#about isiel

[awoken-lights]

do they like to keep plants/growing things in their space? | for isi!

She does! Considering how busy Isiel is in general though, she doesn't keep too many plants, and the ones she does keep are usually the types of succulents that don't need much attention and are cat friendly. During the times when she's on a break / not as busy, she likes to keep actual flower bouquets (that she normally gets from Rosemary). This is especially true around the holidays since she usually has more time to be home during those times.

#about isiel #out of orbit || ooc #// thank you for sending this in! #lxghtbound

[kanawolf]

(someone ask me for my in depth thoughts on Isiels relationships with Cayde, Andal, Tevis and Shiro)

#still sick but #i have thoughts and feelings about this #oc: isiel

[monako-jinn-stories]

Backstory WIP for General Jinn! I wanna know more about her life! 🥰

Ahhh yes!!! I was hoping for this lol

So, a little of what I can share (because I haven't written much😅) is that we are introduced to her birth mother! We also get introduced to her uncle (mother's brother) and their...life situation. Their names are Estia and Estiv Num, and Estia is one sassy badass (according to Qui-Gon). We also get to see Codo eavesdropping on a conversation while at the Temple, and later being assigned to try and bring her to the Temple to train. We will learn more about her life as a royal and her relationship with her adoptive parents, King Javilan and Queen Isiele Monako. I will write about her meeting/forming life-long bonds with Kwol and Ahni, and then her ascension to the throne as well as Knighthood. Oh, and I can't forget her bond with Codo and how it forms and grows!

I know this doesn't really tell you much about her life, but I don't want to spoil things😅 I will say, I think you'll love Estia

Ask me about a WIP!

#ask games #jinn the storyteller🤍🤍

[unlikelyandco]

🎵 (isi and ariel?)

@awoken-lights

Just... yes? It's all about sound - Ariel finding his voice again alongside Isiel, picking up playing the guitar again, listening to each other's heartbeats, laughing together... They were very gentle and careful about their getting together, even though they both were head over heels for each other very quickly. Ariel can't imagine his life without her anymore and wants to give her all that is good in him but shield her from the bad parts and past. They both heal in this relationship and see that it's not all bad, that there is love for them and a safe space in each other's arms.

#ariel | silence in the light #awoken-lights

[orphidian]

@awoken-lights:  🤕  —  𝙰  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙼𝚈  𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚄𝙿  𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴’𝚂  𝙸𝙽𝙹𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂.

The wine is sour enough that Orin doesn’t feel any qualms about heating the metal canister containing it with her own palms. Pale lavender turns to red gold, the Light shining through her flesh with oppressive heat. Inside the wine simmers and roils until Gol tells her that’s enough. With her hands still sheathed in protective Light she brings the unstoppered flask to Isiel’s outstretched leg.

“Maybe bite down on something,” she suggests, waiting a moment before tipping the hot wine into the wound. It mixes with the blood, violet and red turning to a darker shade of watered down indigo that pools in the dirt beneath the other Awoken’s leg. Orin sets the flask aside to cool in the dirt and sets to work quickly; best to get this over with while the other was still in fresh pain. She digs her index finger into the wound, pressing the hot brand of the tip against the open artery still leaking blood. The smell makes her nose wrinkle, but when she pulls away—

“Bleeding’s stopped,” she says, golden hued eyes flicking up to meet the Hunter’s. A soft smile. I’m sorry for the pain. From her pack she pulls out what little gauze she has left and some strips to bandage the wound. Her hands are their pale lavender again, still warm to the touch; she’s gentle with Isiel’s tender flesh. And now that the danger of the other Awoken slowly bleeding out over the course of several hours is gone, a million questions bubble at the back of Orin’s throat. She gives way to the most simple and least probing one: “What happened anyways?”

#awokenlights #awokenlights: isiel. #v. i am the end of all things ( risen. ) #she's about to bombard isiel with a million questions about being awoken considering how rare they are on earth during the dark ages a;slkdf

[dredgenshrike-defunct]

@awoken-lights

If Lillith was being honest...as dangerous as Isiel was for her, the woman drew her in entirely.

Isiel's own accomplishments and power meant danger for someone masquerading as something they weren't. She was strong, Lillith would have to admit; and had taken down beings much more powerful than Lillith herself. If Isiel found out what Lillith truly was- and wished it- Lillith was unsure she'd live.

But Isiel- Isiel was beautiful.

The power was only more alluring to Lillith- such danger drew her in entirely. Not to mention Isiel was absolutely physically beautiful aswell. It combined into something that Lillith would usually ignore...but this time, she wanted to take a risk.

Isiel was invited to the large manor on the edge of the City by a young woman- the housekeeper, half Lillith's roommate and paid lavishly. The housekeeper even offered to escort Isiel- but could not stay once they got there, having "errands". That meant Lillith and Isiel were alone... and after coming downstairs dressed in something that might have showed off a bit more than one would usually show off to houseguests, Lillith brought her to the living room.

A warm fireplace was crackling, and Lillith had stepped out to get tea for them after gesturing Isiel to sit but eventually she returned. She set a plate and a cup infront of Isiel, leaning over and showing...plenty seemingly on accident as she poured tea for the other, before moving to sit back down with her own beside the other woman on the couch.

"My apologies for inviting you so abruptly." She said, setting her drink down as she crossed a leg over the other. "I know we only met once. You're a hard to forget face though," Lillith smiled, leaning her head on her hand, a small tilt to it. "The one conversation drew me in though. You're very interesting, and...I was hoping we could learn more about each other."

#Lillith ☆ The spider infestation problem is only mostly resolved. #//suggestive #2 be safe #//rp #u absolutely dont have to match this my brain just wanted to write alot

[shiro-v4]

With a 'thunk', Isiel lands on the stack of crates next to Shiro, "Hey there canary bird, it's been a while. How you been?"

@awoken-lights

Shiro snorts, a surprisingly human sound, and gives Isiel a side-long glance. “At least you’re not calling me Banana Boy.” He shifts position to get a better look. “I’m living in interesting times,” he replies in his usual dry tone. “What about you? What brings you around to grace my supplies with your presence?”

Though his normal cadence can be described as detached, there is clearly a warmth in his speaking to Isiel.

#awoken-lights #CMD:run:to hell/ jumper/ #IPC:msg?inbox:«sys/mail.h» #IPC:msgque:«sys/msg.h»

[stxrmapper]

@awoken-lights from here!

Baring a look of concern, Atlas flinched away at the reaction, but he didn’t retract his hand. Admittedly it wouldn’t be the first time a Hunter had (almost) accidentally ended up stabbing him, as disturbing a fact that was. “You Hunters always have too many knives on you. I don’t think I’d be able to even find them all if you asked me to,” Atlas spoke, his voice harbouring no aggression or even annoyance, instead humour. 

The Titan moved to be a little closer, eventually settling down next to Isiel. His heavy armour made a bit more noise than he would’ve liked as he sat down; it sounded even louder given the stillness of the night. 

“Nothing’s wrong, no,” he conceded, chocolate brown eyes following her previous gaze up to the Traveller, then looking back to her, “Finch saw you up here. It’s late, I know Hunters are renowned for being ‘creatures of the night’ or ‘cryptids,’ but I wanted to check you were okay.”

“We don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to. We can just sit in silence, if you’d prefer, but I figure having someone there at least is better than not.” Many Hunters were usually relatively solitary, Atlas knew. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try and help where he could, even if just being here was help enough.

#oc: atlas #ic #isiel | awoken-lights #i feel bad for her #i hope atlas can help a lil

[lxghtbound]

Isiel had heard the report of Sika's most recent mission from Zavala after her own within the Throne World. She had wished that Sika hadn't been sent there in the first place, at least, not to fight. He might've enjoyed exploring the world more, especially with the variety and vibrancy of the flora there, but she had been worried about what might happen if he had to go up against a Lightbearer Hive. Which is why, basically as soon as she heard about what happened, she made her way to his apartment. After letting herself in, she called out for him before making her way to his bedroom. Seeing the lack of pillows and blankets, she looked at the closet door before sitting down beside it.

"Sika, are you awake in there?" She didn't knock, but she did send out a pulse of her Light, hoping the Solar warmth of it would be of some comfort to him. "I can make you some soup if you'd like to eat something?" She wanted to be there for him, though sometimes, she wasn't sure exactly how to do that the best.

Absolutely he was awake. Sika had been sitting for the last hour or so just contemplating what had happened, though at this point, he had fallen silent, whether that was better or worse was debatable. The company was... Well, he wasn't entirely sure. On one hand, he was incredibly grateful that seemingly the first thing Isi had done when she was available was come to check if he was okay, but at the same time, the utter shame he felt was overwhelming, and Sika didn't know if he wanted anyone to see him like this. Even if others were also actively killing the Ghosts anyway.

All he gave was a soft little noise to show he was there, but words wouldn't come to him. Anything he wanted to say, the Exo couldn't force out of his voicebox.

Slowly, he opened the closet door just enough to slip his hand through, setting it on the floor for Isi to hold, though not daring to fully leave. Sika knew well Isiel wouldn't judge him at all - hell, she'd probably understand more than anyone - but everything was too much. His thoughts were in overdrive right now. Every time he figured some small detail out for himself, ten more popped up that he had to deal with.

Eating didn't seem like a good idea right now. Sika never ate when he was nervous, and although he wasn't entirely sure if Exos could be sick, he didn't like the thought of having to deal with that as well. The Hunter leaned against the wall, bringing the pillow up to his face to hide.

#symphony for a dream | sika #isiel | awokenlights #youre my sister. id do anything for you | sika+isi #ic #ask answered #witch queen spoilers #just in case

[of-snakes-and-men-archive]

[ bloom ]   -   for flowers to bloom on my muse where your muse was injured. (Isi and Rezyl?)

"Isiel!" Rezyl's voice roared through the building and echoed off of the walls. They should not have went so deep into Fallen territory or at least... not together. If anything happened to her... No. Rezyl couldn't let himself get distracted - another group of Fallen swarmed the room and Isiel was sheltered enough right now to not get noticed.

As he tore through them, bullets and Light, he could feel his side and shoulder ache but paid it no mind. Surely he just got hit by one of the enemies, nothing big, something his Ghost could take care of easily.

The realisation those were not wounds came only when Rezyl dropped to his knees next to Isiel, out of breath but glad she was alright. Or at least not dead. "It seems like we're safe for now, let me take you out of here. Circinius will take care of you later." He reached to pick her up, but Isiel's hand brushed against his side. Rezyl looked down there, almost expecting to see his ribs sticking out, with how wide the Hunter's eyes got. It wasn't that though.

Through the fabric of his armour, sprung a bunch of flowers in various colours, as if a garden wanted to grow there. His own eyes widened and traced from where Isiel was injured to the place the flowers came out. Rezyl checked his shoulder, now noticing another set of flowers there. With nowhere to soak into, blood was dripping over the metal of the armour.

Shaking off the initial shock, the Titan picked up Isiel as gentle as he could. "We will talk about this later. Soulmate." There was a hint of a tease in his voice, despite how tired and worried he was at the moment. Cradling her close to his chest, he carried her through corridors, already cleared by them before, till they reached the forest again.

#v: and his aura burned bright

[awoken-lights]

12. what is your muse’s love language? | for Isi and Core!

Isiel - Quality Time, Words of Affirmation, & Acts of Service

Coreopsis - Quality Time, Gifts (giving), & Words of Affirmation

They both can be fluid and flexible on these when it comes to their partner & their partners love language.

For instance, if Core is with someone who isn't super talkative then they'll learn to decipher their partners silences, and while they will say words of affirmation to their partner, they'll focus more on gift giving and quality time. Isiel is very similar in terms of her fluidity with love languages / priority in the love languages

#out of orbit || ooc #about isiel #about coreopsis #thank you!

[kanawolf]

Alright so I am working on the top result from the last fic idea poll (hive ocs making their fireteam), but I have so many feelings on Lightfall so another poll for the next fic idea!

#boo polls #destiny fic #destiny fic ideas

[drifthope]

i was afraid you’d be half-killed. (isiel, awoken-lights, pre-established acquaintances at least?)

@awoken-lights | isiel

"Half-killed? Hah."

He laughs despite the reality of her fears being solid. He can almost perfectly remember the burning of his hands from another's Solar Light a few days ago. Damn. News must be getting out. His grin never fades from his face even as his mind works to note the loose ends he'll need to tie up. He flicks his signature coin in the air.

"If they're gonna kill me--" He snatches the jade out of the air, leaning against his railing. "First they've gotta catch me. And this ol' drifter's been around too long to make it easy for 'em."

He leans back again, chuckling. Typical of Isiel to come asking after him. She's no snitch.

"Don't worry about me, yeah? Only thing you need to do is keep baggin' me those motes. Drifter will call in his favors if he needs 'em."

#/ did he get almost killed? #/ yes #awokenlights ; isiel

[sophi-s]

In demon's skin

By: sophi-s

Franchise: Darksiders video game

Words: 4,164

Characters: Abaddon (Destroyer), Uriel, Hellguard

Warnings: Blood and gore, violence, injury, significant cannon divergence

Summary:

Uriel's resolve had been tested time and time again after the Seals were broken. Part of her squad falls to deceit and into a battle that cannot be won. That shouldn't be won. But sometimes rescue comes from the most unexpected places...

Special thanks to @another-darksiders-blog for an inspiration! Gonna place it on AO3 later too

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"Hold fast!"

A desperate, yet encouraging shout left Uriel's lips as she sliced a Goreclaw in half, caring very little for the blood splattered over her face and armor, staining her sword in deep crimson. In response to her rally, the group of angels from the Hellguard gathered themselves for one final push against the Horde of Hell. Each of her soldiers could cut down at least twenty relentless demons before they would fall. Unfortunately for the angelic warriors, all that remained now was five, maybe six of them counting Uriel in while the demons seemed to be endless.

A Phantom Guard lunged at Uriel with a vicious roar. She effortlessly parried the attack and sank her own blade into the demon's gut, killing it in fractions of a second. Despite the amount of bodies piled up around them they weren't doing as well as it would seem, considering that six of them stood up to half of the Hell's Legion. Among those bodies there were their brethren. At least twelve of them. One of the still standing angels, Enamel, wielding a Redemption Cannon, blasted a Duskwing out of the sky before casting his commander a frightful glance.

"There's too many of them!"

That much they all knew. Uriel knew this from the moment their small scouting party was ambushed and three angels fell almost immediately. And even though the Hellguard fought ferociously, for each slain fiend three more joined the battle. Where do they even keep coming from?! Their forces seemed endless. No matter how well trained the angels were, no matter how skilled and strong, the lonely squad stood no chance against the magnitude of the entire Horde. Leading her brethren as well as her meager experience allowed her to, Uriel ordered them to go into defensive and try to fall back. It was harder than it seemed. If they turned their backs on the demons and simply attempted to flee, they would surely die, taken down by those who also had ranged weapons on hand. To get out of this alive and with her soldiers, would have to take everything Abaddon had ever taught her. If only he were here… She thought, feeling her rapidly beating heart sadly skip a beat. Abaddon would probably find a way to turn this around and get away nearly unscathed.. No. Uriel shook her head and released two slashes of radiance towards approaching adversaries, promptly relieving them of their heads. There's no time for mourning right now. If she loses focus only for a second, she will be the one mourned after. She refused to end up like him.

Demons kept falling and kept coming as the angels were being pushed back by the swarm of razor-sharp claws, crude blades and snarling muzzles excitedly screeching for their blood. Uriel spun around and slashed a pouncing Goreclaw across its parted jaws, impaling its back as soon as it fell onto the ground, shrieking in pain. One of the Phantom Guards seized the opportunity and struck while she was distracted. A cry of pain escaped Uriel before she could stop it once a nasty, barbed blade cut through her left shoulder, leaving a long, deep gash all the way down to her elbow. The offense did not remain unanswered however, as an angel, even younger than Uriel, Isiel, jammed his sword into the demon's back, making it exit through its chest. But the moment a wave of relief washed over Uriel as the demon fell, a cold feeling of dread settled back into her stomach once a blast of dark energy struck Isiel right in the chest, tearing through his armor and sending him flying through the air.

"No! "

Isiel hit the ground like a rag doll and remained on his back, wheezing and helplessly trying to pull himself up. He was still alive but Uriel could only imagine how much pain he was in. Ribs were surely broken and his insides very likely damaged. Whipping around to face the fiend responsible for this, a Shadowcaster no less, twisted, animalistic and grinning maliciously, Uriel once again sent a slash of Heavenly light which cut through the air with a whizz, soon taking the grin away as it separated demon's serpentine lower body from the rest. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lailah, a bit older woman kneeling by Isiel's side and trying to help him up. Uriel could hardly blame her. Lately, for every member of the Hellguard each death, be it clean or gruesome, matters not, felt painful and unnecessary. They'd lost so many good people already so every demise was reaching the deepest parts of their souls, filling their hearts with sorrow. Whenever it could be avoided, even at great costs, they felt inclined to do everything they can to prevent it. Especially after they'd lost their general. If there's anything good about the apocalypse, it's that it brings people closer together. The White City would not open its gates before them and so all they had left was themselves.

It was the final moment if they wanted to survive this. They either fall back now or not at all. Uriel shouted to her companions to get back as she flew up into the air only to slam back down on the ground, sending out impulses of electricity, shocking the demons in the first and second line, giving her and her soldiers the much needed opening. That was their chance.

But…

In the chaos filled with resounding crashing of metal, roars of either charging or dying demons and hundreds of heavy footsteps, no angel had heard a sinister sound of enormous wings swiftly growing closer with each beat. Not until it was too late. The moment Uriel called for retreat and was about to join her comrades in escape, the ground trembled under her feet as a grand shadow fell over her and a wall of blistering heat cut off the only escape route. She could hear horrified gasps of the remaining angels even before her hair fluttered on a hot exhale from above and she saw demons halt in their ceaseless assault to look up.

Painfully slowly, Uriel turned around, catching glimpses of her soldiers's aghast looks as they stood by a set of gigantic paws armed with sharp claws, each as long as she was tall. There were very few things Uriel was afraid of. Her courage was something to truly admire. But now, already knowing what sight would greet her even before she looked up, she couldn't help but choke on her own breath as her eyes landed on the monster. A humongous dragon with scales as black as sin, marked by a web of burning cracks, like volcanic rocks, its head adorned with two pairs of twisted horns, the lower left one broken off, was looming over them and glaring down at them. Uriel could've sworn she'd felt her heart cease its drumming only to start anew with tripled ferocity under this smouldering gaze. If this wasn't the best example of being stuck between a hammer and a hard place, then nothing was.

Despite how grave the situation was, Uriel had to try really hard not to laugh sarcastically. The almighty Destroyer himself came after her and the small part of the Hellguard. She honestly wasn't sure if she should feel honored that the Hell's General gave them his precious time, or if she should be angry at the Universe for being so bent on murdering her lately. Isn't that enough that Abaddon had fallen? Does she need to die as well? Sighing with defeat, Uriel stared up at the Destroyer still sneering at them spitefully. Or maybe he wasn't sneering at all? Hard to tell. The bastard seems like he's always looking to pick up a fight. Maybe it's the eyes… or maybe the nasty, jagged teeth not concealed by any lips, constantly bared in something resembling a blood-hungry snarl? She couldn't decide and at this point she hardly cared. It didn't matter what she would do anymore. Anything would end the same way. This was it. And so, the Champion of the White City meets her end at the hands- claws, of the Destroyer on this shattered world, leaving this life behind far too soon before she could have her vengeance for Abaddon's death. If there's anything good in it, she wouldn't have to struggle to survive anymore and maybe, just maybe a lucky twist of fate will let her find her beloved in the City of the Dead… Though honestly, considering how lucky she'd been thus far, to say Uriel was reluctant to rely on good fortune would be a severe understatement. The only thing that saddened her was that without a leader the remaining Hellguard will fall as well.. None of them deserved this fate. Did she?

What did I do to suffer so?

All of the survivors - Enamel, Ariel, Azar and Lailah supporting Isiel on her shoulder - backed away from the Destroyer and towards Uriel to seek at least some semblance of comfort and kinship in their last moments on this planet.

Uriel held her gold and silver sword tightly, unwilling to go out without a weapon in hand, when she heard one of the demons behind her growl something in demon-speech she couldn't quite catch but there was no doubt in her mind that this one was speaking to the Destroyer, possibly asking for orders. After all, it's rare for him to interfere in such trivial matters. He had to have had a good reason. Not even taking his gaze off their small group, Destroyer narrowed his eyes and murmured, more to himself than to his subordinates, however, not in the same language, but in common tongue. And that Uriel could definitely understand.

"No mercy for the wretches."

Casting a hateful glare up at the Destroyer, Uriel pressed her mouth into a thin line, speaking a silent promise of vengeance, if not by her hand then someone else's. He will not get away with his crimes even if he retreated into the deepest corners of the Abyss itself. You will regret this. She wordlessly told him. But then, something unexpected happened. The Destroyer answered her determined look with a squint and a huff of smoke through the blazing hole where his nose should be.

I know.

His look clearly said, stunning Uriel for just a short moment before a gunshot rang out and a blazing stake came screaming at an alarming velocity towards all angels huddled together. The Champion shut her eyes on a reflex just as her companions screamed with alarm, silently calling out to the Creator and to Abaddon to forgive her for her failure, bracing for the inevitable pain. Pain that, to her utter bewilderment, never came. A rapid movement, heat wrapping around the six of them like a blanket, a deafening explosion close by, surprised and outraged roars of the Horde breaking through the ringing in her ears caused by the aforementioned explosion… and then silence. No pain.

Uriel pried her eyes open and scrutinized her surroundings, with a pang of horror, shock and confusion realising that she and the rest are directly under the Destroyer who had moved to shield them from the blow with the vast expanse of his blood-red, leathery wings. What. Both the demons and her soldiers had the same look of dumb flabbergastion on their faces when she glanced at them, maybe except for poor Isiel who had passed out by that point. Uriel shifted her gaze from her shocked brethren to the underside of Destroyer's spiked chin, noting how his voice box was starting to vibrate to produce a low, menacing growl from the depths of his massive, armored chest, rumbling around them like a thunder. And what a horrid sound it was…

"Heaven's grace…"

She heard Azar whisper with dread, pale as a sheet of paper as though he was about to faint as well and she couldn't really blame him for it. They brushed with death in battle, had the Destroyer himself come after them and suddenly the same Destroyer for a reason she couldn't fathom decided to save them the painful demise by moving his own wing into the way of a flaming projectile. The same monster who led his minions against the Hellguard to slaughter them more times than Uriel was able to count. But this time something was different. Anyone would've been terrified and shocked. Uriel would really give anything to know what in the Nine Circles was happening up inside his head at this very moment. But as though it wasn't enough to cause her distress, the Destroyer parted his jaws and released a bloodcurdling roar that sent tremors through the very earth the Hellguard stood on before pouncing over their heads and crashing into the army of demons with the force of a wrecking ball.

Neither side was prepared for what was about to transpire. Uriel and her warriors watched with wide eyes the chaos that ensued. The mass of flailing limbs, not always necessarily attached to their bodies, blood spurting here and there from time to time, bursts of fire from demonic guns and from Destroyer's throat. Flaming claws were swiping with frightening aggression, blackened teeth clacking every time they found a defenseless target, tail swishing, knocking demons around like they were just toys, as the General of Hell was laying waste to his own Legion. For a moment Uriel was sure she's hallucinating or something when she heard Ariel blurt out

"By Abaddon's eye, what is happening ?!"

"You're seeing this too, right? I am not losing my mind?"

Enamel followed and with utmost certainty Uriel could say that none of them is going insane and they're truly witnessing the Destroyer ripping demons apart left and right with vicious bellows and growls leaving his maw every time a new body hit the ground or when a blade or claw landed on his armored hide doing next to nothing aside from riling him up even further. Even as stunned as she was, Uriel still managed to duck just in time when the Destroyer flung a bloody Trauma over their heads like the thing weighed no more than a skipping rock. The large demon landed right behind them with its throat torn open and never moved again. It started to make sense. No mercy for the wretches. He-... he didn't mean us? But the demons?

Uriel knew that whatever directed Destroyer's actions, this was their chance for escape but no matter how much she wanted to order the Hellguard to flee and then leave with them, she could neither speak nor move, paralyzed by bewilderment and the horrifying scene playing out before her eyes. It wasn't even a fight. It was a slaughter. As long as she lives, Uriel had never witnessed a carnage of this magnitude. Even the Endwar seemed to pale in comparison to this. All she could do was gawk with her jaw slack and truth be told, others looked exactly the same.

The demons quickly caught the hint that they weren't winning this and soon they were running for their lives with pathetic squeals of terror leaving their mouths. Even as they fled, most of them weren't lucky enough to get out of range of Destroyer's talons or fangs in time. The unfortunate Duskwing that met its end when he jumped up and snapped it out of the air to crush it with his jaws certainly was the unlucky one. Another Phantom Guard sailed through the air and landed at Uriel's feet after the hellish dragon spun and swatted it off its feet with his tail and a blow of his wings in… a vaguely familiar move Uriel had seen many angels, never demons, perform, using a blade instead of a tail. Hell, even she tended to employ this attack in her fights. It was Abaddon who taught her this... To say it was disconcerting would fail to describe half of it. The mere thought chilled her to the bone. Uriel didn't even blink when Azar finished the demon off before it could stand back up. She was still staring at the Destroyer who stood there amidst the sea of corpses and watching what was left of the Horde flee in panic before releasing another furious roar, spitting fire in their direction, as though he hadn't made his point across yet.

Once the demons were either dead or gone, a thick silence fell. So thick that one would hear a pin drop were it not for the raspy panting of the Destroyer still standing before the surviving angels from the scouting party, his massive head low, red wings raised above his head in a threatening manner. Flames were still dancing within his jaws as he rabidly growled after the disappearing army. Then, he slowly turned to face them, covered head to toe in rancid blood and viscera of demons which was quickly drying in the heat his body was producing, and… suddenly, the growling stopped. Still, this mad look half-clouded with bloodlust sent a shiver down Uriel's spine. Destroyer lowered his wings and moved to fully turn to the dumbfounded and very disturbed angels as the ravenous spark faded out of his gaze.

Instinctively, Uriel stepped out from the group protectively, clutching her sword, burning with divine fire, in case he had a change of heart and she still needed to defend herself and her people. It could've been a trick or something but… Uriel didn't know about demons but she wouldn't senselessly murder her own soldiers just to gain trust of such a small group only to turn on them afterwards. It just didn't seem worth it.. nor did it make sense. Though honestly, what did make sense ever since the Destroyer made an appearance? Even still, she didn't wish to take any chances. For a few awfully long minutes she glared at the great wyrm and he glared at her. The tension between the two of them could make the air separating them sharp enough to cut on it. Every second Uriel was prepared for a blast of fire or a simple straightforward physical attack but neither of those things happened. Instead, she noticed the Destroyer's eyes flick down to her left arm where she'd been wounded before. Blood was still oozing down her limb. Somehow, spotting her injury seemed to have broken the stalemate as the Destroyer squinted before lowering his head to break the eye contact.

Filled with new courage, Uriel carefully started to approach him when she was stopped by Azar, quietly hissing

"Don't! He might-"

"He won't.."

She assured him, hoping beyond hope the Destroyer will not make her a liar. A mass of questions swirled in her mind and she was determined to get answers. Uriel slowly closed the gap between herself and the demonic general, fearless yet still cautious, and once she was merely a few feet away and he still made no move to harm her, she said a single word which carried all the power she had within her, even though a tremble of weariness and slowly fading vestiges of fear still remained.

"Why ? "

Absolutely no idea as to his odd behavior came to Uriel's mind. The Destroyer didn't seem to be injured in any way, and after seeing him take on the whole Horde to come out without so much of a scratch, she honestly doubted a regular weapon can damage him at all. Perhaps he was ill? Sickness often can make one delusional or volatile. Uriel had seen many times an ortho lash out at its caretakers in feverish delirium but the Destroyer, despite what some might say, was not an animal relying on instincts but an intelligent and thinking creature. And it still doesn't explain why he spared them while killing his own kin. Besides, can he even get ill? Unlikely.

This certainly was not a madness induced clouding of judgement either. In that case they would've died as well. Whatever the answer was, only the Destroyer himself carried it. And apparently he wasn't keen on sharing it anytime soon. Destroyer's chest moved out and a moment later she felt the unbearably hot breath wash over her as he heaved out a long suffering sigh. But Uriel would sooner die than to let her pride be wounded by covering herself from the heat. Still, he didn't look up, nor did he say a word. If she hadn't known better, she would've said he was.. cowering. As though he was… afraid of her? Strange..

"Tell me."

She insisted, and this time the Destroyer looked up and for just a second locked eyes with her. Well..  eye. Only up this close Uriel noticed an old gash over the right one which was no more than a pool of trembling fire. This short but close eye contact was a catalyst. Suddenly, something clicked between them, making Uriel gasp softly. This cold, hollow spot in her mind that was left after a severed bond, when she quite literally felt Abaddon's heart abruptly stop as he was crushed by a demon so gargantuan it made him, an archangel at almost twice as tall as she is, seem small in comparison, before her very eyes, just for a moment flickered with barely perceptible warmth. A stark contrast to the suffocating heat of Destroyer's presence. It lasted no longer than a second but it was undoubtedly there. And the flash of unexpected panic in Destroyer's only eye told her that he had felt it too.

This surely had to be a coincidence, though. What else could it be?

General of Hell took a step back with a quiet, warning rumble leaving his throat before he turned his gaze down, his expression morphing into something akin to anguish as though he was in immense pain. And in this action Uriel saw it all. Sorrow. Anger. Shame. Confusion. Repentance? Of all the creatures in the Universe, she never expected the Destroyer to be this easy to read. All of the sudden it felt as though she'd known him for ages.

"That I cannot do."

He stated simply, moments later spreading his enormous wings and with one mighty beat propelling himself into the air, the gust of wind knocking Uriel down onto her rear. He fled, just like that, leaving the absolutely dumbfounded angels behind. Still stunned by the encounter, Uriel watched the Destroyer quickly turn smaller and smaller until his silhouette completely disappeared between the thick clouds gathered in the sky, oddly enough, feeling the coldness creep back into her head as he departed.

As soon as he was gone, Azar, still deathly pale, ran up to her to help her up.

"Is everything alright?"

"I… I suppose it is…"

She answered hesitantly as her companion pulled her up to her feet. But in truth nothing was alright. How could it after what she'd just witnessed? But despite everything, she couldn't help but feel… grateful. Were it not for the timely intervention of who was supposed to be Heaven's mortal foe neither she nor her soldiers would be standing here. Ariel, a little green in the face came up too and shot a wary glance towards the direction where the Destroyer disappeared.

"What… what just happened?"

"I am uncertain.. The Destroyer just saved our lives. But. Why? Uriel, what do you make of this?"

Looking up at the sky as a distant thunder rolled over the crumbling city, heralding the coming of a rainstorm, Uriel furrowed her eyebrows, humming thoughtfully, still having the memory of this strange feeling lingering in her mind. It had to be a coincidence. That the Destroyer is missing the same eye Abaddon did. That they share a similar fighting style… that something happened when they locked eyes.. Uriel knew all to well that Abaddon has died. She'd seen this happen after all. By all means, it shouldn't be possible. Still, those implications alone made her feel sick. What if... it felt as though she'd known him for ages... because she has ?

Perhaps she really was going mad? Seeing a connection where there was none? Uriel dared not to voice her dire suspicions. There was no need to strike any more blows to the Hellguard's morale. Besides, she couldn't say for sure just yet. This does not mean she won't turn the world upside down to find out the truth hidden beneath those dark scales however. Hoping, begging it wasn't what she feared...

"I think there's much we do not know yet.."

But one thing she knew for certain. The sight of the Destroyer violently tearing demons to shreds with pure hatred burning in his eyes was still fresh in her mind. This moment when the Destroyer turned to them amidst the corpses of his former allies. The paralyzing glare of his blazing eye…

It will surely haunt her nightmares until the very last breath finally escapes her…

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*dabs in exhaustion* Brb, gonna look for some energy. That leach of a Destroyer sucked it all out of me. Only sketches of him from now on once I have my motivation back 🙇

Idk, what this fic is but, eh, I guess? Anyways, cheers! *fades away into the cringe abyss*

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders 3 #darksiders fic #my fic #my art #fan art #darksiders uriel #uriel #darksiders abaddon #abaddon #I'm hyperfixated on him #sry not sry #darksiders destroyer #alternate scenario #he's a total bitch to draw #I'm utterly spent after this one #does that technically count as abaddon/uriel ??? #idk XD #I'm ded 💀 #literally destroyed #pun intended

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@awoken-lights​ | continued from [ x ]

Heysel, upon hearing the number of years the weapon carried, let out an impressed whistle.

“That’s a lot of years for a knife, definitely! There are guardians who have been alive for much less than this blade,” she said, grasping the handle with almost reverence, feeling the weight of the steel her gloved fingers, raising it to her eyes and delicately turning it around. Sunlight glinted off its sharp edge. “Must have taken effort and care to keep it working for so long, and if that isn’t love I don’t know what it is! Plus, you know what they say -- you can tell all about a hunter just by seeing their knives, and how they treat them.”

It was a beloved item for sure. An old thing, but age had only made it more precious. Not wishing to further separate it from its rightful owner, the warlock handed it back, and the smile on her lips was a thank you.

“Countless things are said about hunters. Class-related hearsay and gossip: the pillar of the relationships between guardians,” she winked, and leaned against the table, elbow against its surface. The map between them caught her attention.

“Oh! Nessus, right? I’m interrupting some mission preparations here then. Apologies, Isiel. The planet might be full of nearly everything that wishes to kill us, but isn’t it a beautiful place!”

#awoken-lights #destiny au #heysel: throw the knife isiel I love it when hunters do that

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@awoken-lights​ said: Circinus floats over to Sagira, settling on a hanging hammock Isiel set up for him. "Thank you for watching over Isi in the Infinite Forest. And uh, I apologize for being somewhat stuffy and snappy after you got your shell back."

     SAGIRA  SHRUGS  THE  BEST  way  a  ghost  can  possibly  shrug.   she  doesn’t  hold  grudges  like  osiris  can  if  he  set  his  mind  to  it.   ❝  hey  don’t  worry  about  it.   i’d  get  pretty  upset  if  some  other  ghost  lead  around  osiris  instead  of  me  too.   not  that  he’d  ever  let  that  happen.   and  you’re  welcome.   i  was  wanting  to  get  back  to  osiris  as  fast  as  possible  and  i  have  to  say,   your  guardian  is  pretty  efficient!  ❞

#【 ❝ i will be your flame and and light the dark for you ❞ 】 ✕ sagira. #【 ❝ speak your word swiftly ❞ 】 ✕ asks. #awokenlights #sorry this took so long! i was coping LKJFLSDKJFLASKDJF