Anna (angel_radio) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-29 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna milton, lucien |
Who: Anna and open
What: checking out the nemeton
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: The Nemeton
Warnings: No
Anna had been wandering rather aimlessly around the city of Everett. She had started at the inn because her brothers had drawn her there. She didn't reveal herself to Azazeal yet, it seemed like poor timing with the virus taking hold of her nephew. Eva's son was infected the with the virus that had taken Everett by storm. Anna wouldn't have thought the angels capable of getting the virus but Dante had proven that theory partially wrong.
From the inn she had traveled to the prison, to the tea house, to the brothel, visited with the soothsayer there for a little while. Mostly she walked among the dead in the actual city. While it's inhabitants tended to move towards the edge of town in the prison or the projects or disappear into the forest in between. The dead had inherited the city. Anna walked among them, confusing them. As supernatural beings the zombies could see Anna but they couldn't have her, try as they might. Their useless limbs went right through her as she continued to walk among them.
When Michael had killed her he had damned her to this hellish purgatory. Neither hell nor purgatory but an impotent being on earth. It reminded her of the early days, those two thousand years she spent stationed on earth, silent and watchful. She had been so homesick then, wanting nothing more than to return to heaven. This time she wasn't waiting for orders though. She wasn't waiting for her father to tell her what to do. A father who was happy to send her orders but didn't see fit to talk to her face to face. He was a mysterious figure in her life, someone she had never seen. She was supposed to have faith. That was an angel's lot in life, faith and nothing more. Anna lost her faith and fell to earth and she would pay for that.
Was it worse to burn in hell for her sins? To fight amongst the most brutal of God's creatures every day in Purgatory? Or was it worse to walk among the living, to watch them go about their lives, to see them experience the pleasures and pain that went along with being human. The same kind of temptation that drove her to rip her own grace out had tormented her every day since her death. She couldn't go to heaven, couldn't go to hell. She was simply lost. She hadn't just lost faith in her father, he had lost faith in her.
The nemeton had drawn her to town and her brothers had given her a reason to stay. Ultimately, she blamed Michael for her death, not Castiel. She understood how confusing it could be to rebel against everything you've ever believed in.
She stopped in front of the tree and tipped her head up, taking it all in. The foliage in the northwestern part of the country was beautiful because of the trees. Even in the stark winter cold they looked like magic. This particular one happened to actually be magic.
"I haven't seen one of these in a thousand years." Maybe a little less or a little more. Time could get confused when you had existed for as long as Anna had. She reached out to touch the glowing beacon of dark power but as expected her hand went right through the bark and into the tree. She retrieved her hand and frowned at it. It had been worth a shot.