Raziel, AKA Osias Wolfe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thefirstfallen) wrote2010-09-21 02:32 am
thefirstfallen) wrote2010-09-21 02:32 am
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GiD 1
It had been a few days since the year anniversary of Mephisto's humanity had come and past, and nobody but Mary knew the effects of it. As the creature underneath the dark hair and dark blue eyed flesh golem had experienced what he had over the year, something else was happening. The effects of the eastern purification spell had chance to blossom and fully do its job beyond what either the fallen angel or the alchemist had supposed it would.
When Mephisto shed the skin of humanity, he was blind once more. His voice was once again inhumanly dark and low, and his nails were claws. But there were differences. Significant differences. While his eyes could not see, he did have pupils, and irises. And his hair, although long and black before, was now a shocking gold, and Mary took a scissors to it to keep it out of his face.
His wings, of course, were a far cry from the soot-covered matte black that they had been, as well. Now with shots of black through each feather, his wings were an almost blue-gray. But he kept them hidden. And in a reasonably modest suit, it was this creature that came into Nemo's that afternoon.
"Not a single word, Mr. Gagne," He murmured quietly as he took his place behind the counter, "Not a bloody word."
Raziel had returned.
When Mephisto shed the skin of humanity, he was blind once more. His voice was once again inhumanly dark and low, and his nails were claws. But there were differences. Significant differences. While his eyes could not see, he did have pupils, and irises. And his hair, although long and black before, was now a shocking gold, and Mary took a scissors to it to keep it out of his face.
His wings, of course, were a far cry from the soot-covered matte black that they had been, as well. Now with shots of black through each feather, his wings were an almost blue-gray. But he kept them hidden. And in a reasonably modest suit, it was this creature that came into Nemo's that afternoon.
"Not a single word, Mr. Gagne," He murmured quietly as he took his place behind the counter, "Not a bloody word."
Raziel had returned.