Editing Apocalypse Keys Counting the Hours Jez Notes
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'''[Name]''' tarnished and spattered, Jezebeth's name is a thing long since corrupted. But she holds it so tenderly, so dearly, so close to her heart - for it still holds a flicker of the love God held for her when she was christened so many aeons ago. | '''[Name]''' tarnished and spattered, Jezebeth's name is a thing long since corrupted. But she holds it so tenderly, so dearly, so close to her heart - for it still holds a flicker of the love God held for her when she was christened so many aeons ago. | ||
| β | '''[Look]''' Jezebeth's mortal guise is a short girl, a young girl, with straw-coloured hair. Her eyes betray her, a glowing red. But to those who can see just beyond the veil, Jezebeth's halo is clear to | + | '''[Look]''' Jezebeth's mortal guise is a short girl, a young girl, with straw-coloured hair. Her eyes betray her, a glowing red. But to those who can see just beyond the veil, Jezebeth's halo is clear to see - tarnished as it is, cracked as it is, bleeding as it does. So too her wings; faint things, intangible things - that hum in the air and catch the light...and if you can see beyond her first pair, you will see nine pairs that ring her splendidly. A reminder of what she was. What she is. But all this is a mask, of course: plastered haphazardly over Jezebeth's shattered divinity. And yet, even knowing that, you will not see behind that mask. Surely not. For the world would weep at what she has become, and could not bear to see her revealed so carelessly... |
'''[Origin]''' Jezebeth is an angelic creature destroyed by her jealous God. This has happened before. It will happen again. And perhaps it is happening now - falling, fallen, destined to fall. Rising, risen, destined to rise. A cycle unslaved to time. Do not weep for her. She chose her fate, is choosing her fate, will choose her fate. A fate that seeks to love. A love so, so, so worthwhile. | '''[Origin]''' Jezebeth is an angelic creature destroyed by her jealous God. This has happened before. It will happen again. And perhaps it is happening now - falling, fallen, destined to fall. Rising, risen, destined to rise. A cycle unslaved to time. Do not weep for her. She chose her fate, is choosing her fate, will choose her fate. A fate that seeks to love. A love so, so, so worthwhile. | ||
