At towerofanimus, but only relevant by the way he's worn down. Post is on mun's music choices.

[warriorscribe]

Mundane, why must you listen to songs like this?

*Listening again as the machine made with Lucifel's voice sings farewell to God, his head sinks, and then his body does until he's kneeling on the floor.*

Mundane...please don't listen to it again. Haven't you complained about your own misery from it?

*It loops again. Enoch's hands twitch before they're slowly raised to cover his ears.*

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[itscharley]

*...But. It's Lucifer. ...Sometimes, he really hates "Paradise Lost".*

...As far as I understand, it was hardly a kind "farewell".

[warriorscribe]

*Paradise Lost isn't to blame this time. He looks up and shakes his head.*

In the original song, the singer sings "darling" where Lucifel sings "God". And...ask they be loved.

[itscharley]

There's no making a being like Lucifer sympathetic. He tried to lead a revolt against God and was punished for trying to usurp Him in heaven.

[warriorscribe]

*He blinks up at the other man through tear-filled eyes, uncomprehending.*

I don't know the details of...what's to come, but the Lucifel I know is the most loyal angel I know...

[itscharley]

Before, maybe, but...

*he stops.*

...I'm guessing that you are from before?

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods.* I only know of it because my mundane has told me.

*And he's learned somewhere not his current game, but, all told, in a way that was better for them both.*

[itscharley]

I...as you can imagine, I've never met anyone who was from that time. Who has actually interacted with angels...

*he has so many questions. Enoch would be buried under a mountain of questions.*

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch takes a deep breath, keeping back the tears that haven't fallen yet. It helps that his mun's moved on to other songs.* I was called to Heaven while still alive. I'm afraid I can't recall much of it, however.

*Might give Charley a clue as to who this guy is if his mun hasn't told him already.*

[itscharley]

*...that only leaves two possibilities. Both of which make him tremble in barely contained reverential awe.*

You're...?

[warriorscribe]

*It might have been a good idea to go with the earlier one - though given the apocryphal and sometimes self-contradictory nature of the details and timing of the Fall itself, never mind the million variations that popular culture has come up with, who's to say Elijah was any worse off as a guess?*

Enoch.

[itscharley]

...It's an honor.

*IT'S ENOCH OH MAAAAAAAN WHAT DOES HE SAY WHAT SHOULD HE EVEN DO THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER. In fact, the only way this would be even more amazing is if he met Christ himself. But he is not five years old, he can contain himself! Barely.*

[warriorscribe]

You've heard of me, as well...

*At least he's keeping a lid on his excitement. And at least this has distracted him for now.*

I'm not sorry.

[hellish_mephisto]

[Oh, now this is delicious.]

Hello again! Don't worry, I'm not sorry either.

[warriorscribe]

*When Enoch is absorbed in his own thoughts or emotions, he tends to miss things. Things like the sound of a charging giant pig behind him in a tunnel with an echo.

That's probably why it takes until the end of the third loop, in the instrumental fade, for him to realize he's being watched. His hands lower from his ears, just barely.*

You again...

*It should sound bitter. But that inflection gets lost when his voice breaks.*

And I never get the chance to use that icon.

[hellish_mephisto]

[He thrives on your pain, Enoch. Shall he go ahead and tell you that the flood ends up coming in the end after all just to break your poor heart even more?]

I did warn thee, did I not?

Heh...such a smug demon

[warriorscribe]

*Oh, he already knows through his mundane. Then, he already knew about this too. He just tries not to think about them, until situations arise where he must - meaning things like this happen.

He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. What can he say? He has nothing left against the demon, nothing but that he'd already learned. And that will only make him seem immature and petty. He's better than that. He takes a deep, damp breath and tries again.*

So you've come to gloat?

Poor Enoch.

[hellish_mephisto]

[Way to spoil his fun. Ah, well, he'll settle for this, then.]

Did I not once say that I enjoyed tormenting thee? Aye, I have come to gloat. Thou cannot remain in denial any longer. Thy friend will fall and become my master, and thy work will prove for naught. [He chuckles at the deliciousness of the irony.] How tragic.

He has his own catchphrase - that one's ours. Poor, poor Enoch...

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch lowers his head again, his body shaking. His hands clench, fingertips scraping against the edges of his face below his ears as the song loops again, strains of goodbye my Lord, my Lord, oh, my Lord adding a sickening twinge of pain, a sharpness in the ache of what's already there.*

No. No, something must...

World's worst case of cosmic irony ever.

[hellish_mephisto]

It cannot be undone, Enoch. Thou art fooling thyself to think otherwise. [YOUR TEARS ARE AS FINE WINE.]

...But perhaps... [The devil smiles slyly, curious as to how much it would take to shatter Enoch's faith now that it's been shaken.] Tell me, who art thou more loyal to? Thy dear friend? Or the tyrant who damned both him and thy world, despite thy best efforts to save it?

No kidding - major kudos to Takeyasu though, for managing to make the -Flood- genuinely surprising..

[warriorscribe]

*Two words have been used to describe Enoch over and over, "pious" and "pure". Never has it been more apparent to what extent.*

He...is not a tyrant. I do not know how these things will happen, only that they will. I know that He will not force his fall...

*And he can't go on. Can't say he'll fall of his own volition. Break the promise - I'm not going anywhere.*

[galiel]

[She reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looks up at his future fragment with the glazed eyes of someone trying to tune out the world around him. With a blink, his focus is back, and his hands lower from his ears.*

[galiel]

[Galiel just smiled at him and took one of his hands in her much smaller ones.]

Everything will be fine.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch can't help but smile sadly. She's certainly related to him, all right.*

No matter how bleak it seems, we must believe that.

[galiel]

Yes. [She squeezed his hand.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch stood, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself. Here he was, losing hope over a song...

...that tower sure hasn't done him any good.*

I wouldn't doubt we're of the same soul. *He manages a smile. At least here, his mundane's told him about things - or rather, he can't not read what his mundane does.*

[galiel]

[The tower had left many scars as it seemed.]

Me neither.

That icon is so many kinds of adorable...

[warriorscribe]

*Telling him the people he cared for most were gone? When they should never have been gone? ...Well it isn't as if canon itself has much different in store, but this is something else entirely - of course it's shaken him deeply.


With a tentative-sounding chuckle, he reaches out to ruffle her hair with his free hand. Everything would be fine. Everything would work out. He has to keep believing that.*

I was so happy when I found this, you can imagine ;w;

[galiel]

I believe that the future can be changed for the better. That nothing is set in stone.

[What she said might be not going so well with his plan but Galiel wanted to believe that there could be a better future for everyone.

Her hands were so small compared to his... but that was okay.]

So... please don't give up hope, alright?

Galiel's so tiny. XD Seriously, in the H7 lineup the only one shorter is Remiel.

[warriorscribe]

I won't...I can't, or there will be none left for you.

*And does she ever need it, from what he's heard from his mundane. Reincarnation with temporary memory loss was so much worse than what he went through...it meant she couldn't guard her heart the same way he could before she remembered she was immortal, destined to lose... Surely that's what he meant when, in his blog, Michael had described the look in her eyes before pulling Furel's trigger on herself as "lonely". If only he could simply prevent whatever event would possibly destroy him and create her...

Still smiling sadly, he uses the hand she's holding onto to pull her into a hug. As long as they both had hope.*

Everything...will be fine. Everything will be set right. We must believe it.

She is. Tiny and cute XD;

[galiel]

[She had a heaven burden on her shoulders to carry, that much was true. But she would be fine. She had to be fine. This was something that was similar about them.

Galiel is a bit surprised at the sudden hug though. But she smiles nevertheless and hugs him back.]

Yes.

[warriorscribe]

*It is because of this that Enoch will never be unable to consider her his daughter as long as they're in the same space like this. It's the same principle as any mortal child - for whatever reason, he will not be there, but there is something of him that lives on.*

I know you'll do well for Earth and Heaven alike. So I'll be strong for your sake.

*That is where, after all, Enoch's true strength lies - in standing strong for others. Whether he's standing against the Council itself to protest the destruction of Earth and all the innocent, uninvolved people on it or simply trying to keep someone he cares for safe.*

[fallenguardian]

[Well, excuse him while he doesn't understand what the problem is, but he does kind of have a soft spot for humans in distress, so... In that he doesn't particularly enjoy seeing it that is.]

You should consider investing in a good set of earplugs instead.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch looks up at the newcomer.* If it would work... *Or if his mun would give them to him.*

...She does this when she encounters a new song she likes.

[fallenguardian]

Won't know until you try, right?

[He tilts his head.]

I think that may be a thing for mundanes. Or humans too? I wouldn't really know. Mine has been listening to the same thing over and over for the last three hours at least.

[warriorscribe]

*His hands lower completely from his face, though he can't quite bring himself to stand yet. He didn't miss that phrasing.*

You aren't human?

*Sure, he has a strange hair color, but he's met humans in his games with odd hair before.*

[fallenguardian]

I'm not quite that lucky, no.

[Fallen angel is more like it. Though not the kind that Enoch would be familiar with.]

... Do you need help standing up? [It feels weird to talk down at someone.]

[warriorscribe]

"Lucky"? *He hasn't seen many nonhumans who envy humanity so much as, well, wanting to be nearer it.

At his question, Enoch shakes his head before getting to his feet.*

[fallenguardian]

Lucky, yes. [And that's all he's going to say about that.

Unless asked more questions, but y'know.]

.... Has your mundane made a better choice in music to listen to now?

[warriorscribe]

*A nod.* It's been added to the larger list by now. Thank you for helping to distract me from it.