Galahad nods along with that explanation. It answers something that's starting to prod at him more as he and the angel become more involved with one another. Answer in hand, the knight shifts a little to lay at Beelzebub's side, one arm curling comfortably around the angel as they cuddle. He's quiet for some time after that, thinking about the ramifications of what the other man's just told him.
"Even if it wasn't his intention, he's made you more like humanity," Galahad notes. He can see why something like that might be considered a fallen state for an angel, or an otherwise potentially undesirable thing for a divine being. Still, there is a small silver lining that he thinks he sees in all of it: "If you are unholy because of the sinfulness imposed upon you, then at least you aren't alone even in those moments another of your people isn't near you. Find any human, and they'd be able to commiserate over living a life where one is imperfect."
Beelzebub shakes his head. "Man is like us. Lucifer is thier father."
As Galahad goes on Beelzebub starts to frown at the description. He's not quite sure why it upsets him at first just that it doesn't sit well. When the words come they are harsh and hurt. "Man will never understand. We remember what it's like to be of heaven. God tore huge chunks out of us, disfigured and broke us. Tore out wings, eyes, and hope. That was not enough destruction to levy upon us so he cursed us with sins and locked us away in a prison where we burn alive, have burned for billions of years. Undying with our flesh searing off. Where even the air scorches to the point we can barely stay alive."
By the time he's done the angel is flushed and his breath is coming fast, tears threatening in his eyes. The emotions that welled up thinking about his own torture were thier own sort of agony. "We're cast out because Lucifer refused to murder an angel, something the seraphim still in heaven did willingly. Unholy and heavenly are not opposites."
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"Even if it wasn't his intention, he's made you more like humanity," Galahad notes. He can see why something like that might be considered a fallen state for an angel, or an otherwise potentially undesirable thing for a divine being. Still, there is a small silver lining that he thinks he sees in all of it: "If you are unholy because of the sinfulness imposed upon you, then at least you aren't alone even in those moments another of your people isn't near you. Find any human, and they'd be able to commiserate over living a life where one is imperfect."
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As Galahad goes on Beelzebub starts to frown at the description. He's not quite sure why it upsets him at first just that it doesn't sit well. When the words come they are harsh and hurt. "Man will never understand. We remember what it's like to be of heaven. God tore huge chunks out of us, disfigured and broke us. Tore out wings, eyes, and hope. That was not enough destruction to levy upon us so he cursed us with sins and locked us away in a prison where we burn alive, have burned for billions of years. Undying with our flesh searing off. Where even the air scorches to the point we can barely stay alive."
By the time he's done the angel is flushed and his breath is coming fast, tears threatening in his eyes. The emotions that welled up thinking about his own torture were thier own sort of agony. "We're cast out because Lucifer refused to murder an angel, something the seraphim still in heaven did willingly. Unholy and heavenly are not opposites."