Seasons
So I need to write something that isn't work or a report, and I feel like I haven't written anything in years. (Maybe I really haven't?) This was meant to be something lighthearted but it quickly evolved into something more so I had to quickly put a stopper into it before I could develop into something else. You get what I mean?
Winter is a difficult season to be out in the field chasing ghosts and fighting monsters. Jeremy learned that two years into his training. It was so difficult he had taken to closing shop once the snow starts falling, because surviving on canned food is infinitely better than risking frostbite. If he showed up in Michael's quarter wrapped up in too much scarves and wearing too many layers of coats, it would be simply due to an enhanced sense of self-preservation.
Selene, on the other hand, is far used to living out in the cold that the barest hint of summer would fry her patience. Once the sun begins to burn too hotly, she would huff in irritation and take off all clothes modesty requires until she's parading around the office in nothing but a skimpy pair of pants, pale legs and pale arms and even paler belly and tits flashing anyone who passes by in happenstance blind. You can take a Mist creature from the icy coldness of the Great North, but never the cold from the Misty folk.
But when winter is over and the trees begin to reawaken and the flowers blossom, so does the angels descend to frolic as birds fly back north. It was in a particular breezy spring when the world is teetering in its balance when Raphael met a disheveled and battle worn devil who he had not known was of great import to Hell. He had stood by a tree watching the devil catch his breath, probably trying to stay alive judging from the way he's glaring at the arrow sticking out of his sides, and wondered if he should turn the other cheek and leave or cross the imaginary line and help. When the devil whimpered in pain, Raphael's conscience won and he quickly dashed to the devil's side, mind already recalling the proper prayer to heal an arrow wound. It was only when he was halfway through the prayer when he realised he was worsening the devil's conditions. "And here I thought the day couldn't get any worse," the devil muttered, half delirious and half deprecating. Raphael had a thought to stand up and leave as an angel should, but instead he flushed hot red in embarrassment and apologised softly. "I'm certainly not accustomed to saving a devil," he said, to which the devil chortled until he choked on his own blood. "Lie back and let me help you with that," Raphael gestured at the arrow sticking out of the devil's right side. Had it been inches to the centre and he doubted the devil would survive. Fifteen full minutes of concentration and single-mindedness later, Raphael was able to extract the arrow the human way and patch the devil up. "I don't really trust you, but thanks for saving my life," the devil said grudgingly as Raphael tied a knot to secure the makeshift bandage he made out of the hem of his own robes. "My name is Beelzebub, and you might have just helped in keeping Hell alive for one more day. For that I and my people owe you one." The devil's lopsided grin made Raphael snort rather ungracefully. "Don't remind me before my brothers charge me of treason," Raphael responded wryly, "but I will hold you to that, devil lord." What Raphael had not known at that time was that by spring's end, the trees would begin to bear fruits and so will he, albeit forbidden and accursed, that by autumn, the world has collapsed into madness.
With the fall of once green leaves turning into auburn, all flowers once blooming drying up and losing their lustre, Lucifer turns away from Heaven to enter Hell and help topple down an empire of tyranny. And as he helped in building a union to unite the power of the six reigning tribesmen, Lucifer never looks back at the old life he had led up in Heaven at the forefront of the Allfather's army wreaking vengeance and instead looks forward to creating a new world of freedom and democracy in a place where the sun never shone.
Autumn will end and it will be winter again soon as time never fails. The world will once again force Jeremy out of the comforting confines of his home, but fate beckons and winter will surely come, and the world will be there to bear it.
Winter is a difficult season to be out in the field chasing ghosts and fighting monsters. Jeremy learned that two years into his training. It was so difficult he had taken to closing shop once the snow starts falling, because surviving on canned food is infinitely better than risking frostbite. If he showed up in Michael's quarter wrapped up in too much scarves and wearing too many layers of coats, it would be simply due to an enhanced sense of self-preservation.
Selene, on the other hand, is far used to living out in the cold that the barest hint of summer would fry her patience. Once the sun begins to burn too hotly, she would huff in irritation and take off all clothes modesty requires until she's parading around the office in nothing but a skimpy pair of pants, pale legs and pale arms and even paler belly and tits flashing anyone who passes by in happenstance blind. You can take a Mist creature from the icy coldness of the Great North, but never the cold from the Misty folk.
But when winter is over and the trees begin to reawaken and the flowers blossom, so does the angels descend to frolic as birds fly back north. It was in a particular breezy spring when the world is teetering in its balance when Raphael met a disheveled and battle worn devil who he had not known was of great import to Hell. He had stood by a tree watching the devil catch his breath, probably trying to stay alive judging from the way he's glaring at the arrow sticking out of his sides, and wondered if he should turn the other cheek and leave or cross the imaginary line and help. When the devil whimpered in pain, Raphael's conscience won and he quickly dashed to the devil's side, mind already recalling the proper prayer to heal an arrow wound. It was only when he was halfway through the prayer when he realised he was worsening the devil's conditions. "And here I thought the day couldn't get any worse," the devil muttered, half delirious and half deprecating. Raphael had a thought to stand up and leave as an angel should, but instead he flushed hot red in embarrassment and apologised softly. "I'm certainly not accustomed to saving a devil," he said, to which the devil chortled until he choked on his own blood. "Lie back and let me help you with that," Raphael gestured at the arrow sticking out of the devil's right side. Had it been inches to the centre and he doubted the devil would survive. Fifteen full minutes of concentration and single-mindedness later, Raphael was able to extract the arrow the human way and patch the devil up. "I don't really trust you, but thanks for saving my life," the devil said grudgingly as Raphael tied a knot to secure the makeshift bandage he made out of the hem of his own robes. "My name is Beelzebub, and you might have just helped in keeping Hell alive for one more day. For that I and my people owe you one." The devil's lopsided grin made Raphael snort rather ungracefully. "Don't remind me before my brothers charge me of treason," Raphael responded wryly, "but I will hold you to that, devil lord." What Raphael had not known at that time was that by spring's end, the trees would begin to bear fruits and so will he, albeit forbidden and accursed, that by autumn, the world has collapsed into madness.
With the fall of once green leaves turning into auburn, all flowers once blooming drying up and losing their lustre, Lucifer turns away from Heaven to enter Hell and help topple down an empire of tyranny. And as he helped in building a union to unite the power of the six reigning tribesmen, Lucifer never looks back at the old life he had led up in Heaven at the forefront of the Allfather's army wreaking vengeance and instead looks forward to creating a new world of freedom and democracy in a place where the sun never shone.
Autumn will end and it will be winter again soon as time never fails. The world will once again force Jeremy out of the comforting confines of his home, but fate beckons and winter will surely come, and the world will be there to bear it.