Post by uriel on Nov 27, 2020 4:47:00 GMT
“Idolaters braying out their praise for a golden calf.”
Harsh words, spoken coldly, the near monotonous baritone of hers flowed passed her rounded lips, rumbling from deep in her chest. If Uriel’s voice sounded cold then it was only because it matched her stony expression, blue eyes narrowed in scrutiny of the dark parking lot that she watched over from her perch on top of the mall’s roof. She watched with the same disdain that only a weary king could muster up as he regarded his kingdom with war-worn and world-weary malaise. The self proclaimed keeper of the gates of paradise was nothing if not dramatic, and with her broad shoulders and halo of blonde hair, she could at least pull off the part physically.
The energy of her contempt though, that was something that acted like the cherry atop the sundae.
“In a few short hours, these people are going to tear eachother apart, assault one another, and forget their common decency to try and snatch objects they couldn’t otherwise comfortably afford because man has elected to consume, even in a time where plague is being spread across their home. Ugly, it seems, has chosen to beget more ugliness.”
Sigh. A hand lifted to briefly clutch the bridge of her nose.
“I’m tired of forgiving them father, these ones know what they do, and if they don’t then over two millennia is more than enough time to figure it all out. Ignorance was their way then, it’s their way now, and it’ll be their way in the future because they learn nothing from a soft and loving hand. It’s the fault of their hubris, their identity politics that have made pride in ignorance their key feature.”
Her hand dropped, it’d drop as low of her expectations of mankind, but frankly her arm was only so long! Still, she kept her eyes on the parking lot that was due to fill up with overnight shoppers at any time now. It was routine, even in a pandemic. Consumerism was something akin to heresy in her mind, the mall was like a perverse temple that’d been dedicated to greed. It filled her with a cold anger, something that made her guts seize up in disgust of it all.
And yet, in a way, she understood why.
“They want blood with their heresy. They want to feel like the elite of Sodom and Gomorrah. They would have me serve up my opponent like the fatted calf simply for their amusement and nothing more than that, the final sacrifice to cap a long day of mocking the ancient edicts and scripture warning us all to forsake greed and mass consumption. I have no love for these people, I have no desire to be the one who gives them what they want so badly, but here I am nonetheless to do just that.”
There it was. A smile. A cold one, that was a smile in the same way that a wolf bearing its teeth was a smile. It fell short of her almost cerulean blue eyes, the kind of blue that was almost reminiscent of the sky just before tumultuous clouds overtook it in preparation for a storm.
“I can’t rain down the sulfur that used to fall from the very sky at the thought of the treble of my voice, I cannot bring the fires of my blade down upon these people. This form is limiting, a weak spear in the hands of an incomprehensible spirit, and yet, it will be the instrument in which I bring forth judgment. Not to just these people, but that fatted calf that Tony of the Cheap Pops has brought before me. He who said I am spoke forth his will long ago regarding sacrifices, but I think one more would not go amiss in the spirit of the season.”
Snort. She lifted a calloused hand and combed those off angled, calloused, fingers through her blonde mane.
“No, I don’t think it’ll go amiss at all. In these final nights, perhaps the Old Testament can guide the way just as well as the new.”
And like that, she backed away from the ledge of the roof.
“They know not what they do? Fine, then it's time to stop sparing the rod until they figure it the fuck out.”
Harsh words, spoken coldly, the near monotonous baritone of hers flowed passed her rounded lips, rumbling from deep in her chest. If Uriel’s voice sounded cold then it was only because it matched her stony expression, blue eyes narrowed in scrutiny of the dark parking lot that she watched over from her perch on top of the mall’s roof. She watched with the same disdain that only a weary king could muster up as he regarded his kingdom with war-worn and world-weary malaise. The self proclaimed keeper of the gates of paradise was nothing if not dramatic, and with her broad shoulders and halo of blonde hair, she could at least pull off the part physically.
The energy of her contempt though, that was something that acted like the cherry atop the sundae.
“In a few short hours, these people are going to tear eachother apart, assault one another, and forget their common decency to try and snatch objects they couldn’t otherwise comfortably afford because man has elected to consume, even in a time where plague is being spread across their home. Ugly, it seems, has chosen to beget more ugliness.”
Sigh. A hand lifted to briefly clutch the bridge of her nose.
“I’m tired of forgiving them father, these ones know what they do, and if they don’t then over two millennia is more than enough time to figure it all out. Ignorance was their way then, it’s their way now, and it’ll be their way in the future because they learn nothing from a soft and loving hand. It’s the fault of their hubris, their identity politics that have made pride in ignorance their key feature.”
Her hand dropped, it’d drop as low of her expectations of mankind, but frankly her arm was only so long! Still, she kept her eyes on the parking lot that was due to fill up with overnight shoppers at any time now. It was routine, even in a pandemic. Consumerism was something akin to heresy in her mind, the mall was like a perverse temple that’d been dedicated to greed. It filled her with a cold anger, something that made her guts seize up in disgust of it all.
And yet, in a way, she understood why.
“They want blood with their heresy. They want to feel like the elite of Sodom and Gomorrah. They would have me serve up my opponent like the fatted calf simply for their amusement and nothing more than that, the final sacrifice to cap a long day of mocking the ancient edicts and scripture warning us all to forsake greed and mass consumption. I have no love for these people, I have no desire to be the one who gives them what they want so badly, but here I am nonetheless to do just that.”
There it was. A smile. A cold one, that was a smile in the same way that a wolf bearing its teeth was a smile. It fell short of her almost cerulean blue eyes, the kind of blue that was almost reminiscent of the sky just before tumultuous clouds overtook it in preparation for a storm.
“I can’t rain down the sulfur that used to fall from the very sky at the thought of the treble of my voice, I cannot bring the fires of my blade down upon these people. This form is limiting, a weak spear in the hands of an incomprehensible spirit, and yet, it will be the instrument in which I bring forth judgment. Not to just these people, but that fatted calf that Tony of the Cheap Pops has brought before me. He who said I am spoke forth his will long ago regarding sacrifices, but I think one more would not go amiss in the spirit of the season.”
Snort. She lifted a calloused hand and combed those off angled, calloused, fingers through her blonde mane.
“No, I don’t think it’ll go amiss at all. In these final nights, perhaps the Old Testament can guide the way just as well as the new.”
And like that, she backed away from the ledge of the roof.
“They know not what they do? Fine, then it's time to stop sparing the rod until they figure it the fuck out.”