Vent art. .3. Because drawing him makes me happy, regardless of the context.
*finally decided to add the story since I can't sleep*
Listening to: Stabat Mater - Paul Mealor
Once, there were two brothers, both archangels of the highest degree. They lived in heaven and did their duty towards mankind.
The first brother was a kind soul who loved his work, loved people, did his duty towards the mortals and expected nothing in return. He counted himself as blessed to have his brother, his home, his friends, and never complained for a moment.
The second brother was not so complacent. He did his duty, protected the people but did not find the satisfaction in his actions. He grew bitter and spiteful, being sure never to show this on the outside. He resented his brother for finding joy in his work, whereas he could find no such happiness.
The second brother found a kindred spirit who shared his view on the matter of not receiving anything, no matter how tirelessly they worked. The two bonded and found they could survive this fate, knowing someone else felt the same way. The two of them were considered some of the best angels in heaven.
Until one day, this angel killed another fellow and was thrown from heaven, banished to earth as a fallen angel.
Of course, the second brother hated to lose his friend. He had to act as though he agreed with the judgment cast upon his confidant. Eventually, he decided to rally up as many angels as he could find, who were willing to go along with his plans and tried to overthrow the system that had taken his friend from him.
The second brother nearly succeeded in his mission, until he was confronted, face to face, by the first brother. Slain angels littered the heavens and continued to fall until the brothers were the only two still moving.
Using sheer willpower, the first brother trapped the second so he could no longer fight back. The second brother refused to give in, never repenting for his sins. The first brother had no choice but to rip the wings from his sibling and throw him from heaven.
The second brother fell to the earth. Still bleeding profusely from the wounds from his back, he walked as far as he could, in the off chance he might see his comrade once more. When the two did meet, the brother fell to his knees, where he bled to death in front of his friends very eyes.
The first brother never once hated his brother for what he did. He didn't hate him as he slew the other angels, he didn't hate him as they fought, and he didn't hate him as he ripped the wings from his back. He unconditionally loved him and always would.
As he watched his brother fall, the remaining brother awaited the day he would fight the demon his now lifeless brother had befriended, knowing it would probably be the death of both of them.
Leahcim and Artwork (c) Me
And Happy birthday, Leahcim.