"It's possible this Wreath fellow doesn't truly know what he's dealing with either," Gabriel added, finishing off the last sigil. "Many necromancers don't." With an audible snap the magic locked into place, all the sigils but one vanished, and that remained hidden from view by the contours of the tree.
"But that fact is, Valkyrie, that necromancy is my brother's invention, precisely because he can seduce people with its great power." The Archangel let the scalpel wither away in his hand and moved around the branch, approaching Valkyrie. Gently, but with a firmness that couldn't be disobeyed, he drew her hand out of her pocket and lifted it. The ring whispered to him and his mouth drew tight, but his eyes grew sad and almost pained. He could feel it. The need. The pain. The sensation of being trapped. He knew that feeling all too well.
The Archangel didn't touch the ring, but when his fingertips drew near to it the blackness seemed to pull away, leaving the edge nearest to him bleached white. It was almost as if it was afraid of him, and in those moments, the ring felt warm. "Even if you choose not to believe Lucifer exists in this dimension, the power in this ring feels just the same as it does in mine."
Gabriel looked up at Valkyrie in the eye. "Necromancy steals souls, Valkyrie. It chains them, binds them, pains them and keeps them from going to where they're meant to go. There is nothing good in it. It is an antithesis to all that I and my faithful siblings are. I cannot make you give up this ring. But I fear for what you will become if you don't."
He didn't comment on the fellow he saw attacking her, the memory so loud that it was broadcast with needing to try and read it directly. Maybe later. Maybe not. He was burdening her with enough already.
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"But that fact is, Valkyrie, that necromancy is my brother's invention, precisely because he can seduce people with its great power." The Archangel let the scalpel wither away in his hand and moved around the branch, approaching Valkyrie. Gently, but with a firmness that couldn't be disobeyed, he drew her hand out of her pocket and lifted it. The ring whispered to him and his mouth drew tight, but his eyes grew sad and almost pained. He could feel it. The need. The pain. The sensation of being trapped. He knew that feeling all too well.
The Archangel didn't touch the ring, but when his fingertips drew near to it the blackness seemed to pull away, leaving the edge nearest to him bleached white. It was almost as if it was afraid of him, and in those moments, the ring felt warm. "Even if you choose not to believe Lucifer exists in this dimension, the power in this ring feels just the same as it does in mine."
Gabriel looked up at Valkyrie in the eye. "Necromancy steals souls, Valkyrie. It chains them, binds them, pains them and keeps them from going to where they're meant to go. There is nothing good in it. It is an antithesis to all that I and my faithful siblings are. I cannot make you give up this ring. But I fear for what you will become if you don't."
He didn't comment on the fellow he saw attacking her, the memory so loud that it was broadcast with needing to try and read it directly. Maybe later. Maybe not. He was burdening her with enough already.