Eos Clementine

When all you know is fight or flight,
red flags and butterflies all feel the same.

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an·gel
/ˈānjəl/nounone of a class of spiritual beings; a celestial attendant. In medieval angelology, angels constituted the nine celestial orders (seraphim, cherubim, thrones, dominations or dominions, virtues, powers, principalities or princedoms, archangels, and angels).

Height: 160cm
Eyes: dark hazel that shifts to jasper red with extreme emotions.
Hair: Black. (always changing from Luna's magic)
Piercings/Tattoos: Multiple piercings on both ears. An outline of wings in red ink on her lower back, a tramp stamp.
Distinctive Features: A pair of white, gold tipped wings. Golden tears that comes out with extreme anguish.
Worldly Occupation: C-Level, Chair of Board for Vina Airlines, Service coordinator for Vina Enterprises ie; Mysterium Lunae, Diabolica, Cafe du Soleil and Distilleria Vina

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Ascension

A rain of stars and a growth of nature all around mark the coming of angels.Within the blink of an eye, a gentle being with completely white eyes stands in front of her. Two fantastic wings of liquid gold hang like a mantle around the angel that she recognized after a couple of blinks, eyes focusing on the figure towering over her. Their slender and muscular body glides with a solemn determination and is barely clad in a few robes ready to escort her into the halls where the naming is going to take place.With unearthly speed, she was flown to a relatively massive gold gates. A crowd filled with masked eyes stands on both sides as a beeline of white clad beings marches inside, the audience glances over them as if judging every being within a few seconds.Once inside, a different celestial took over the previous one that has escorted her. Two elegant, fluffy wings make the angel look far more imposing than the others in the room. Their elongated body moves with strength and conviction and is sparsely clothed.The ceremony started with a thunderous sounding of horns followed by a strain of harps that sounded quite literally heavenly as the newly appointed guardian angels take their plinth in rows."If thou shalt perfectly observe these rules, all the following Symbols and an infinitude of others will be granted unto thee; thou thus living for the Honour and Glory of the True and only God, for thine own good, and that of thy neighbour. Let the Fear of God be ever before the eyes and the heart of him who shall possess this Divine Wisdom and Sacred Magic."'Eos Clementine'Singing a sworn oath in chorus as their names were being recited by the unnamed first order seraphim.The official ceremony ended as quickly as it had started and immediately progressed to a feast, the pedestals removed in a haste to be replaced by a seemingly endless banquet filled with anything and everything one can dream of to have on their plates.How ironic is it to celebrate them so generously like this only to be thrown to their demise soon after.

Badlands

Hello, and I'm sorry.
A salutation and a farewell.
I don't have much time.This Times New Roman is gonna fly through my fingertips,
like a plague of moths.
The hollow black letter shells crunched into the ground
like the skin of a cicada.
This is all that's left.
And you can do whatever you want with it.
Keep it to yourself,
or let it serve as a warning.This city is disgusting;
a corpse of what it used to be.
The people are filthy, gluttonous,
Ruled by the power exchange of sex
from the hands of the proletariat to the bourgeoisie.
The tops of the skylines buzz with the lackluster enthusiasm.
The ground level is caked in dirt and rust and grime,
and the people that dwell there awake and rub the filmy layer off their lukewarm eyes.There are some here I love,
some who fear me,
and some who wish I was dead.
I didn't ask for this;
no one asks for this.
You're born into it.
You grow up oblivious and sheltered
and one day the evil realities of this place hit you square between the eyes like a perfectly aimed bullet.
If this were a movie,
I would ride off in some blood red sunset down a stretch of desert road
into the wasteland that keeps us captive here.But this isn't a movie,
these are the Badlands.-Ashley Frangipane-

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