accidental(ish) video; @angela
[ There's a flapping of wings and the rush of wind. The video is obviously being taken from a point very high up. All that is visible is Angela, her silver armor with its golden wings gleaming in the sunlight, and the blue, cloud-dotted sky behind her. She holds the phone out, posing for the camera. Though she can't seem to settle on a good angle.
Is she...? Yeah, it looks kind of like she's trying to take a selfie. She must have hit record by mistake.
Oh well. Enjoy, Quarantine. ]
Is she...? Yeah, it looks kind of like she's trying to take a selfie. She must have hit record by mistake.
Oh well. Enjoy, Quarantine. ]
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... Aren't they all from the same Mum and Dad? God and Goddess creating angels?
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There are no gods in Heven.
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[He hadn't quite gleaned that there was that much of a difference yet.]
And the... what, wingless male angels. You said they sit in prayer all day. Do they also get to partake of the fun, or are they following more in line with the Tibetan or Christian monks?
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[ She takes a deep breath, and goes on to explain. ]
A long time ago, before even I was born, Heven was at war with Asgard. And Asgard was at war with the Vanir. The second war was brought to peace through the marriage of Odin All-Father and Freyja of the Vanir. They had a child, Aldrif. The Queen of the Angels stole Aldrif as punishment for the crimes of Asgard, and gave her to her handmaiden Loriel to raise.
In response, Freyja, furious over the loss of her newborn daughter, severed the realm of Heven from the world tree, Yggdrasil. But that was not enough to soothe her rage. Further still, she made a pact with Hela that when Angels die, they are not to have peace. They are to become Hela's slaves, to live out the rest of eternity in toil and want.
That is why the Anchorites pray. For the souls of all those Angels who, until recently, were doomed to an afterlife of slavery.
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[Because that was the way of it, wasn't it? Prayer didn't do much of anything. Action did. You don't want to go to Hell? Don't be an evil soul.]
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Freyja's anger over the theft of Aldrif was no mere hissy fit. It took millenia for her and Odin to have another child.
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Case in point. You had the men of your Heaven sat praying for Dad knows how long for absolutely no reason. Pointless.
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[ She smiles, thinking back fondly over her many years as Leader of the Hunt. ]
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[ Just then, the waiter arrives with her drinks. Angela nods her thanks and takes a sip of her float, adding as an aside, ] I was exiled from Asgard for what I did.
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[He smiles at the waiter, sipping his own drink with a happy hum.]
So let me get this straight; you were in Heaven, but you weren't an angel and they knew that. Then you saved their souls from Hell and they kicked you out even though they were supposed to have accepted you as you are. Then where you're from kicked you out for trying to save the souls of those you'd grown up with as your own?
Seems incredibly cruel and designed as a no-win situation.
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No. My true parentage was revealed, and I was exiled from Heven. Then I was welcomed back to Asgard warmly, but I stole the newborn daughter of Odin and Freyja -- Laussa -- and for that, I was exiled. Even though I ultimately returned her in better shape than when I took her.
It wasn't until after that, that the Angels in Hel were freed.
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[Lucifer sipped at his drink, then looked quizzically over at her.]
Whatever for? Please don't tell me you're of that whole sacrificing belief.
[If she could bring souls back from Hell, perhaps she could resurrect slaughtered children. Who knew?]
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[ Yes, she stole a baby, but she did it for a good reason. ]
She survived, and is presumably living happy and healthy in her mother's care. [ Angela doesn't actually know what her sister is up to these days, being exiled and all. ]
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The Asgardians, nor the Angels, are not a forgiving people.
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Those with long lives hold long memories.
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What would be the point of that? One cannot be her true self if she cannot remember what she has done before.
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