his is here for the benefit of my current Angel Sanctuary characters. Those being:

- Alexiel (againstgod)
- Belial the Mad Hatter (proudbutterfly)

What is this for?

♥ To contact me for something characterization wise you believe iffy and are afraid to tell me so over AIM (Larisa Thessaly) or email (thess.fan.of.hellsing@gmail) concerning any of these three characters alone. Anon or signed up. Comments are to be screened. I'll know and if you want a reply, I'll try to give you that (and unscreened if you want me to). OOCness, stagnant development, inconsistency, unfair info modding, probable godmodding, etc, etc. None of this are done in purpose, but I'm human and I can easily make stupid mistakes. Want to fix them up.

♥ Rl vored me and I'm unable to thread/be active/get you back for a plot! Too of that AIM is just being an ass too. So this will be a message center and heads up! Link me any important stuff I missed.

♥ Cookies?

Katan of the Grigori Cherubs flew out of the City in company of my brother.
He will meet his doom and release in the Tower of Etemenanki.
If you knew him, say your farewells.

Maybe I came to love him as family in this time.
I understood why Rosiel made that choice.

Why the surprised expressions?
This is not the first time you visit.
This is not the first time I can be found bare on the roof of my home.

Your society norms and sensibilities are none of my interest.
Begone. I expect company soon.

These auras...

[Static... Static...

The audio plays the sound of waves.

The image flickers on screen. Wet sand and a pair of two bare feet framed by fluttering white feathers; red and white spheres rolling to each side before they crumble into ashes.]

Begone.

(ooc; Legendary Polymon).

[Camera zooms in front of the "Tower" within the Firehouse, the floor above didn't have a stair to ascend with, only a hole with a sliding hole to descend. Cloaked in black, a foster "mother" visits her locked-up ward and carries with her food and many, many bottles of shampoo.]

Lucizel, Lucizel.
Let down your hair.
So that I may climb the raven stair.

I have always preferred to be the one who penetrates.

When the tender flesh pierces and the fluid comes out of the gaping hole. How it stains the ground below, my fingertips and my hair.
The spicy scent and the sight of battered bodies underneath excites me.

The length I employ does no matter to the final result or does it, Mr. Four Wings?
The end it's always the same: victory.

(ooc; Cutting the crap out others with sharp objects).

Do you still wish to recreate that game, Katan? To bring forth my brother, knowing the consequences that would carry? The curse made you bolder but the seed of desire wasn't yours?
Rosiel left. Like D.S. recently. Like Setsuna before him. They are in our fond memories.

How are the furious crusaders? Now that your moods are no longer incited to act. Have those ever been your causes?
Did the curse made them outward, pro-active and transparent? Causes that to secretly wish for but you have no courage to fight for them.

How did it feel to embrace a goal so wholly that you could die or kill for in your daily routines?

From Sloth to obsessive Enthusiasm. A life without Balance is a tiring existence, consequently we must learn from both extremes to exercise them with wisdom.

Perhaps that is what those two curses are trying to teach.

Adam Young. You should also pay heed to these lessons.

It was so silent. Our Father, our Mother, and us within the Void.
Because of the sake of my cowardice... I could not end his pain. In my heart, he still cries for release.

I broke my word. The Messiah did not help as I thought he would.
And you foolish man, why would you still pursue a broken woman?
There is nothing else to do. I can't amend my mistake.

(ooc; What if Alexiel couldn't kill Rosiel in the end of AS?)

The sun shines but there is no visible star on the sky. Wherever you see there is a pristine garden. Perfumed, perfect unsullied by the stain of pollution. In front of a great tree, a tree that reaps the most delicious-scented fruit ever made, there is a stone throne and over the throne there is a delicate girl.

She dreams peacefully.

A dreamless slumber while she rests as adult in the real world.

This world is self-contained. There is nobody else but the girl, the tree and the garden, no chirping birds, no scurrying animals, until he appears. As the girl is beautiful, the boy is hideous, wrapped in shame within he bandages. He grasps for her, claims her.

Alerted, she stirs and tries to escape. Don't come near me, brother! she tries to warn. She tries to protect him from her own promise without showing her intentions.

And the world is set aflame.

The image clears again. The Garden has been violated, ruined, decayed from what it is. His presence and the ruins of white walled, black-barred caged building where there used to be nothing but green. In this scene, there is nothing but death and sat in the center of the throne room full of corpses, there is the girl, motionlessly trying to shield a tiny life that finds shelter behind her hands.

(ooc; What comes next. Ignore Setsuna's presence/fill for him and jump when you like: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5).