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-- Y/N POV --

It has been a while ...

EONS!

The chalky-white dress that held my form flowed endlessly from my wrists as I brought them infront of myself ... I felt so uneasy... I felt as if a hoard of tiny mutant insects were eating me alive from inside out...

I moved to turn in my office, silky-white wings adorning the blades of my back, swiftly moving along, sharply my hand threw itself upwards, a swirling portal forming before me.

My mind felt in a daze... doing this. It had felt un-relaxing, un-attached... Off. I had done this about a thousand times and more; the little flick of my hand, the sinner appearing, a conversation of sorts handling with most my conversing being : "Yes, child." "No, child."

Dreadful.

Dreadful!

This time it had felt poor, I had really not been looking forward to it... much I felt like a pathetic sinner in church, begging for a sliver of redemption!

Ironic, funny ! I'm an angel myself, I do not need to seek redemption, I'm already here !

Y/N Sirius Eveningstar. Seraph, alongside my sisters.

The little ripples were ajar but quickly widened as my unsuspecting target had stepped through it without his knowledge... As he fell, I held my delicate and advanced composure, my hands folding over eachother, overlapping, gently as I hoped to reek of virtuosness and compassion, my sole purpose... I held a reluctant smile, soothing myself... Not for millenia have I seen this very face...

Glistening eyes like a prey, now turned predator, fully realizing the oozing-black potential to guide it with a steady hand, flinging itself off it's pedestal. Deficient, faulty prey... You are not a predator. Why pretend to be such? You've reached so far, too far.

He was on his knees, staring up into my expecting face with his sweetly-bittersweet features. I felt a sharp pang in my heart, but kept to myself.

Oh, Agony!

I haven't seen him in decades upon decades, millenia over millenia... eons.

Mother, Christ!

His eyes struck me labored benevolence, dark mahogany. Light strays of hair still kept as it use to be kept, his beautiful shinning-white teeth now replaced with pointy-sharp daggers.

I had bend slightly downwards, my hand of pure virtue lowering to be held out to him kindly.

"Little prince... Samuel." I spoke undoubtedly sweet, selling a masquerade of forgiveness and virtue. He seemed to be sort-of awe struck... Staring up at me like I was single ray of lost sunshine he had stumbled across in an ominous-black void.

His mouth fell slightly agape, his glistening eyes peering and never leaving my own. He slid his blackened hand into mine delicately, I watched as his wide saucers for eyes quickly lidded to those of a mysterious man, his lips pulling into a grin. He had stood now, peering up to me as I was evidently taller.

"Aha .. E .. Eveningstar, greetings!" he said a bit cheerfully, yet forceful, may I add ... I continued to smile kindly, pulling him upwards to his feet.

"Do you know why you have been cast here, Samuel?" he seemed to shudder inwardly, cringing. I quickly offered an apologetic smile.

I've forgotten the change... He is not Samuel anymore. No longer a son of God. He is his own son, his own father...

Lucifer.

"No ... Not by a mile. This was ... least expected, definitely with you here as well."

"Do not fuss, Morningstar. Nothing too abstract, I'll assure you." I nodded subtly, looking to the side as I spoke. I became thoughtful, thinking of what my fellow Seraphim sister had requested me to say ...

"Do not let him tempt you. I know you are not easily tempted, sister, but he ... Seeing how your past had played out, it could end ballistic.

Do not trust the failed son ..."

I looked down at him once more, feeling my expression falter.

"Lucifer Morningstar. King of Hell, my sir, I have been tasked to implore the need of your stand upon the exterminations. You have been neglecting your meetings with Adam, and, you've even let your daughter stand in for the most recent arrangement.

Do you not want to represent for your people, have you given up?"

Lucifer blinked a few times, his brows had furrowed into a low scowl. Despite the odd situation and my accusations, he stood tall. He kept his pride wholly on his sleeve. I tilted my head slightly.

"Eveningstar, let I inform you that ... that, though your accusations might be accurate, I have not given up! My daughter had stood in, yes, but .. wasn't it a proper opportunity to learn of what meetings she must one day have to entertain-- "

"Please, calm yourself. It is not my opinion, do not bite my head clean off, Morningstar." I shifted my position, crossing my arms as I kept a kind composure, "It is only what I had been tasked to talk upon, it's what my sisters and the Cherubhim think.

Ofcourse I understand, Morningstar. You are too prideful to give up."

I felt the way my eyes had creased narrowly into ones of judgement, I knew it had been wrong, to not let my own feelings get into the way of a formal meeting ... But I had felt it, the subtle-prolonging sting.

His face slightly fell, looking away with a soft sigh. He lifted his hand to drag it slightly along his face, I watched as I saw the glimmering-golden ring adorning his finger... Inwardly I shuddered.

"You don't care for the fallen son, keep that in mind. Complete your task, you cannot bask in the shallow-end of regret any longer. What is there to regret? He should be regretful, not you, sister."

"Eveningstar, I do not think I could attend any more of those meetings ... I haven't for a while. I see them as pointless. No matter my claims, my suggestions nor my compliances, the fate stands. Adam has full reign, not I."

"I'll have that fixed. May equality flourish between our realms, I'll stand by it."

"Equality? You can hardly call it that, Eveningstar..."

He had kept ignorant, the stage of new-strangers felt desolate.

I've known you since our own creation, but now it feels as if that distant memory was but a vivid hallucination. You are gone, so am I.