[ one wing hangs from her back, useless after the previous break. but her shadow keeps the one hold it has on her, that fiery shadow of a sword in its other hand aimed at her. this is not how she wants it to go. not how it should end.
her voice sounds from the shadow, clear, furious, envious, full of that burning wrath still.
[[ What kind of a world-line is this…? ]]
[[ Why must I be the only one to lose all I care about? ]]
[[ How does a Story like this exist? ]]
[[ In the end, none of them matter. He too will become dust. They will be wiped from existence. ]]
her hand meets with the sword again, cutting itself deeper as the shadow tries to overpower her, a fleeting struggle as she yanks her hand from the grip with another audible snap.
just as she does, a bright light aims right at her and
...shoots past? Uriel, even the shadow itself, seems to both stand there in some stupor. ]
...Seriously?!
[ how the fuck do you miss!!!!
ah, but suddenly there's a swirl of wind, but a rolling wave of fire infused with the shadows immediately clashes into it and the whole stage itself becomes engulfed in a wave of black. it's a bit difficult to discern what's happening but, for a moment Uriel is standing there, one arm and wing hanging up she takes a step. pushing through it despite her state, despite her stories pooling into a puddle beneath her now.
another step, and then just for a moment, she seems gone before-- ]
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her voice sounds from the shadow, clear, furious, envious, full of that burning wrath still.
[[ What kind of a world-line is this…? ]]
[[ Why must I be the only one to lose all I care about? ]]
[[ How does a Story like this exist? ]]
[[ In the end, none of them matter. He too will become dust. They will be wiped from existence. ]]
her hand meets with the sword again, cutting itself deeper as the shadow tries to overpower her, a fleeting struggle as she yanks her hand from the grip with another audible snap.
just as she does, a bright light aims right at her and
...shoots past? Uriel, even the shadow itself, seems to both stand there in some stupor. ]
...Seriously?!
[ how the fuck do you miss!!!!
ah, but suddenly there's a swirl of wind, but a rolling wave of fire infused with the shadows immediately clashes into it and the whole stage itself becomes engulfed in a wave of black. it's a bit difficult to discern what's happening but, for a moment Uriel is standing there, one arm and wing hanging up she takes a step. pushing through it despite her state, despite her stories pooling into a puddle beneath her now.
another step, and then just for a moment, she seems gone before-- ]