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[]Psalm 51:14

Deliver me from my bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.

[☨]No dust, no vision, no light peered through the lens this evening as only muted sounds filtered through. Huddled in the cradle of the church's undercroft were the meager few who to took the sanctum's humble refuge. Maxwell had laid the provisions necessary for them on the crates lining the arched walls, and what light they had was the daylight that poured from the cellar door, and the torch upon the wall. For the best, for all of them, he knew they could only wait this pseudo apocalypse out and pray that their God would shield them all affliction.

Furthest from the door, but nearest toward the flickering pyre, the conscience-stricken prince sat with his arms curled about a tiny winged figure. The Angelina, Nill lie in clutching trembles, shaken from the sounds of devastation outside. The fall of Marshall had only quaked the church's solid foundation, yet the steeple had met it's fate with a gong of the shattering angelus bell as the tower fell into the street where the demons infested.

With all his frangible might Maxwell sought to quell her fear... along with his own. As he writhed with ache in his wretched soul, thoughts upon if the knight sworn to protect them would ever return, he crooned to her in dulcet tones, letting his yielding touch stroke through her hair.

Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.

God is my shepherd,
so nothing shall I want,
I rest in the meadows
of faithfulness and love,
I walk by the quiet waters of peace.

Gently you raise me
and heal my weary soul,
you lead me by pathways
of righteousness and truth,
my spirit shall sing
the music of your Name.

Though I should wander
the valley of death,
I fear no evil,
for you are at my side,
your rod and your staff,
my comfort and my hope.

You have set me a banquet of love
in the face of hatred,
crowning me with love
beyond my power to hold.

Surely your kindness and mercy
follow me all the days of my life;
I will dwell in the house of my God

Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.

[☨]A quavered sigh passed imperturbable lips as he rested his chin over the angel's crown, where bangs of blond became oddly damp from trickles of penitent saltwater.[☨]


...He'll come through.

Date: 2010-07-16 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[It was stifling to be down here, even if it was the safest place for Nill to be right now.

The darkness and the sounds from above ground reminded her of too many terrible things that happened in the past, and the girl had drawn her legs up tighty against herself that it made her knees feel stiff and sore. Her small wings were flexed down, the tips of her feathers brushing up against her back as she trembled like a frightened bird with her eyes closed, hands clinging to what they could of the Archbishop's attire.

Her own commlink had been abandoned, for now, laying deactivated across the floor. She didn't want to see, or hear anything else. She didn't want to know whether anyone else she cared about had died.

The song had done well to calm her down. At least she wasn't making those pitiful sobbing noises with her lack of voice anymore... Still, she remained close to the Archbishop, seeking out comfort and trying to block everything else out.]


Date: 2010-07-17 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13sugars.livejournal.com
[There was a movement in the shadows.

It was the the rustling of some monster that had sneaked in, however... The rustle of heavy cloth, and the soft clink of a metal rosary brushing against the now tarnished brass fittings on the tattered coat.

Though the gleam of glasses showed faintly in whatever scant light there was to be had down there, it wasn't blond that became visible, but long, shining silver.

Quiet, somber faced, Abel carefully shouldered his way past the doors, shutting them firmly behind him.]


Date: 2010-07-17 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

Willowy bends kept themselves tied about the young girl's delicate frame, cool retractiles combing through tresses of gold just to keep his hands from idling as he bowed his head in quiet benediction.

God be merciful to me a sinner.

Every shudder from the outside calamity, every screech from Hell's demons had him pleading harder.

God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.

Till surely the sweat trickling down his brow would become as blood.

Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.

And soon the sounds were deafening under his own vehement prayers, till he could hear no more but his own voice lamenting in his mind. Yet the shimmer of silver caught the corner of his eye, breaking him of his pitiful pleas. He looked up, heart leaping into his throat with the hope that he had been answered by the very grace of heaven.

I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.

Brows knit in error of his foolish want, regarding Abel with brief look of alarm.. and relaxing into downcast.]

Edited Date: 2010-07-17 05:45 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-17 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[The sound of the Archbishop's voice as he addressed the approaching figure in the shadows is what finally caught the winged girl's attention. It was close enough for her to hear it, and Nill sucked in her breath sharply the moment she opened her eyes. She didn't hear clearly enough the first time, and didn't just know who... or what to expect there.

No one else had come down here in some time...

Who was it...? Father Anderson?]


[Nill squinted her eyes to try to look more carefully, catching the silver hues of Abel's hair and his metal rosary in the dim light.

Her own brow knitted with confusion. He wasn't someone that she expected to be seeking sanctuary in a place like this. Father Nightroad was supposed to be stronger than that...

So why...?]
Edited Date: 2010-07-17 06:13 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-17 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13sugars.livejournal.com
[He cradled something in his hands, close to him, wrapped just barely in the folds of his torn scarf. It was hard to tell just what it was from here, really. A black shape and the glimmer of metal, just faintly between his fingertips.

No, he hadn't come for shelter. ... They needed him back at the school. Lilith needed him....

He clutched the small bundle to him, fighting to just raise his gaze to look Maxwell in the eye... and completely unable to do that for Nill. He couldn't... She was so close to-

And Maxwell. The grip tightened imperceptibly as he met the Archbishops gaze.]

... There was an accident at Marshall. [Though his expression remained unreadable, the deep, hoarse tone of his voice conveyed something much, much different]


[Cain. Anderson... His fingers uncurled, the ruined and dented frames of a pair of circular wire frame glasses resting in his palm, the cracked glass of the lens already starting to crumble. Beside it, a communicator. Scuffed, but appearing more or less unharmed. The thing may as well have been indestructible]


Date: 2010-07-17 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[Time seemed to slow to a halt, even the doldrums of his heart ceased their pulse. All there was was the sight of those sacred frames, splintered like the fragile glass across his own eyes. His mouth parched of breath and voice as the truth dawned on him, and burnt him up like the ashes of Midian.]


[With thin and destitute hands reaching, he snatched the items from Abel's grasp and stared wide-eyed at the screen that reflected his vision of dread.]


He didn't...
Edited Date: 2010-07-17 06:35 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-07-17 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
Image (http://tinypic.com?ref=160udd5)


Date: 2010-07-17 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13sugars.livejournal.com
[His heart contracted. He relinquished the items in his hand without a fight, trying to think of something to say to them. To the both of them. He had nothing. No words of comfort, no prompts that it would be alright.

... Cain had still not returned. That alone caused him fear. Had the scientists finally cast them aside? His tone rasped, he'd already lost all of his tears.]

... I couldn't find him at all. This is... this is all I could...

[Nill. Oh Lord, Nill. Abel sank to his knees, grasping the small child by the shoulders. This was all he could possibly give, when he himself was beyond comfort. Pulling her towards him for a firm and protective embrace]


Date: 2010-07-17 08:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13th-crusader.livejournal.com
[God be merciful to me a sinner.

Within cowering hands, Maxwell grasped the device so tight he threatened to dent it's frame and render it useless. Yet with a twitch of his thumb, electricity sparked through the splashscreen.. static claiming the vision until the snow cleared for enough moments to playback it's last sights.

God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.

It's last sound like a harbinger of departing.]

.....Ma...x....we....ll... (http://sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com/4091.html)

[Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.

Like the black shadow of death, Anderson's voice was swallowed in the darkness, leaving the static and the silence to plague Maxwell's mind with visions of his Shepherd's undeserved selflessness to him. The misbegotten lamb had took and took until there was nothing left.

And now he was gone, never to be taken from again.

Racked with writhing convulsions, the device dropped from his hands in a horrific clatter, his talons reaching to claw at his face as he felt something splinter inside himself... and break into a thousand upon a thousand unsalvageable little pieces.

What shattered was the tektite glass around his heart, fissured by the blade of guilt of his Shepherd's passing. The weight of that razor sword pressed into the frangible flesh of that tiny black muscle, and hitched his breath as not blood spilled out..

But tears.

Cold and insurmountable.]


[I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.

The agony caught up with him and burst forth out his mouth, only to be stifled by his hands clamping over his lips to muffle his tremoring wail.

There curled up against the wall lie crippled and feeble was a man broken by transgression.]
Edited Date: 2010-07-17 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heinesangel.livejournal.com
[".....Ma...x....we....ll... (http://sanctus-cineris.livejournal.com/4091.html)"

The sound of Father Anderson's dying message was the cue. The static intermingled with the sound of shifting concrete from the recording only proved the worse.

Her lack of voice broke out. The scream of a mute girl is pitiful indeed. Strangled, cracked and straining...

It didn't matter to her how it sounded. Not even with the mourners present. She's had enough.

Enough of being afraid. Enough of watching people that she loved and cared about dying right before her eyes, while she could nothing to help or ease their suffering. Enough...

Image (http://tinypic.com?ref=2d43le)

All of the air in her lungs suddenly rushed out in one fell swoop, causing her to sway on her feet. Her eyesight began to blur, before fading to black as she lost consciousness, her eyelids falling heavily down and edged with tears. The girl's weight began to carry her forward like a rag doll, with her head bending limply to rest against Abel's chest.

Nill had fainted.]

action | ;;

Date: 2010-07-18 07:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 13sugars.livejournal.com
[Abel clambered to keep the small body from slipping from his arms, eventually holding her tightly to him in momentary panic, only to feel the flutter of her heart. A soft sigh of relief as he felt a breath of warm air from her.

... It hardly made things better, but as on edge now as Abel was, her sudden drop was enough to frighten him. Holding her close, he couldn't shut his ears against the sounds Maxwell made, only capable of blocking out the image of the once proud man as he lowered his head, resting his forehead against the little blond crown in front of him.

He couldn't stay. Lilith needed him... Eald'narche, Naja, Xi... everyone at the school... he couldn't ignore that either. He waited for several moments, before slowly extending that limp angelic form towards Maxwell. He didn't look up this time. He didn't have to. The softest patter below him would betray the tears falling]

... I have to go back.


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