forum "I'll take your heart out with a spoon." OxO // CLOSED

Started March 08, 2021 by @cryptic-glitch

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Simon said nothing, looking at the sidewalk. "I don't know. People were nice to me down there. Maybe because they were doomed for all eternity."

Razielle thought for a bit and nodded slowly. "Then in that regard I can see why you're so quick to defend the place you had called home for a while. I hope to see Hell the same way you do." He said softly as they headed to his home, pulling out his house keys and yanking open the apartment building door

Simon walked along the curb, staring silently at the ground, and then said, "I'll just wait here." He crossed his arms, peering up at the apartment building.

Razielle watched him for a bit before nodding slowly "mkay. I'll be right back." He replied, dissapearing inside the building. He climbed the stairs to his apartment in his socks and unlocked his ap door. He went into his bathroom and took a quick five minute shower before changing clothes and finding new socks and shoes, combat boots he kept in the back of his closet. He also threw a few things into a backpack, including a change of clothes, a blanket, and some food and water. He jogged outside back towards Simon and took a deep breath. "Alright, ready."

"Okie dokie." Simon uncrossed his arms, unfurled his wings and grabbed Razielle's wrist. Tapping his foot six times on the ground, he muttered a few words under his breath. The ground sank under their feet and they fell into Hell, Simon keeping his grip on the angel's arm.

Razielle tilted his head when Simon grabbed his arms and then tapping his foot. "Uhm this isn't some Oz shit right?" He glanced around them, making sure no one was around to see themdo this portal thing to Hell. He glanced back over at Simon, about to ask how this was supposed to get them to Hell when he felt the ground fall out from under him.

Simon grinned. "Not Oz. Just magic." He unfurled his wings to catch the wind, yanking Razielle upward with him. "Can you fly? With your wing issue, I mean," he said.

Razielle squeezed his eyes shut as he gripped Simon's arm. He had never liked falling. Yes with his wings it was fine, he loved to freefall then be carried up with his wings, confident that they would be able to keep him safe but now with them still healing and bound together, he didn't trust them to works as easily as before.

"Fine," Simon said, and tucked his wings in, sending them both into a steep dive. At the last minute, he flew upward a few feet, then carefully set Razielle down on the dark sands below them. He dropped down next to Razielle and tucked his wings back in. "Aw, look at my hair. It's a mess," he said ruefully, and set to fixing it.

"are you insane!" Razielle yelled as they plummeted to the ground, instinctively wrapping his arms around Simon, eyes shut tight as he awaited their death. He cracked his eyes open when they slowed and glanced down at sands below them, thinking for a moment it was still open air. He carefully knelt down on the sands and took a slow look around, and saw only darkness save for waters lapping up on the shores, milky white in color. "So this is Hell." He whispered softly, glancing over at Simon as he fixed his hair

"Thanks for the hug," he said, only half-joking. "Yes. Hell. Now, obviously, we aren't going straight to Lucifer himself, but I have met him before and I'm sure he wouldn't mind talking to me for a moment. First we talk to the gatekeepers."

"your welcome." Razielle replied bluntly, eyes trailing over the water and shorline before meeting Simon's eyes again. Now that was a name he hadn't heard in a long while. Yes some of the archangels spoke of him when he was younger, telling them tales of how the first son of the Diety was cast out of heaven for not loving humans but he was rarely spoken of outside of the classes unless of course it was to reprimand him. "Should I be surprised that you've spoke with the prince of Hell himself?" He asked, tilting his head with a smirk and a shake of his head. He looked back out towards the waters before standing and brushing himself off. "I can't imagine ruling a place like this. All the anguish and regret here is suffocating." He shivered slightly as he followed Simon deeper into Hell. "At least now I can say I've gone to Hell when my patients tell me to go here during our sessions."

"Eh. Lucifer is very tasteful. Nice interior design. Generally congenial man. Not bad looking either. He seems to thrive on pain, however, so try not to show weakness. Unless you'd like to be chained to Hell forever."

"oh great…" He muttered, focusing on his breathing. When he said the place was suffocating he wasn't joking, despite having not seen any souls yet, Razielle could feel their pain, feel just how much they had regretted their life decisions. " You must be in high standing here if you know Lucifer so well." He said, trying his best to distract himself as they got closer to the gates.

"High standing is an overstatement. I made him mad once, and he made me his indentured servant. He thought I was feisty. Which was rude. He acted like I was his pet cat or something. You alright? You look. . .pale."

"well, he's not wrong about the feisty part. The indetured servant and pet treatment might be a little far." He replied with a nod and a dismissive wave of his hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sick, probably from the fall or something."

"Alright. If you're sure." He stopped at a break in the road. "This way," he said, pointing down the left side.

He nodded slightly and followed Simon, taking a glance at the figures that became more prevelent as they walked deeper into Lucofer's domain. Some he could full figures, others were more whisp like than human. Some didn't even resemble human figures at all, distorted and shaped into something unearthly. He kept his wing close to his back and hugged his stomach. He told himself that as much as he didn't want to be there, he'd have as much respect as possible for the departed souls that resided here.

"Do you wanna hold my hand?" Simon held out his hand, eyes dancing. "They can't hurt you, you know. Lucifer knows we're here and because of certain laws, he isn't allowed to let them touch us."

Razielle couldn't tell if the other was messing with him or trying to be genuine. Either way, the angel gently took Simon's outstretched hand, holding it lightly. The contact was a comfort, knowing that at least someone else that wasn't necessarily dead and suffering was down there with him. "I-I know." He breathed, "But just because they can't touch us doesn't mean they or him can't hurt us."

"They can't hurt us," Simon said, rolling his eyes. He didn't pull away from Raizielle's touch but didn't tighten his hold either. "Onward," he said in a loud voice and fairly dragged him down the path until they reached a tall building, like the tower Rapunzel was in, but infinitely taller.

Razielle sighed softly "sure they won't." He replied as they walked. He glared up at the immensely tall tower as they approached, the sick feeling only growing worse as he took in the sheer hight of the stone building. "You've got to be kidding me. This thing better have an elevator or something." He muttered

"Nope. No elevator. Only flying. Or flight magic. So that the prisoners inside can't get out." Simon looked over at him. "You alright with that?"

Razielle inhaled deeply. Prisoners. That's what the tower houses. The worst people imaginable resided there. A shiver shot down his spine and through his wings. He nodded slightly. "Yeah that's fine."

Simon tilted his head forward, then gave Razielle a sideways glance. "Are you going to fly this time, or do I need to carry you?" He shook out his wings, a few dark feathers falling to the ground. "They can't hurt you."