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It was a few weeks before he could manage a gathering. Personal lives, the war, planning, councils, preparations, duties and.. honestly, getting his angels together was sometimes like herding drunk cats while blindfolded. He had his ways though, it is why he was the tempter and no one else. A promise of food, drink, the garden and a surprise was more than enough to get them all in one place for a day. They had come early, and now just after midday many were relaxed, drunk and happy. He'd warned Alex that he would call on this day, in the afternoon for the fittings.
They had gathered around "THE TREE", the apple trees of Eden which he stole and now resided in his gardens. Their sprawling branches provided enough shade for all the angels lounging around and drinking. It was quite a sight, or would be for others, though it was common for the angels.
Lucifer was tucked up against the twisted trunks of the trees wings spread across the grass. The slim fitting black suit and white shirt was his usual attire that was neither feminine nor masculine but his wings were not white. Today he let the colors show through; sunset and fire hues that complemented the burning crown of twisted iron on his head. At his side there is a small angel, not even five and a half feet tall with dark hair and a youthful face. Their wings like a summer sky in pale blue with flecks of white that are long and narrow for speed. Azazael is currently in a flowered dress with bold bright colors and lace leggings. He'd long ago stripped off his combat boots in favor of curling up on Lucifer's wings to relax, though he still, as always, wore a fedora.
Beside Lucifer, Belial is sitting in a chair wearing all black; combat boots, jeans, shirt, black face paint, dark crown and even his wings were black tinged to brown like a vulture. His pale skin and white, blind eyes in stark contrast. A black hawk perched, dozing on the leather forearm brace. Beside him was Thnisko, Death, similarly dressed but instead of a crown he wore a broad brimmed hat and sunglasses. All six of his wings hanging relaxed and glossy in the dappled sun.
To the Left of them were two angels sprawled in the grass. Mammon, Arab in appearance with dark hair, sandy olive skin, and ocean blue eyes sporting wings that appeared to have feathers made of shiny gold leaf. He's dressed in long coat, richly embroidered and studded with gemstones and matching silk pants. The crown he wears obviously linked to his nature as the angel of wealth. He's in an intimate, and perhaps even romantic, conversation with another angel who is waifish, femininely boyish, and over seven foot tall. Blue skinned, with jet black hair, eyes so dark blue they might be mistaken for black, and black wings that shimmer through colors like an oil slick or nebula in space. Where the sunlight catches Astaroth's feathers they gleam white like the moon when full. Her crown is full of stellar imagery though she wears little other than a sheer, dark blue beach wrap.
Out in the sun Phenex and Amartolosa, Sin, are busily making flower crowns from roses and some of the other larger flowers in the garden. Both are naked and in stark contrast. Sin has dark skin and red snake eyes framed by cascades of black curls that fall down well past her waist. A crown of gold and rubies nestled in her hair. She's curvy, womanly compared to the other angels. Like her twin brother she has six wings. The largest pair black with red trim on the feathers, the second shoulder pair bright crimson, and the small pair at the waist black as ravens. Phenex is quite different. White skin, hair, and eyes but wings vibrating with changing colors. They are, like Baphomet, female on the top and male on the bottom. Much like Sin their hair is so long as to hide some of their body beneath straight hair. A flower crown is braided into their hair.
One other group of angels sits partially in the shade against a brick retaining wall. Mulciber is sitting on the ground in a gray hoodie, carhart carpenter pants and work boots. His grayish wings, broad and rounded tucked neatly behind. Oddly, for an angel, Mulciber has wire framed glasses seated over his gray eyes and a simple but geometric crown. Beside him is an angel that is completely androgynous; boyish perhaps, with blond hair and pale skin. Abigor is in jeans and their favorite bright red leather jacket. Their wings aren't feathered, but instead black, lightly furred bat wings. Laying in front of them is Moloch on his stomach and dressed all in black leather with buckles and straps going every which way. His eyes red with golden flecks and wings black with silver metallic blades where there should be flight feathers. His nails are nearly claw like and there's an ominous clicking as he speaks from his shark-like teeth clicking together. He has black bull horns decorated with tassels Beside him, Beelzebub laid in the grass; white wings, mottled with red, strewn open like he'd fallen from the sky. He's drinking from an earthenware mug and wearing not a stitch, not even his swords, though he does have a number of black line tattoos. His nearly waist length sandy hair is intricately braided and adorned with bone beads and flowers. This angel has ruddy tan skin but usually the most unnerving thing is his black eyes. It isn't just a colored pupil like the others but his whole eye is jet black. His crown bears the jackal and a vaguely nature motif.
This is how they waited, deep in their own conversations and enjoying the warm sun. Lucifer had left the gates into the garden open so that Alex could come in directly from the street. Near the tree, on the path, several tables sat empty for Alex and beneath the gazebo food and drink on another table.
They had gathered around "THE TREE", the apple trees of Eden which he stole and now resided in his gardens. Their sprawling branches provided enough shade for all the angels lounging around and drinking. It was quite a sight, or would be for others, though it was common for the angels.
Lucifer was tucked up against the twisted trunks of the trees wings spread across the grass. The slim fitting black suit and white shirt was his usual attire that was neither feminine nor masculine but his wings were not white. Today he let the colors show through; sunset and fire hues that complemented the burning crown of twisted iron on his head. At his side there is a small angel, not even five and a half feet tall with dark hair and a youthful face. Their wings like a summer sky in pale blue with flecks of white that are long and narrow for speed. Azazael is currently in a flowered dress with bold bright colors and lace leggings. He'd long ago stripped off his combat boots in favor of curling up on Lucifer's wings to relax, though he still, as always, wore a fedora.
Beside Lucifer, Belial is sitting in a chair wearing all black; combat boots, jeans, shirt, black face paint, dark crown and even his wings were black tinged to brown like a vulture. His pale skin and white, blind eyes in stark contrast. A black hawk perched, dozing on the leather forearm brace. Beside him was Thnisko, Death, similarly dressed but instead of a crown he wore a broad brimmed hat and sunglasses. All six of his wings hanging relaxed and glossy in the dappled sun.
To the Left of them were two angels sprawled in the grass. Mammon, Arab in appearance with dark hair, sandy olive skin, and ocean blue eyes sporting wings that appeared to have feathers made of shiny gold leaf. He's dressed in long coat, richly embroidered and studded with gemstones and matching silk pants. The crown he wears obviously linked to his nature as the angel of wealth. He's in an intimate, and perhaps even romantic, conversation with another angel who is waifish, femininely boyish, and over seven foot tall. Blue skinned, with jet black hair, eyes so dark blue they might be mistaken for black, and black wings that shimmer through colors like an oil slick or nebula in space. Where the sunlight catches Astaroth's feathers they gleam white like the moon when full. Her crown is full of stellar imagery though she wears little other than a sheer, dark blue beach wrap.
Out in the sun Phenex and Amartolosa, Sin, are busily making flower crowns from roses and some of the other larger flowers in the garden. Both are naked and in stark contrast. Sin has dark skin and red snake eyes framed by cascades of black curls that fall down well past her waist. A crown of gold and rubies nestled in her hair. She's curvy, womanly compared to the other angels. Like her twin brother she has six wings. The largest pair black with red trim on the feathers, the second shoulder pair bright crimson, and the small pair at the waist black as ravens. Phenex is quite different. White skin, hair, and eyes but wings vibrating with changing colors. They are, like Baphomet, female on the top and male on the bottom. Much like Sin their hair is so long as to hide some of their body beneath straight hair. A flower crown is braided into their hair.
One other group of angels sits partially in the shade against a brick retaining wall. Mulciber is sitting on the ground in a gray hoodie, carhart carpenter pants and work boots. His grayish wings, broad and rounded tucked neatly behind. Oddly, for an angel, Mulciber has wire framed glasses seated over his gray eyes and a simple but geometric crown. Beside him is an angel that is completely androgynous; boyish perhaps, with blond hair and pale skin. Abigor is in jeans and their favorite bright red leather jacket. Their wings aren't feathered, but instead black, lightly furred bat wings. Laying in front of them is Moloch on his stomach and dressed all in black leather with buckles and straps going every which way. His eyes red with golden flecks and wings black with silver metallic blades where there should be flight feathers. His nails are nearly claw like and there's an ominous clicking as he speaks from his shark-like teeth clicking together. He has black bull horns decorated with tassels Beside him, Beelzebub laid in the grass; white wings, mottled with red, strewn open like he'd fallen from the sky. He's drinking from an earthenware mug and wearing not a stitch, not even his swords, though he does have a number of black line tattoos. His nearly waist length sandy hair is intricately braided and adorned with bone beads and flowers. This angel has ruddy tan skin but usually the most unnerving thing is his black eyes. It isn't just a colored pupil like the others but his whole eye is jet black. His crown bears the jackal and a vaguely nature motif.
This is how they waited, deep in their own conversations and enjoying the warm sun. Lucifer had left the gates into the garden open so that Alex could come in directly from the street. Near the tree, on the path, several tables sat empty for Alex and beneath the gazebo food and drink on another table.
