RAGUEL | Cursed Children & Lumbridge

[Werew0lf 24181]

 

There has been certain tendentiousness when addressing the Cursed Children, may GOD ease their pain, and this prejudice has seeped far and wide across the canonist flock.

 

Verily, the likeliness of the Red Prince is far a stretch to comeliness; a most foul, wretched abomination. It is brought from the corruption of Ixris, it is his denise, to deceive as Iblees once did, to offer power, and wealth, servants who do your bidding from the foul depths of the nether. 

 

Subjectively, the cursed child is not at fault – they are born to look daemonic, but in the end, it is a curse. And this curse is not upon them, but their ungodly parents who had so damned them to be born bereft the light of the Lord GOD. They have forced their child - in their greed - to be born with unkind horns and bloody flesh. How could you fault the cursed babe, who had done nothing but be born in this world? Life is a gift from GOD, and all deserve to bathe in it, lest they be clawed by the hands of Iblees.

 

I have silently observed this state of affairs. Let it be known that the culling of cursed children only seeks to propagate and start the rippling effects of evil: they will feel isolated, damned, and then turn to evil. It is a cowardly, Xionist plot. The cursed child will fall far from the fruit of GOD, and seek further into those who would hope to subvert their attention to evil. So this is what I say: kindness, empathy, and nurturing. Alas, the cursed child - lest they have already fallen to evil machinations - can be saved. Bring them to the church, and show them kindness. And if they have already fallen far into the depths of Iblees’s grasp, then relieve them of their pain, and their life. Their viscous black ichor; perhaps, kindness, it will turn it red. 

 

But the cursed child will never have a place in the Seven Skies.

 

On the matter of Lumbridge, and the Xionist.

 

Your spineless attempt to seal, or perchance you had thought to slay me, within the depths of a voidal construction, it was dastardly, but I assume that is what you hoped for. I have only one message for you: I forgive you.

 

I’m also going to destroy your lair and kill you all.

 

Saint Raguel, the Aengul of Justice.

 

 

Credit:

@xMuted

 

[The Tough Guy 4319]

thanks pal im ur biggest fan

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

30 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

I have only one message for you: I forgive you.

Azazel, the Herald of Embers, stopped for a moment as they poured over the missive. The lungless wraith heaved a sigh of relief...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the Xionist Sage finished reading.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

[xo31 3984]

The now Herald of Umbrage sat, thuggin that shit out.

 

A large board was on his wall, filled with plans that would take centuries to complete.

 

"Come get some." he decided. "They say you're fake- truthfully, it doesn't matter to me."

 

He wiped Oyashi and Templar blood off of his body.

 

He echoed the words of his mentor from the night prior;

 

"ALL IMMORTALS MUST DIE."

[Xergarok 811]

A Barrowlord held the missive, reading over it... "Our scripture does not necessitate the

slaughter of Cursed Children, lest I be mistaken..." it contemplated. "A Xionist plot, then?

No... And I can not call this Canonist plotting either. At most propaganda of an imposter..."

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"We'll see. Aenguls bleed... I think, whichever this one is, has just been quite lucky indeed..."

[Metamancy 1775]

man i love god

[rathat 868]

"I'm so tired of our dumb idiot guy doing dumb idiot thing and now we have to worry about dumb idiot angel guy." Groaned a Thing in the disguise of a woman.
 

Spoiler

 

[Irene 471]

A certain flame haired Numenedain lass carefully took hold of the missive, carrying it as if it was made of finely delicate material. After a certain conversation the previous saint night, the missive filled her with HOPE and LIFE... For the Aengul was truly Just! Even with the sadden truth of cursed children, why should their life be damned just like their afterlife? For the Nightflower placed this missive in a secure, clean place, and moved to pray before she slumbered.

[BoyWonderr 346]

Another red-haired Numenedain boy took hold of the missive, a sigh of relief escaped through his lips as a certain weight from his shoulders had been lifted. Finally, the entirety of the burden had been lifted by the Aengul of Justice. It seems his actions had been noticed by a divine power, a divine being. Now, he fully understood the true meaning of Justice. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

Fornotos suddenly felt rather glad she was on an indefinite vacation from the Xionist community. She sipped her fancy cocktail, flicking the tiny novelty umbrella that sat in the beverage. ".. A voidal tear, I fear, was too far.."

[Turbo_Dog 3572]

Reading on with its glassy orange eyes barely blinking the being of pale, leathery skin folded the news and sent it off via bird mail to someone it spoke to and admired. The new letter came with a short message on a separate paper that read 

 

“Look, an angel has spoken logic. Will your woes simply end overnight? No. But your burden has been lessened. -Dhen Ma’al”

 

@Frostdrop1
 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

Unknown to all in the depths of the HOLY SEE

[Frostdrop1 1843]

A curious white crow - that remnant which remained of Marus Weiss -  took notice of a pinned missive of the church. Of the aengul, Raguel. Little, had he cared for the strange affair, until now. 

As his pupiless gaze scanned the words, one might swear that curious, ethereal crow smiled. Surely, he had fought the cause of the cursedkin in life, and all who knew him knew that. Harm and death were not his calling in life, a thing which always nauseated him. Yet, that did not stop him fighting for a cause - a cause for which he died. Butchered, by a blood-lusting beast. Matyred, some might say.

And, now, the so-called divine was on their side, too. 

This was a victory; Raguel was justice.

 

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A young devil, one Reinhard Clement Weiss, peered upon the mail he received from an acquaintance he still meant to write to! His lizardly gaze traced over the name, before the words themselves. 

 

And then he smiles faintly. He didn't know this aengul, but now he did. A thing to admire, to be thankful for. 

 

And, then, he murmured a quiet, private thanks to God.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

Bon'Ox furrows his brow "Wow thiz iz da firzt well put togeather writin' bi St. Raguel..." the goblin puts on his reading glasses and leans closer to look over eaxh word ".. perhapz izi uzed ahn 'ghoztwriter'?"