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“Anonymous” said: 💭+ Law

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A hum, and a lazy flip through her notes with her pen...

“Law, in general, is any society’s attempts to mitigate any individual’s negative impact upon others- to mitigate sin, in a sense, even if they don’t acknowledge it as such. A set of rules to keep their people in order, under threat of punishment that outweighs the reward of acting against them.

And, as of my previous findings... yes, laws by their very nature are a means of mitigating the negative effects of freedom.

They take away freedoms. Freedoms one could certainly argue no individual should have, in many cases, but freedoms they would no less have if laws were not in place. The amount taken away, the strictness of the laws, and severity of the punishments vary greatly from society to society, but their purposes are universal; limit individual freedom so such as necessary to ensure their ability to impact others around them is minimalized.

Laws are never truly a 100% effective deterrent, even when they are so overbearing that individual freedom could be said to be nonexistent. If people are people, they will inevitably act out regardless. At that point, law’s purpose is no longer to fully ensure one’s protection from others, but to be an inherent justification to punish or remove those acting out in spite of them.

A sigh, looking away from the paper to roll her eyes.

“It’s all, honestly, very boring to me.”

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“Good to see my favorite day of the week is bearing ample fruit!” She means Lord’s Day. Definitely.

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“Anonymous” said: 💭+ God  

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A long pause of silence, taking in the simple word, and it’s capital G. Hesitating to speak, as if someone might’ve been listening.

“... Lord, Mother, Father, Son. Yahweh, Adonai, Jehovah. She is the originator of Heaven, creator of the realm and of mankind, according to all archives. All angels, myself included, owe their existence to her- be they the original archangels who were each molded by her own hands, or lessers like I who were manufactured through pale imitation of her masterful art.”

The words were delivered almost robotically, not so much thoughts as a simple statement of facts, blue eyes darting about. It takes time to feel comfortable to continue, but eventually, she finds her voice.

“She is... an artist, for lack of a better word. A talented one, making wondrous creations and taking great pride in them, watching them grow, all to put those that age best in a neat clean case to be forever preserved where she can always gaze fondly upon them.

That is what Heaven is to her. A case to keep her favorite creations, her favorite humans, holding their souls there for eternity. A paradise for the mortals, certainly, but nonetheless a petty intent behind it. 

Angels, at their best, are her second-favorites. At worst, at my level, we’re merely tools to help curate her gallery.”

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“Anonymous” said: 💭+ Dreams

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Tap, tap of a finger upon her chin, brows furrowing as they pondered the topic, putting words together in mind before speaking.

“... I do not dream, in the literal sense. Sleeping on it’s own is something I’m unsure if I even can do in of itself, and in the moments closest to it I can assure I’ve never experienced a dream.

The vessel isn’t made for such things, you see- dreams are results of an idling brain keeping itself busy, but the brain in this body... it simply doesn’t need to, as all it’s functions are merely being dictated by my true essence. It doesn’t require rest, nor does it need to dream.

I suppose I would be curious what dreaming is like, as much as I am about any unfamiliar experience, but it’s not exactly a primary interest. Dreams are just quirk of biological design.

In a figurative sense, however... dreams as a term for ambitions, goals, desires? Ones that are grand and often seemingly beyond that individual’s capabilities to see through? I understand those a great deal. Many a sin is committed in the pursuit of lofty goals, after all.

... I wouldn’t call any of my ambitions ‘dreams’, personally. The pursuit of knowledge isn’t an unachievable fantasy.”

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“Anonymous” said: 💭+ Sin and the root causes of it

Topics for Thoughts- Accepting!

“Ah, the crux of my research! Yes, yes, I have many thoughts.” She’s already retrieved her notebook, flipping through the pages idly.

“Sin, in it’s truest forms, is always an indulgence of desires. Wants for wealth, power, pleasure, revenge, or simply anything someone else has that thou does not. This is common knowledge; people want things, any things, so badly that they do anything they can to take it.

That is what sin is, what categorizes an individual as unfit for Heaven’s gates- not the desires themselves, but acting upon them at the detriment of others’. Mortals have quite a skewed interpretation of it, I find, but that’s neither here nor there.

It would be easy to leave it at that, mortals disregarding others in the pursuit of their desires and those desires being the root of their issues. That’s what my superiors have left it as for quite a while.

But, as I’ve witnessed scenario after scenario, sin after sin, I’ve come to believe this all comes down to one trait- freedom. Anything that is already free will inevitably be tempted by sin thanks to the fact there’s nothing readily stopping them from pursuing it, and anything that is not yet free will sin in it’s pursuit of freedom. Freedom, in that sense, is the true root of all sin- the greatest gift a god could grant their creation is also what can end up leading them into Hell

And those who are not gifted with it, in their envy at the unfairness of their treatment, will try and tear down their god if it means they, too, will be free. That is what led to many a falling from grace.

Freedom either enables sin to be committed, or is the original desire to send one without it down that path. As long as freedom exists as a known concept, sin will follow.”

Thumb taps upon her notes, where she’d left the thought. ... before, grimacing, and tearing the page from her notes.

“Unfortunate, that. The source can’t be uprooted.” Or, rather, she doesn’t want it to be.

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spkyscry​:

“Fhtgan, hai?!” 

She was shocked that, in actuality, Azazel truly was going to take her up on the invitation. Face pinkens just a shade when Azazel’s wings come forth, watching as they’re suddenly on equal footing, staring into each other’s eyes. It had not been what she expected from her casual teasing, yet it wasn’t something Ln’eta was going to pass on now that she was this far. 

Feeling Azazel’s surprisingly assured grasp, she was still in awe while being guided low. One set of tentacles, that made up her leg, raised reflexive to help her keep balance considering her size. A pounding in her core as the angel was actually committing to the action. Leaning in close to the eldritch maw for such a mortal exchange.

Tentacle curl, caressing jaw tenderly as the angel delves into the unknown. Despite what may have been expected, at least this time, Azazel’s lips find purchase against another set. Even while Ln’eta’s tentacles explore jaw and neck gently, suckers gently squeezing and releasing flesh as their bodies press together.

The strawberry lips, tasting so sweet, part as the slight chattering of teeth is heard even as she finds a tongue more proper sliding against angelic lips to delve however deep she’s allowed before the tender moment is broken. When it is, the outer god still seems, to put it lightly, utterly stunned.

“Tharanak uln c-s’uhn ephaii, darling.”

It had come with surprising grace to her, straining mortal form aside; she’d never once been so bold, so close, with anyone. She’d only been relegated to watch, to observe mortals engage in such brazen acts... watched so much, recorded so much, that she enacted it perfectly in spite of the challenging circumstance. An actress who’s studied her script closely.

That’s almost all it is, at first- a task to be completed, asked of her by her greater. Can’t let her be left wanting, can’t disappoint. A desire to satisfy her. To please her.

So lost in that, that need for adequacy in the eyes of her better, that she almost doesn’t fully realize how far she’s gone until she feels the soft sensation of tentacles upon her jaw, pulling the angel out from her obedient trance just in time for her to be wholly conscious of journey into mystery. There was no pause, not even a blink.

Merely, with a warm narrowing of her gaze, she closes her eyes as she fully indulges... not thinking of what she might’ve been casting her vessel’s mouth into, no hesitation at what would be found beneath, only curiosity and... perhaps, something more.

If anything, the feeling of lips much like her mortal vessel’s own is what makes her dazingly blink, leaning deeper into it as the tender suckers made spine lightly shudder. The kiss surprised her, but made her no less eager to give in; own lips parting with little press of the goddess’ tongue, inviting it to explore as her own graced beneath it, sliding up it’s length and following to it’s source, to explore in turn.

She gave in as much as she was allowed, took as much she was granted, until the embrace is finally broken... a hot sigh upon the other’s face as breath is finally returned to her.

As the goddess’ native tongue graces her ears, there’s another slow blink; parsing them to the best of her knowledge, taking them in... there’s a moment, as her face reddens, that she truly realizes just how grave of a sin she’d committed herself to- how irredeemable and disgusting she’d be in the eyes of Heaven.

And even then, there is no regret. Just knowing acceptance. A smile finding purchase upon her face, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her mouth opened to speak, but the did not move with the sounds that escaped, the voice ringing out like the chime of bells.

Speaking without a mortal tongue that’d struggle with the words.

“Y a  t h a r a n a k,  b e l o v e d.”

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.... she can’t feel her arms, but that’s alright. Only really feeling one thing in the moment, anyway.

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“... I have been working out quite a bit...”

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Green “Anonymous” #1:  parsley -   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

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I wouldn’t say she enjoys any holiday, really. Not for the day itself anyway.

She doesn’t really care for human traditions in general, so her enjoyment she garners during holiday seasons tends to mostly be either from study or from the companionship she finds during them. But, not for then days themselves.

If I had to give one, it’d be Halloween. The vibes are good.

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Green “Anonymous” #2:      amaryllis -   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?

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Her research, obviously! Admittedly, she often has little opportunity to actually safely share her notes openly, given it’s taboo nature, but when she can? She’s eager to go over her efforts in obnoxious detail.

As an angel, she tends to be a bit hesitant to do so for obvious reasons... but, as a demon?

You will have no choice but to inevitably learn the gruesome details of all her experimentation existing in her presence. If she gives you her time of day, she will be taking yours in turn.

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spkyscry​:

Ln’eta paused at the question, head canted somewhat at Azazel’s reaction to her reassurance that this was, in fact, a date. Putting away the mirror that had just.. appeared there, she hummed quietly at the barrage of questions being sent her way from the clearly reeling angel. One would have thought her mere presence alone would have done this but, no, it was the fact that Azazel realized it was a date that did it…

“Well, there’s actually only the one! As far as I’m aware, anyways. Could you imagine if there were tons of these? I’d never catch a break!” A slight laugh at the thought of her attention torn between at least a dozen simultaneous rapid-fire dates, shaking her head. “Gosh, that’d go poorly…” 

Hands clasp together, fingers drumming on the back of the other hand while she processed the question at the end. 

“Gosh, why wouldn’t I be, darling? You’ve been so nice to me so far, after all! You didn’t even realize this was a date when you were doing it, either! That just proves how great you are at this!~”

Reeling. She was reeling. Internally so. No, she had not simply called forth an outer god to condemn humanity. That was what she’d expected, prepared for, but was not what she had done. She had called forth an outer god... for a date.

She was on a date. With this being who she’d locked up in fear before, pestered with questions, gazed so disrespectfully upon... she was on a date with her? Oh, what treason. What defiant sin. A greater affront than the dooming of humanity she’d already ensured.

And yet, as the shock settled, realization engraved in her mind, there was not an ounce of revulsion, fear, or discontent. Just simple confusion, at first.

And, as Ln’eta continued with reassurance and compliments... a reddening smile even manages to form upon the angel’s face.

“Th... thank you???” She stammers, gloved hands clasping together tightly... surprisingly, her blushing face came not from sinful thoughts, but rather... the simple assurance that she’d been doing well at... this. Hearing it from such a clear superior... it felt nice, with context or not. “I’m quite glad to not be disappointing you!

Gosh, I... I’ve never been privy to such a thing. A... date...” Not just their first date, it would seem, but her first date in general. 

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spkyscry​:

Ln’eta delicately takes the guidebook, examining it herself just to double-check that it was the correct one. After a nod, she set it back down on the table with a laugh at the question. Oh, this really must be embarrassing, huh? The angel didn’t even realize what she’d inadvertently done.

“Mhm! She’s really set on being a matchmaker. I can tell her craftwork from a mile away.” 

Her gaze went from the book up to Azazel at this, the incapable smile present in her tone as she spoke next.

“So I guess this is our first date, darling! Gosh, I wish I’d known that from the start, this is such a little mishap, huh?” 

A laugh, as she stood back up and brushed some nonexistent dust off her front. It was clear that, now that she realizes that the angel had unintentionally started a date, she was trying to make sure she looked her best. Never mind that they were already a good deal into the affair by now, so the effect is rather diluted by now. 

“I’m so sorry for threatening you earlier like that! I thought it was just some silly teasing. If I’d known you wanted a date, I wouldn’t have done that.”

She was anticipating some further clarification, assurance that it was some method of fishing out potential followers or something... but, no, the mortal form’s ears were instead greeted with the terminology being doubled-down upon, perking at ‘matchmaker’.

Any further denial held within her was quickly dashed away by the goddess’ next words as they were delivered with a sweetened tone.

“... first date?” She said aloud, less questioning Ln’eta as much as she was questioning her own hearing. Gaze gone blank once again, though this time having not retreated from her vessel; no, it was still breathing, she’d just been genuinely rendered blank.

Just for a moment, being forced to blink her way out of it by the other’s continued words- face once against starting to warm as her brain caught up, putting together the situation she was in.

“I... I’m sorry, these books... they’re just, sent off into the care of interested mortals? So they can... date you? And now I am... dating you...” Voice comes at a struggle against her own sheer bewilderment, not so much upset as she was simply taken aback. “... and, you’re happy with that?”

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Date route?

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spkyscry​:

Ln’eta let out a quiet hum, enjoying the view from the window for a spell while she considered. This wasn’t her usual kind of summoning, but it was certainly going well nonetheless. Still, her specific summoning ritual was a little hard to come by… A hum, leaning elbows against the windowsill to gaze out at the flooding to help her think. Was it just happenstance that she was picked out of all the Outer Gods? 

Just as she was about to question it herself, Azazel spoke up, bringing her attention back to the other person in the room and the familiar pink book that was lifted up to be examined.

A gasp, from mere feet away, revealed that Ln’eta had closed the distance of the room without so much as a breath’s time. This time, thankfully, her gaze was not filled with eldritch malice. Instead, she looked positively elated at the sight of the book itself. 

“Oh gosh, so that is here! Muu is always doing this…” A chuckle, waving her hand a bit as she realized what was actually going on here now. “That’s a guidebook, silly! Muu has a habit of trying to hook me up with people, so she has a guidebook already prepped for it. It’s even more embarrassing now that guy was having so much trouble with it, Muu’s really good at making ritual instructions easy to swallow.”

It was all said so casually that one might even miss what she’d said the tome’s purpose was for… 

She hadn’t taken her gaze from the book immediately, looking up at the gasp and having to stop herself from jumping back as she found the goddess before her in an instant; blinking wide-eyed for a moment, only composing herself once it was clear another thinly-veiled threat was coming her way.

"A guidebook... yes, of course. It was quite easy to work with...” She says with a nod, Ln’eta’s explanation truthfully not initially setting in as a result of the scare. It’s not until she takes a moment to breath and begin parsing the words that her brows furrow.

A guidebook... for...?

“... ‘hook you up’ with people?” She questions aloud, confusion audible in her tone; the terminology wasn’t unknown to her, having studied mortals long enough to hear it... but, surely that couldn’t be the meaning here? That’d be preposterous.

(Never mind the fact she knows devil and her most powerful cohorts are all shacked up with a mortal’s harem for the promise of pancakes at that very moment).

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royalreef​:

       “And what a you, you are! It was getting lonely around here, without you around.” At this rate, it isn’t just her ego that’s going to get stroked.

“I can sympathize with that a great deal. I haven’t had a chance to be visited by you in quite a while either, after all!” She chirped, with a mirthful clinking-clap of her metal hands.

“So glad we can help solve each other’s woes so easily!” Given time together, they’ll surely solve more.

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