Holy Palace of the Wise

[x_Metatron_x]

Seraphiel The Forgiving

{{once again, it leaves many questions unanswered. we will have a place for combat. soon...but for now, leave violence outside of this home. i made it to be a place of forbidden knowledge. not a place for people to do what they please anytime they want to.}}

a distant star can be seen outside lord seraphiel's window. he looks eagerly at it since it seems to be moving! the small red star then flashes a signal to seraphiel. he nods and backs away from his window, the small angel in the corner still amazed by the colors in the star. the star changes course and jets as fast as even an angel could spot it and crashes in seraphiel's windowsill. it is lord cinder. "Hows the library brother?"  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Lord Seraphiel chuckled at his brother, never one for mundane enterances Lord Metatron, always with the explosions. the...library is good i guess i would say, full of...books that one should never read...like the one i have before me, he indicates to the small pocket book before him, the taint in it still flowing out as if it were a fountain of corruption, but Seraphiel seemed unafected hmm, luckily i am a Seraphim of the high council, otherwise Lord Lucifers old diary would corrupt even a lower seraphim....i pulled it out of the archives in here a little bit ago, ancient language...from long ago, one of our last relics left behind to remember the fallen brother from, so old...if you look at it you can see it is written in the language of the ancient angels, from Lord Gregori's time...most angels would not be able to read it, fell out of use about 13 billion years ago...hmmm, but i still remember it well luckily...it has helped me learn possible strategies that our fallen brother might use against us, maybe some old planns that he might resurect...and luckily, not many other angels can read it without A: being corrupted, or B:being bamboozled by the unknown runes...heheh, only a handful of angels left understand it, and we are the majority...

{{OK RECAP TIME FOR CINDER: I was researching angels, Gregori is one of the original Cherubim, almost a seraphim ranking angel. I guess he dissapeared and never returned, but his bloodline is apparent in humans now, like there is a half angel half human family out there...xD idk but its kinda what i read, in our rp though, he is almost of seraphim rank, and the other angel here, alices angel, is of the bloodline. Gregori was only around for a small while when the angels were first born, only the Highest Seraphim knew him personly, he is very tricky, and an inventor, and powerful. lols}}  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

He looked over at aneal and sighed, he hated doing things for somebody that they need to do on there own, but he had not the time to wait for her to naturaly over come recession. he walked over to her, placed his hand apon her forhead and sighed. Immediatly, her viens turned black and then the black started to roll up her veins toward his hand, they left her body and entered him, when all of the black had left her, he stood up, studdered a little and fell back into his chair, breathing deeply, the black in his arm, which was now pitch black, started to fade away. his eyes burned with a bright white light, wind whirled around the study. and then, it stopped. Lord Seraphiel sat there and breathed deeply, the virus destroyed. he was very tired though, for he had over exerted himself today, having already used much strength on Lord Lucifer's Diary. he looked at aneal, who had woken up. Miss, Aneal, you are cured. You may leave now. he sighed heavily, it took alot out of him to even conjure up words.  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Seraphiel got up and used his cane to support his body weight. he stumbled over to the tables on the balcony, throwing random items aside, he grabed a goblet. the holy grail. he drank from it eagerly, letting its water heal his body and grant him life once again. he sighed as he finished his third gulp, he returned to his chair and fell asleep.  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Lord Seraphiel had felt her presence reenter but he did not have the energy to open his eyes, nor did he want to look at her. he was exhausted. three hours later, he opened his eyes and looked at the note, he slowly reached for it, wincing as his arm hurt, he looked at his arm and chuckled, the skin was rotting....too much taint had entered his body, if he did not take care of it soon, he would surely die, he slowly opened the letter and read it...  

[bassyxgrell]

"dear Seraphiel i can no longer deal with my life if im gone you dont have to deal with me pluse i found saitin and now he wants me to fight with him i dont now which to choose but if i choose him you dont have to worry about me goodbye,
Aneal  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Seraphiel chuckled at this note, she had used him...now she will have to die...he could feal his blood churning, his blade, Gods Hand, was pulsating...it wanted to gorge on her blood now...how stupid could he have been...this girl...this suposed child of Gregori....she must have diluted blood...for no True child of gregori would be like this....no True child of gregori would ever fall from grace...what a tedious task to do...oh well...she was virtualy useless anyways...a cherubim without power...she had no use...Lord Metatron might want to deal with this task....killing is his specialty...she had better hurry...she will need to run fast, or she will die...he wistled, Helsira appeared at his side...he slowly stroked its head and he smiled devishly...how amuzing...to see a cherubim die...he snapped his fingers and a holo screen appeared before him showing her walking...with the snap of his fingers, the life would drain from her body...but that was if he wished her dead now...  

[Seraphiel The Forgiving]

Lord Seraphiel walked to his balcony. To the middle, in the center of a circular formation of runes, he sat down apon it, indian style. He placed his palms out and at his knees. He started to levitate upwards. He stopped at about four feet. There he meditated, his aura fluxing greatly, it churned and swirled, whirlpooled in areas. It even sparked like lightning. The
stars seemed to fade, there light being sucked in by Seraphiel's divine powers. As he meditated, his aura continued to grow, larger and larger. The larger it got, the more happened in the physical world. Wind started to howl. Helsira walked up beside him and sat there, his blue eyes twinkling as he stared at his master. But he did not dare speak. Seraphiel was conjuring his real strength now, and to disrupt him would probably result in having your body destroyed from existance, along with your soul. It is never smart to distract a High Seraphim. There is a reason why The Father Of All made them High Seraphim, it was because they are not normal in the terms of angels. Even low seraphim have limits to their powers and gifts...but a High Seraphim, nobody has ever seen their limit, each time they meditate, they seem stronger. But it always feals as if they are holding back the majority of their energy. Legends say that their power is infinite, unending. But the Higher Angels know that only one being in all of the universe has that power: The Father. But in the same term, The Seraphim of the High Council seemed like mini versions of the Father. Nobody ever survived a fight with one either. Mystery always surrounded them. They were the first born too...maybe that is the secret to their power...
So Seraphiel continued to draw in power, the entire palace shook, Heaven itself shook...like the very foundations had been shaken...Emense power...only held by that of a True Lord...One of the original five...now four...he was showing he had the power only the originals had...emense power...
Lightning raced across the stars...lightning of every color and hue...Seraphiel continued to push though, it could be seen that he had not even released 10% of his capacity...it looked like he had only released 1% but how could one ever tell...?