VISION | War in the Heavens

[Werew0lf 24181]

 

 

Your eyes awaken; it is not your body, as if your peripheral has been gauzed by the misty sight of an aengulic being, sheening with light. To your left, and to your right, there stand numerous centurions–they are warriors clad in virginal white plates of armour, their pauldrons draped in silks of lustrous gold stitched by emblems of different heavenly castes. There are hundreds, perhaps, even thousands, teetering at the edges of a cavernous, crimson abyss. 

 

The holy soldier’s perforate wing’s that span in greater breadth and stance in comparison to the largest albatross. 

 

Above this celestial concord, there gleams a spherical radiance; it is hard to discern what the source of this light is, but your eyes may gleam at large white-cobble palisades and a spindly gateway that spew fluff and joy. 

 

The call of War is reverberated by a flock of twenty-odd beings that were above this mighty legion; the aengulic host of GOD. Each of these twenty celestials had four wings in total, and they were mantled Archaengul. 

 

Raguel, the Archaengul of Justice, latches his mouth firm around the rust of this aged, worn cornet, rippling the clouds above. But in the grand scheme of this war, he does not come across as important, he was simply another soldier fighting the vestiges of a cruel, unending war. 

 

With their wing’s bursting in a scintillation of light, the holy legion of GOD flies out towards a legion of damned, most wretched daemons, and souls of sinners. The weakest cortege of Iblees’s army is made up of sickly dark souls that only labor blunt claws; in the further ends of their troopage, there were daemons of different sizes and heights, odious, spewing viscera, adorning horns.

 

However, your eyes would settle on three figures, each who remained on a slab of ash and marble. 

 

ABADDON Fallen Aengul   Once a stout aengul of GOD under the pedagogics of Raguel’s legion, she was known for her great swordsmanship and fortitude. However, the aengul Abaddon could not display her mastery, and so, abandoned the legion of GOD, to be able to fight eternally.

VUTCIMUZ Prince of Carrion   A wicked and cruel daemon whose soul was once sundered into the truculent mementoes–a sword. In the depths of the void, this daemon sowed great daemonic armies in the name of Iblees, or so it is said, once having conquered Siegmund the Carrion as his vessel to besiege the mortal lands of Haense.

YEU’RTHULU Fallen Aengul   This aengul has always been contemptuous in their sin; the aengul of compassion, her desires and wills under trepidation and lust surpassed her adulation to the Lord GOD, and so, He personally cast her out of his heavenly caste. In cowardice, the aengul Yeu’Rthulu fled.

 

Your body moves with the legion of aenguls, both hands, gauntleted, clenching at a gleaming weapon of your desire.

 

Before much else could be seen, you awaken in a ball of sweat; at the foot of wherever you slept, you discover golden dust, trickling away at the floor. 

 

[This vision is applicable only to the following characters + those under effects of the holy grail MArt]:

Sigmar Lorik ( @Halt)

Ser Charles ( @esotericas)

Atticus Keen ( @HeyitsNano)

 

[helldiving 5793]

Spoiler

i wish i was @Haltright now man

 

[ContestedSnow 1435]

Aleksandr Leopold does not see this vision. Perhaps his brother Sigmar Lorik does.

[esotericas 2674]

Charles awoke bathed in sweat, alone in his camp in the Heartlandic hills. His stomach churned, the adrenaline of combat still rushing through him, the thrill and camaraderie of the battle line, the glory of holy war.

 

Outside of his tent, bathed in the early-morning sun, Charles knelt and prayed.