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[45] SEEKING A PARADISE LSOT (SOUL CARTEL)
Theme Prompt: 45 - Fall from Grace
Title: Seeking A Paradise Lost
Fandom: Soul Cartel
Rating/Warnings: Spoilers for the Soul Cartel Webtoon
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Should an all-poweful being interfere with the world as they see fit?
“Ah, you have come.” Mastema smiles faintly and offers Uriel a place next to him. From the top of the palace, they both see the soldiers boarding on the ships. The crowds cheer - as if they are sending them not to a funeral, but to a wedding. “A wedding with death.”
Uriel doesn't ask how Mastema reads his thoughts. The devil knows - as if everything that has passed through the angel's head has shown on his face.
“Our bet is over.” Mastema tears the quietness. He doesn't give Uriel any time to answer. “It's very admirable that your faith has not wavered in spite of all those losses. I have made the wrong choice this time. Congratulations on your win.” He brushes his hair away from his neck. “As I have sworn. I'd ask your judgment be painless, but with my history, that'd be hypocritical. May your rage burn.”
Sparks fly around Uriel's fingers. They are not the great fires that have swept through Egypt, Babylonia, Rome… The devil looks at his eyes, his chin resting on his fingers.
“Judge me - as you judged the first criminal.”
The heat dies down. The first criminal: Uriel sees again the blood, the mark, the pain… The crowds cheer under him - but he only hears death curses thrown at the soldiers. The ships have already set off and sail to the horizon and beyond.
“Did you know,” Uriel asks, “that you were going to lose when you made the bet?” Even the snake is not so cunning, is he? Does he see himself as another pawn, completely expendable? “Do not lie. I hold your life in my hands.” Bold words when his hands can do nothing.
“It matters not. Haven't you realized?” Mastema takes Uriel's hand - his fingers are colder than the heart of Hell - and puts it on his neck. “I have given up my life long ago. If it held any importance to me, would I have bet it?” He laughs. Not even the Earth's cries as she drank the innocent blood are so chilling. “You have owed my life for so long.”
‘You could have killed me long ago, ending everything.’ So many wars would have been averted, so many deaths would have been avoided. A single sacrifice for a better world. Flames coil around Uriel's fingers. His skin feels like it would burn. He has had so many possibilities to end their series of bets. Every time he let the snake go. The fire cools down. The angel pushes the devil away. “Go before I have changed my mind.” All their games end like this, don't they? Uriel spreads his wings, ready to fly away. Mastema will do the same.
“Can you ever choose something for yourself?” Mastema also spreads his dark raven wings. As if they are a cloud they cover the sunlight. “I gave you the right to kill me. You could stop one of the worst enemies of your lord. If you refuse, does it mean you agree with me?”
Do not listen. Focus on the tiny rays that pierce the darkness. There is always light. Look for it. Do not lose it.
“Let me rephrase the question, then?” Vortex of black cubes forms under Mastema's fingers. As if he is the conductor of an infernal symphony, he sends them to the ships. “I will sink those ships. Just for you. I will also save the people on board. I will stop a war your lord could do nothing about.” The cubes freeze in the air. “And I will break his commandant; I will interfere with the people's choices. If you do not stop me now, you will be an accomplice.” The devil's wings shrink and the sunset floods everything with bloody red color. Again Mastema puts Uriel's hand on his neck.
“This isn't like you.” Mastema has never rushed Uriel so much; he needs him now. “You are desperate.” Uriel tries to keep emotion away from his voice - to be a tool - yet it still shivers a bit. “You are losing.” If only he could convince himself he is speaking the truth.
“So are you.” The cubes dive in the water under the ships. With one flick of his finger, Mastema can take them up and sink the ships. Change people's choices. Fight against God's will. “The question is, who of us can afford to lose more?” Mastema looks in Uriel's eyes. The red flames die, reflected in the still darkness. “Following your lord dooms these people. If you can live with those sacrifices, then kill me. If you cannot, join me. This is just like you,” Mastema mirrors Uriel's words, “to be so indecisive.”
The cubes break the still sea. Uriel has already made his choice. Even then, he closes his eyes - as if that could erase his sin! Mastema's darkness breaks through the wood, takes the soldiers and sends them flying over the sea. Back to safety. Back to their homes.
“It is official now, I believe. You have joined me.” Mastema extends his hand to Uriel. “Welcome to our side, last fallen angel.”
“I am not your ally.” If he repeats that long enough, Uriel might even believe himself. Like a flood, whispers spread to the people under him. Some call it divine will, some call it a miracle. They all cheer; they all wonder. They all have forgotten the war. “I will fight against him” - Uriel looks up at the sky - “and you. I will join you only until we dispose of my former lord. After him, it is your turn.”
Fallen angel. Uriel has always feared that day as if he had known it. Yet nothing has changed; his wings still glow sparkling white, his fire burns just as brightly. He takes Mastema’s hand; any help against the former lord is welcome.
“It is fine with me, fallen.” The devil’s hand is still colder than ice, his fingers thin and weak. His voice still has enough power to drown Uriel.
Title: Seeking A Paradise Lost
Fandom: Soul Cartel
Rating/Warnings: Spoilers for the Soul Cartel Webtoon
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Should an all-poweful being interfere with the world as they see fit?
“Ah, you have come.” Mastema smiles faintly and offers Uriel a place next to him. From the top of the palace, they both see the soldiers boarding on the ships. The crowds cheer - as if they are sending them not to a funeral, but to a wedding. “A wedding with death.”
Uriel doesn't ask how Mastema reads his thoughts. The devil knows - as if everything that has passed through the angel's head has shown on his face.
“Our bet is over.” Mastema tears the quietness. He doesn't give Uriel any time to answer. “It's very admirable that your faith has not wavered in spite of all those losses. I have made the wrong choice this time. Congratulations on your win.” He brushes his hair away from his neck. “As I have sworn. I'd ask your judgment be painless, but with my history, that'd be hypocritical. May your rage burn.”
Sparks fly around Uriel's fingers. They are not the great fires that have swept through Egypt, Babylonia, Rome… The devil looks at his eyes, his chin resting on his fingers.
“Judge me - as you judged the first criminal.”
The heat dies down. The first criminal: Uriel sees again the blood, the mark, the pain… The crowds cheer under him - but he only hears death curses thrown at the soldiers. The ships have already set off and sail to the horizon and beyond.
“Did you know,” Uriel asks, “that you were going to lose when you made the bet?” Even the snake is not so cunning, is he? Does he see himself as another pawn, completely expendable? “Do not lie. I hold your life in my hands.” Bold words when his hands can do nothing.
“It matters not. Haven't you realized?” Mastema takes Uriel's hand - his fingers are colder than the heart of Hell - and puts it on his neck. “I have given up my life long ago. If it held any importance to me, would I have bet it?” He laughs. Not even the Earth's cries as she drank the innocent blood are so chilling. “You have owed my life for so long.”
‘You could have killed me long ago, ending everything.’ So many wars would have been averted, so many deaths would have been avoided. A single sacrifice for a better world. Flames coil around Uriel's fingers. His skin feels like it would burn. He has had so many possibilities to end their series of bets. Every time he let the snake go. The fire cools down. The angel pushes the devil away. “Go before I have changed my mind.” All their games end like this, don't they? Uriel spreads his wings, ready to fly away. Mastema will do the same.
“Can you ever choose something for yourself?” Mastema also spreads his dark raven wings. As if they are a cloud they cover the sunlight. “I gave you the right to kill me. You could stop one of the worst enemies of your lord. If you refuse, does it mean you agree with me?”
Do not listen. Focus on the tiny rays that pierce the darkness. There is always light. Look for it. Do not lose it.
“Let me rephrase the question, then?” Vortex of black cubes forms under Mastema's fingers. As if he is the conductor of an infernal symphony, he sends them to the ships. “I will sink those ships. Just for you. I will also save the people on board. I will stop a war your lord could do nothing about.” The cubes freeze in the air. “And I will break his commandant; I will interfere with the people's choices. If you do not stop me now, you will be an accomplice.” The devil's wings shrink and the sunset floods everything with bloody red color. Again Mastema puts Uriel's hand on his neck.
“This isn't like you.” Mastema has never rushed Uriel so much; he needs him now. “You are desperate.” Uriel tries to keep emotion away from his voice - to be a tool - yet it still shivers a bit. “You are losing.” If only he could convince himself he is speaking the truth.
“So are you.” The cubes dive in the water under the ships. With one flick of his finger, Mastema can take them up and sink the ships. Change people's choices. Fight against God's will. “The question is, who of us can afford to lose more?” Mastema looks in Uriel's eyes. The red flames die, reflected in the still darkness. “Following your lord dooms these people. If you can live with those sacrifices, then kill me. If you cannot, join me. This is just like you,” Mastema mirrors Uriel's words, “to be so indecisive.”
The cubes break the still sea. Uriel has already made his choice. Even then, he closes his eyes - as if that could erase his sin! Mastema's darkness breaks through the wood, takes the soldiers and sends them flying over the sea. Back to safety. Back to their homes.
“It is official now, I believe. You have joined me.” Mastema extends his hand to Uriel. “Welcome to our side, last fallen angel.”
“I am not your ally.” If he repeats that long enough, Uriel might even believe himself. Like a flood, whispers spread to the people under him. Some call it divine will, some call it a miracle. They all cheer; they all wonder. They all have forgotten the war. “I will fight against him” - Uriel looks up at the sky - “and you. I will join you only until we dispose of my former lord. After him, it is your turn.”
Fallen angel. Uriel has always feared that day as if he had known it. Yet nothing has changed; his wings still glow sparkling white, his fire burns just as brightly. He takes Mastema’s hand; any help against the former lord is welcome.
“It is fine with me, fallen.” The devil’s hand is still colder than ice, his fingers thin and weak. His voice still has enough power to drown Uriel.
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