boy.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Kai…it’s…y-you’re–!” Jas fought to get the words out when he saw his wife– alive– in front of him. Hands coming up to reach for her before stopping short, as if worried that touching her would make whatever spell he must be under fade. But then that familiar ringing of her soul met his ears, and he couldn’t keep himself from rushing forward and throwing his arms around her.

He didn’t know what to say. Where to start. Apologize for dying on her as Rarik? Ask her how she was back? Was she still sick? In her Setana form, it was hard for him to tell if she was reborn, or–

No words came out though, as his lungs clenched painfully. Squeezed as though wrapped with wire. A scream tearing through his mind and making him jolt in shock as his heart stuttered to a halt.

Reaper’s features appeared more fully in response, eyes swirling as though with embers stoked from a fire. Skin paling and greying. Wings changing back to their normally black, leathery appearance, and spreading wide behind him. Preventing him from being effected by his lack of air or blood flow.

It was the pain that was the worst of it though, and he tried his best not to cling too tightly to Kamii in response as a ragged, pained gasp escaped him.

And just like that, it was over again. With one warning.

“Are you ready?”

“I…I have to go. JJ is in a fight along with some of his friends right now, and I…I think it’s worse than they’d originally thought it would be.”

Jas was about to leave, but one last look into his soulmate’s eyes told him that she wasn’t going to sit this one out. That was her baby boy out there, just as much as it was his. They’d both rather become Creation’s playthings than let him die on them again.

“…Come on. Follow me– stay close.”

#kapisola #~Because this is the story of many STORY~#~A Crown Fit Like A Collar TAHA~#~Kept Within My Better Judgement JOPHI~#~From Innaius He Appeared LERA~#~Chains of Expectations Weigh You Down JJ~#~Horrors Hide in Those Deep Green Eyes BER~#~Broken but Refuses to Quit JAS~#~They Say One Life is Worth Another SEF~#//long post #(put it under a read more because...#y eah #it got /really/ long #also no icons because like I said #so #long #^^;;)#submission

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soulsxng · 2 months

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And now, because I did one for Baet's family, I had to do a height chart for (half of; I didn't do Kei's half) Enoch's family as well! So have some Elohim angels!

None of them really have any special notes about their heights like Baet's family does! Aside from Enoch, because he typically glamours himself to be taller than he actually is (5'9" vs his actual 5'2") because he's salty about being the tiniest in their family other than the actual children lmao.

Average height for angels is about the same as it is for humans! Of course, some angels have other forms they can take depending of what type of angel they are, but that's different.

Edit: I lied actually, the angels can change sex, and that does change the height of some of them. I'm just doing the height of whatever form they're most likely to take in this one...because otherwise it'd have to be split up into multiple parts.

#[Enoch -appearance-]#[Enoch -headcanons-]#[Zikiriel -appearance-]#[Zikiriel -headcanons-]#[Sarakael -appearance-]#[Sarakael -headcanons-]#just tagging the main muse ones because I'm lazy orz #Seriously though this is only /half/ of the siblings jfc #the other half are Kei's #well...and Felci the youngest sib #but she's still a kid (actually she's probably in the equivalent of her early-ish teens now tbh) so I didn't add her #spoiler alert to poor Eno: She's gonna be taller than you too baby I'm sorry #anyway yeah uh...they have a /huge/ family. Especially when you consider that most of the sibs now have kids of their own #and in Ahkiriel's case (who isn't on here because he's one of Kei's) grandchildren as well #I'll probably do my demons next!

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soulsxng · 1 year

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Sarakael... pwetty...👀

P wetty indeed, friendo...

...pwetty indeed.

#Anonymous #[Sarakael -appearance-]#(He knows it too #he'll use it to his advantage #all the while brushing it off with a 'Ah you think so? Thank you kindly!')

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soulsxng · 10 months

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MUSE: Ezra Keter

— basics

▸ is your muse tall/short/average? 5'9", so right about average!

▸ are they okay with their height? Most of the time, he doesn't think about it too much. Other times, someone taller walks by him, and he's suddenly mourning the fact that he doesn't have an extra inch or two. Really! He'd be happy with even one more inch! He promises!

▸ what’s their hair like? Deep black, with a soft, but noticeable wave to it that gives it a decent bit of body. He's lucky enough to be able to just roll out of bed, brush through it real fast, and throw it in a ponytail or bun, and look perfectly fine. Fluctuates between being right around his nape, and being in line with the bottom of his shoulder blades. He doesn't get it cut often, so he tends to have it cut short, each time he goes in. Very soft and silky, so it doesn't lend itself to styling very well.

▸ do they spend a lot of time on their hair/with their grooming? Not really. He has a basic routine, but he's never really wanted to waste his time with any tedious beauty routines or anything like that. Plus, he doesn't know much about that kind of thing, so he wouldn't even know where to start!

▸ does your muse care about their appearance? ...Again, not really. He cares enough to look presentable most of the time, but at the same time, he really doesn't care if he has a day off and rolls up to the grocery store down the street to grab sandwich stuff or an instant meal in his pajamas real fast. Though I guess that's pretty much sweatpants and a t-shirt, so it's not especially odd.

▸ does your muse care about what others think about them? Very much so. Ezra can be really sensitive about how other people think of him. Not to the point that, if someone doesn't really care for him, it'll ruin his day, but if someone is afraid of him? If someone says something even a little mean about him? He'll try to brush it off, or dismiss it with a laugh, but chances are that's going to stick with him the rest of the day.

— preferences

▸ indoors or outdoors? Outdoors

▸ rain or sunshine? Sunshine. He can't really go out in the rain all that much without ending up sick...though he does like listening to/watching the rain!

▸ forest or beach? I'm thinking forest, if only because he doesn't like crowded places, and the beach can get pretty crowded at times.

▸ precious metals or gems? Precious metals, if he absolutely had to choose. Really, he doesn't care much about either one, though.

▸ flowers or perfumes? Flowers

▸ personality or appearance? Personality

▸ being alone or being in a crowd? Being alone

▸ order or anarchy? Order

▸ painful truths or white lies? Painful truths

▸ science or magic? Magic

▸ peace or conflict? Peace

▸ night or day? Day

▸ dusk or dawn? Dusk

▸ warmth or cold? Warmth

▸ many acquaintances or a few close friends? Few close friends

▸ reading or playing a game? Playing a game

— questionnaire

▸ what are some of your muse’s bad habits? Critical and demanding of himself. Even when he's sick, he'll try to push himself to do things, partly because he gets antsy, and partly to avoid feeling useless. Stubborn. Gets addicted to things pretty easily, and because of that, it's hard for him to avoid dangerous or risky situations if he's done something similar before and enjoyed it. Gives people too many chances.

▸ has your muse lost anyone close to them? how has it affected them? He has. It can make him get a little...frantic in his need to watch out for the people close to him, at times. He just wants his friends and loved ones to be safe, and happy. He's afraid of losing any more than he already has.

▸ what are some fond memories your muse has? Most of them are going to be with his family and friends. Being able to spend time with Levana is always a bright spot for him, since they can't be around each other often/for long periods of time. Meeting Sarakael in each life is another one. A lot of memories that stick with him especially vividly have music incorporated in them somehow, too!

▸ is it easy for your muse to kill? Absolutely not. At least, when he's in control of his curse. Ezra will, even in a life or death fight, try everything he can to avoid killing someone. If it's the only option, or it absolutely comes down to "I'm about to die if I don't act right now", then he will...but it'd only be as a last resort.

▸ what’s it like when your muse breaks down? His curse would activate. High amounts of stress, or an especially volatile emotional state in general will lead to that. So a full on breakdown? Yeah, he'd absolutely be falling into the curse.

▸ is your muse capable of trusting someone with their life? Yes, though that would also mean trusting that they'll be able to handle him when he loses control...which is enough to make him reluctant. He'd still trust them, but if he were ever to hurt someone that he trusted that much, even accidentally? He'd never let himself live it down.

▸ what’s your muse like when they’re in love? Very soft and affectionate. Constantly talking to them because they make him feel good, going out of his way to do or get nice things for them. He's a very sunny person normally, but he's anywhere near the person/people he loves? It would draw pretty much anyone's attention with how much he would just be radiating happiness and adoration.

#[Ezra -headcanons-]#[Ezra -extra-]#Honestly the fond memories one was more difficult for him that I thought that it would be #I'm not sure why though?

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