![]() He’d watched her do the same for Doorman, for Nin, for Forge-all beings scarred by shadowed pasts, healed by the simple gift of her comfort, shared through him while she recovered in her bell. When his life had fallen apart, Ángel had found a refuge in her wings. The kindhearted spirit had been the locus of his hope for many years now. Cherub could claim she only channeled the responsibility she was given-indeed, that was her power as Ángel had come to understand it, the ability to receive and redistribute strength to those who’d use it selflessly-but she meant more than just that role to him. “I am but a humble chalice for the faith My flock has placed in Me.” “.If that would be the answer to your prayers,” she hummed, as she had countless times before. There will be no greater force for good than you.”Ĭherub wriggled back onto her belly and into a modest bow. You will be the next Great Wight, my friend, with your pure heart and infinite compassion. “Ours,” Ángel replied, rising slowly to his feet, “for in our hands the dream is selfless. “We may take on faith Our foes remain divided, for what alliance could survive such singular, self-serving aspiration?” “.They all surely seek what only one can claim. It was a cold comfort she had offered him this time. Should We suspend all sense and entertain the notion that Our enemies align, one truth remains to put your fears to rest.” “Consider, lamb of light, the comfort this might grant you. no, when the quest to see them vanquished first began, the world of spirits became but one more frontier for humanity to conquer.”Ĭherub’s bell chimed softly as she wiggled around to stare Ángel in the eyes. “But then, no matter their aim, the Consortium-Jones, my father, Doorman, all of them-at that time, their work already served destructive ends. “To think the man has fallen from such heights.” Ángel remarked. “That is not a slight a prideful wight forgives, however fractured its desire for revenge ![]() And, in the earliest days of the Activity Consortium, it was Davy Jones whose blade sundered the Great Sphinx.” A placid smile joined four paws in pointing towards the heavens. The Death Cult serves none but their shrouded master. The Witch would sooner feast upon what strength a friend might offer. would that mean they share this same advantage? Would that mean these villains work together?”Ĭherub rolled over onto her back. Perhaps the power of prophecy explains that, but. It’s the way they dance around us with such synchronized precision. “.In truth, my friend, it’s not how many foes we face that vexes me. With her by his side, Ángel could face any problem with the calm that it required. It won’t help to waver now.” Cherub always made his doubts feel distant. “No matter the number of shadows, one light rebukes them all! There is no need to worry, servant Mine.”Ī wave of reassurance spread through Ángel, and his furrowed brow relaxed. It didn’t resemble the sort of sound a dog would make in the slightest instead, she simply spoke the traditional canine onomatopoeia aloud with great enthusiasm.
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