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<span style="font-family:Felipa"><span style="font-size: 22px">Sariel<br/>
"All that was left were bones and ashes, surrounded by glass, where fallen angels took lost souls and played with heavenly fire."</span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:Assistant">Chaos. He had not paid attention to it for ages, but today was an exception. He had witnessed it from a distance - the death of a woman who had seemingly jumped from the rooftops of a large building. The blood that was dripping quietly on the pavement and the bones that were obviously broken and twisted as his icy blue eyes took note of the strange position of the dead human being on the cold, hard ground. Many screamed and started to panic, both men and women collided with his broad chest as he simply stood there - unable to rip his gaze away from the scene that had happened in front of him. Sariel could only grimace - his jaw slightly clenched. The presence of a strange type of darkness was tickling his senses, teasing them in a rather unpleasant way as he realised that this was not the work of the deceased woman herself. She had not jumped, nor fallen by accident; something else was going on here, but the man found himself unable to put his finger on that sore spot. <br/>
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He walked away. This was no longer his duty, no longer his concern. He had been banished from that responsibility a very long time ago, and it was no longer up to him to chase the chaos away and restore the peace. He had learned how to be selfish, how useful it could actually be to think about oneself more often - but Sariel had not forgotten about his past. Sometimes that little voice in the back of his mind managed to taunt him, managed to remind him of the virtues and the wise words of God. As if that deep, lit core inside of him knew that he was disobedient and stubborn. That he refused to listen and obey his Master and Leader, and that a part of him may or may not still care a little. <br/>
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Hours passed by. His long, silver hair danced in the cold breeze as he wandered through the city. He could not win the struggle from his very own mind - that everlasting battle that continued to remind him of the fact that he should have stayed and solved the situation. That he should have soothed the lost soul that he may not have been able to see, but he had definitely been able to feel it. As if the poor spirit had been trying to drag him back to make him listen to them. While his angelic powers had definitely changed and some of them even disappeared - this one did not leave his heart. It frustrated him, knowing that he was not able to tear himself away from it. And right now, he was not even able to ignore it.<br/>
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"I cannot help you to cross over," he muttered under his breath, his deep voice filled with a hint of annoyance. The scene had almost returned back to normal - only the remaining blood was still sticking to the ground. What the mortals and Sariel could not see was the confused, melancholic spirit of the woman that was clinging to her empty body. A simple vessel. He blinked a couple of times and narrowed his eyes - finally. The shape was vague, but he could see. "They will come for you."<br/>
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"I did not want to die! He pushed me!" Her screams pierced through his ears, and Sariel furrowed his eyebrows. "Send me back, please! I need to go back!" <br/>
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"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a familiar voice behind him caused the man's body to freeze temporarily. "A fallen one is not supposed to be here." <br/>
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He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder, icy blue eyes meeting a mixture of purple and sea. "Did you forget my name, Serafina?" <br/>
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"Leave." <br/>
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"Are you her guardian? Someone pushed her from that building. Clearly you have not done your job." He turned his body towards her, now stepping forward and approaching her. "It was not a mortal that pushed her. Let me help you, this is not something you should be taking care of on your own." <br/>
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"Is this your attempt to receive the grace of God?" She shook her head.<br/>
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And while the two of them continued to argue, the woman with the light hair obviously uncomfortable with Sariel's presence, neither of them seemed to realise that the soul of the poor woman continued to freak out, her spirit now trying desperately to flee from the scene, creating a greater chaos than necessary. The dark was being fed.</span>