Prue Halliwell (slaybriel) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2017-09-09 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * el, r: amara godson |
WHO: Amara Godson
WHEN: Early hours of Saturday morning
WHERE: Her apartment
SUMMARY: Dreams of The Darkness
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence.
"Lucifer!" It wasn't a name she should have woken herself up screaming, but none the less it was the one on her lips at 3am on a Saturday morning. Thank goodness she was alone, was all she could think. Sitting up, she pushed her hair out of her face irritably and turned on the bedside lamp. What the Hell had that dream been about? It was one thing re-imagining Genesis in her sleep, but this? This was a whole new level of weird. Maybe it was time he tried some self analysis? Reaching for the journal that lay on the cabinet beside her bed, she opened a fresh page and started to write. Best to get this one down, just in case it made more sense later on, when the sun was up and the night didn't feel so threatening. The Darkness was terrifying. There were four of them, all powerful, all ready to do their Father's bidding. They had called her Gabriel, she was as they were, pure primordial energy not bound to corporeal form - not yet. Michael, Lucifer and Raphael were the others. Her brothers, though they had no Mother. Father created them, as he'd created everything in this universe. The Darkness was His sister, a Goddess, terrible and destructive. They fought. Four Archangels against a Goddess. Gabriel didn't know how they could hope to win. The battle was terrible, shaking the Heavens with thunder never heard before or since. It was painful. Gabriel's grace was torn at, wings wrenched, the energy that allowed his existence drawn from him, by Her. Every second of the fight was torture, Gabriel didn't want to be a warrior, Gabriel was the Messenger, not meant for such horror. But God told him, he was a weapon, and weapons must face battle eventually. So Gabriel fought, to protect his siblings, as best he could, until finally Lucifer took the Mark and The Darkness beaten down from her terrible wrath, was caged. All was well. Only it wasn't, Gabriel saw it, a black shadow in his beloved brother's eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose, Amara set the notebook aside, and curled back under the covers. Leaving the light on for now, to keep that shadow at bay. |