He now, for all it's brightness and fearsome creatures, found about in the land of Tomorrows. He has found home-from-home, rest, and new friends. But it is clear he has been brought to this magnificent and miraculous world for a greater purpose. A reason befitting his role as the new prophet of the Messiahs and the descendant of the Great Preacher.
And that can only mean he has been sent here to spread the wicked word.
Angel or no, he has come to understand these beings that persist here are not of any tendency to bring harm. He couldn't imagine a place where such would be anyway. He sees only hopefuls, individuals who might hear what he has to say, people like-- that one!
"Excuse me, sister, have you a moment for our Lord and Lady the Messiahs t- oh." His face falls as he takes in her expression and, more than that, the fears that flock about this one's heart. "You are not well. I sense many a mother fuckin fear from you."
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And that can only mean he has been sent here to spread the wicked word.
Angel or no, he has come to understand these beings that persist here are not of any tendency to bring harm. He couldn't imagine a place where such would be anyway. He sees only hopefuls, individuals who might hear what he has to say, people like-- that one!
"Excuse me, sister, have you a moment for our Lord and Lady the Messiahs t- oh." His face falls as he takes in her expression and, more than that, the fears that flock about this one's heart. "You are not well. I sense many a mother fuckin fear from you."