Sisterly Reunion (Sariel, and Sienna)

[Mari]

(OOC: This takes place after she meets with Vlad)

She had learned how to travel to Yalanze and now she fell to it with purpose. Her sister needed her. She had seen her wandering and so wondered what had brought her beloved sister to Yalanze. Mercy and protection had often gone hand in hand and where there was one you could often find the other. She knew Sariel to truly have grieved for the war that had torn heaven apart and she had shared in the sadness even as she was the standard bearer for Michael. There was so much sadness from so long ago. It would make her weep again if she was to allow it to do so.

To that end she entered the bar in Arnul, not as the Queen of Sylthanus but as an angel wanting to see a beloved sister that had been too long away. Perhaps she could lighten her heart and give her hope that the Creator’s will would yet find a way to bring peace. They had the time to wait after all and she was able to see things in the longer view.

As she passed by people in the bar they allowed her to pass. She would remind them of someone they loved if they had ever known such a thing. A relative, a child, a spouse, or lover, if their hearts had been touched she would pass by like a happy memory not wishing to disturb their day with her presence.

The sounds of merry making continued as she moved and with a joyous heart she found a seat then waited for her sister to see her. When she did, she would be greeted with a warm smile, “Sister, I have missed you so much, please sit with me. We have much to discuss.” As she waited quietly she glanced over to see if there was a server who would be willing to provide them with water.

Tagged: Sariel @sienna
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[Sariel]

While she loathed such filthy dens of debauchery, she was lead to such a place with promise. Sariel descended upon this world to find the cause of her latest concern. Yet she was not greeted with the hands that severed her sisters essence from the world but a message that she yet lived. Such a thing she felt to be a trap, with the nature of her mission she was all but expected to perish. It was she who protested loudest when Zadkiel was given to the mortals in the effort to maneuver her into her destiny as jailer of the damned. To see her captured by such filthy knowing he had placed hands on her, yet torn by the desire to be a dutiful daughter. If his destiny had not been of this magnitude she would have severed head from shoulders, sending him into the void.

Leather sandals touched the floor softly as she appeared out of nowhere. Sariel was a sight to behold among the patrons of such a place, her glow standing out against the crowd. She stood in sandals that reached to her knees, a leather skirt that hung from a silvery cuirass forged by the heavenly smith before his fall. Such a bright cuirass was adorned with many silvery ornaments that showed her position as someone of importance. Grey-blue eyes turned to seek their purpose which laid in the corner among the wolves who resided here. Of all the places she could have been directed to, this was the most abhorrent.

Sitting among the rabble of grey cloaks and dirty men sat a bright and radiant woman. If she had a heart it would have ceased in the moment with such joy. Zadkiel yet lived, yet she felt quite different from before. A sorrowful expression overcame her features for briefest of moments as she caught it. Her sister did not resonate the same as she once had- something had happened to her in her long stay here. In sensing she felt nothing like the sister she once knew, she felt almost like- no it was impossible for an Angel to rise to such heights.

"I feared you returned to source, sister." she replied. Moving to claim a seat across from her, she smiled halfheartedly at the woman before her. "My eyes do not deceive, you yet live. Yet, you seem to have changed, your light is brighter than I remember it. Even after all you have endured, you stand a beacon but this is different," she started. She could not place her finger upon it but she knew what she spoke was the truth. "..you have endured your time with the monster well?" she asked with genuine curiosity.

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Sienna's eyes were open, as the day passed her by and she was working here to do her part, using the last name 'Jamison' as some sort of cover. She couldn't possibly just be known by her angelic name of Sienna. She had needed a name that made her fit in and this had done the trick perfectly. No one really looked twice at her, when she was present, even if her aura was said to be blinding to some. She still managed to act like a normal human being and that was all that really mattered in the end.

When she saw two women entering that she felt recognition to, before she even recognized them fully. Sisters, she thought. These were family of hers and she felt herself drawn to them by some unrecognizable force. It was like someone pulled her to them and said Come, join us. She had not felt this in a long time and it was honestly something nice for a change. She walked over them, with a jug of water in her hands and smiled kindly at the two women. "Would you want something to drink?" She asked them, with a smile on her face, as she looked at them. It was almost like there was a secret behind her question, but she knew for sure that they would both recognize the real question behind her actual question.

She was of course very curious to why these two angelic beings were here, in a bar no less. She was well aware that not many other angels shared her opinions on spending time in a bar and how this was good to keep your ear to the ground. Most saw this as a place where nothing good happened and she couldn't possibly deny the fact that in all honesty, they were right. Not many good things happened in a bar like this. Though for her, something actually good had happened, as this was the place where she had met Seth, which felt like so long ago already. As time passed on, she felt like she knew him forever. Which was a nice, albeit a very confusing feeling.

She took in both women before her, with an almost childish curiosity and smiled, as she poured them both some water. She was careful enough not to pour them alcohol, as not many wanted to drink that, though they still could. She was even a little unsure if angels could get drunk or not, as she had never even felt the slightest inclination towards getting drunk, while she drank quite a bit of alcohol over the ages. She liked it, as she could certainly agree with humans, mortals, that it relaxed in some ways and made your worries seem just a little less than the day before, which could be nice and was nice most of the time as well. Still, she knew that she was different from most angels. She made no secrets about this single knowledge.

[Mari]

It was so good to see family again. Mari had been separated from her kin for so long she’d almost forgotten what it was like to be among them. To be able to breathe free and to have the joy of being herself. As much as she loved Vlad, his people constrained her by their overly formal structure and expectations of the royal family. It made for many difficult days due to the responsibilities that had been placed on her.

But now she was free. Free to explore the world and help others as she was always meant to do. Neither she nor Vlad had to deal with the constraints of society although Vlad would need someone to help him lest his nature overrun their purpose for traveling and cause misery where none need exist. Being married to Death was not easy and it hurt her to see the suffering of others but maybe she could help him.

"Thankfully that is not the case, Sister.” Mari beamed at her golden haired sibling and took in all that she was. “It has been a long time since I wore such things into battle.” She murmured softly as she regarded the work of their brother Azazel. It made her sad to think on it. “I have changed. The Creator has given me a new purpose, and one which I accept gratefully.” She murmured softly as Sienna appeared in the picture blinking she beamed at the young angel, “Indeed. Some fruit if you have it. If not then bread will do nicely.” She was always happy to see one of their kind out and about doing the Creator’s work.

“It was not arduous because of him, Sister. He was as kind as he could be. Others were…lest than kind. Shall we say. They made my time there a trial but soon, all shall be well again and there will be a chance to help others.” She didn’t dare refer to Vlad directly by name; Least of all in front of Sariel who would no doubt be vexed to hear it if her current reaction was any indicator. “Be at peace and enjoy the good offerings this place has, Sister. You may find that there is much you can do here.”

[Sariel]

There were eyes upon them, she could feel them prying even as she moved to sit. It didn't take her very long at all to figure out who the belonged to either as she made herself known. Among the people here in such a place stood yet another Angel as fate would have it. What Sariel could not fathom was why another one of their kind would willingly put themselves in such a place. Zadkiel had always been an odd one but it seemed that there were more cut from the same strange cloth. In heaven many angels were not free thinking nor did they differ much from one another unlike the Archangels. This made Sienna a curiosity to her as she knew of no reason an angel would ever be sent to a place such as this one.

"I would have you sit, share in words." she said with a plain tone. It was hard to discern whether that was a friendly request or a veiled command. Yet here on earth, if she had no purpose, she did not command those around her. Yet in this place she felt out of her element and having someone nearby who frequented such a pit served to anchor her. For the time being she turned her attentions back to her sister before her with furrowed brow. Even now that she was free of his hands she felt sorrow for the fact that she was stuffed into a gilded cage.

Turning her head to the side she seemed perplexed by this news. "Father lends no explanation to my ear of what you speak of.." she said. It was a rare sight to see someone like her seem so confused. Much like Metatron there was very little that she did not know or so she thought. There was the briefest of moments where she thought she should be happy for Zadkiel but then her joy turned back to suspicion as quickly as it had come. "Pray tell, what purpose do you now fulfill down here in this filthy cesspool of a world?" she asked. Anyone who spoke to Sariel for a moment knew how she felt about her fathers newest children. The only thing that separated her from the Morning Star was that she remained dutiful despite her disdain.

"He is a beast not far above those we once fought when expelling our brothers. Yet father takes him to breast, a displeasing thing but it is his will." she stated sourly. Then her mind switched to more pressing concerns which she had almost forgotten in the reunion. Placing her hands on the table, she leaned forward to look into her sisters eyes for a moment. "I have been informed that you have given birth to two half breeds," she said with a slight pause. A look of interest appeared suddenly replacing the one of disdain, "...what was that like?" she asked. After the question left her tongue her eyes turned upon Sienna for a moment with the same curiosity.

"And you, how is it you have come to be such a free thinking beings upon Yalanze? What mission carries you so far from home?" she asked. This day was filled with wondrous things that she had no answer to.

[Mari]

She was not adverse to company sitting with them. The nature of the conversation was a bit personal for her tastes but that was just how Sariel was. She often lacked tact or anything resembling a governor on her speech. She spoke her mind heedless of the consequences much like Katya did. A soft sigh met her commentary as she waited for Sienna to sit with them. "I sacrificed myself for the greater good of everyone out of love for my family and I was made the Goddess of Love and Mercy as a reward." she said simply as she looked from her sister to the dark haired stranger. "It was not something I sought it was something that Father granted me. I was being remade to my new purpose, Sister. This is why I disappeared. I have been letting my family know as I find them to keep them appraised of the situation but there are a lot of you to track down." She admitted with a smile.

"My purpose is to help those in the pursuit of love and to help others show mercy when it is most needed. I imagine I shall be opening the hearts of those that need it and helping others to sort out their feelings." she said simply with a soft smile to her blonde sibling. She glanced over at Sienna, "Such as you. What is your name, Miss?" she asked the youngest member of the table. She could see there was a connection between this angel and another. The nature of the other eluded her but she had no doubt all would be made plain soon enough.

"Be at peace, Sister. He will learn his place in the grand scheme of things. I have given him time to think on my words and will help him to see his new place in the Creator's plan away from the temptations of battle that called to him. He had demons whispering in his ear but with luck I shall vanquish the remaining trouble quickly."

Being asked what it was like to give birth caused her brow to wrinkle a moment again she did not wish to name names in front of a stranger whose motives might not be for the vampires. She knew there were angels working on both sides but that did not mean she had the right to discuss others private business, "Birth is how it always is. Painful but necessary. I healed from it quickly enough as for the children...My daughter is like you in many ways. She speaks her mind and does not suffer fools lightly. She is headstrong, obstinate and thinks me foolish. My youngest son is...following in the footsteps of his father. He thinks I am too soft and weak willed and denies his angelic heritage."

Turning her head slightly she waited to see what Sienna would say. She felt more than a little awkward with the other angel here as her sister aired out all their family drama. Still, she was not ashamed of it and would not hide from it. If others wished to condemn her they would find themselves under the microscope just as much as she was now. It was the way of their kind.

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Sienna felt like an intruder in this conversation. It was certainly good to see family again, in whatever shape or form, but that didn't mean that it didn't feel a tad bit strange. It did, it felt really strange. She had become so accustomed to being her own person, away from her kin, that she almost didn't know how to react and who to obey. The words of Marina however, intrigued her, when she heard the woman telling her that she had changed and that the Creator had given her a new purpose, even if she didn't want to eavesdrop, knowing that this wasn't very polite. She still couldn't quite help it and wondered what this new purpose was. "Some bread will have to do I'm afraid, this bar isn't well known for things other than alcohol." She said, apologetically, before she went and got them some bread. She knew very well what they must think of her, as she wasn't doing a job many would approve of, but she had grown to like it anyhow.

She swallowed when Sariel requested her to sit, but obeyed anyhow. She wasn't quite sure what this would mean for their conversation or for how people might react to her. After all, she was basically still working, but with how people seemed to like her, it seemed that her bosses were more lenient to what she did and where she went. She didn't want to tempt fate for too long though, as she needed this job to keep in touch with what was happening around her. That was still very much important to her. She turned and looked at Marina briefly. "It is good to see you being alright. I was present on the battlefield when you died." She spoke softly to her. She had seen it happen, but hadn't had much time to react to it, if at all. She knew very well, as a warrior, that things like these happened all the time, yet it touched her greatly to see it happen like this once again. She had no words for it and yet, she felt like she didn't need to talk about it much. Besides that, Marina was here once more, with a new purpose that had brought her back. Like Sariel, she too was very curious to what this purpose of hers might be. She didn't go in against Sariel's words about this world, as she knew better than to try and make angels see reason about this world, that in all honesty wasn't as bad as she knew many imagined it to be.

When the conversation returned to Vlad, Sienna was careful enough not to meddle in the conversation and to stay out of it as much as possible. Yet, she listened to what they said about the subject of this person that she had seen in action only a short period before and realized that she should be objective on this when her two sisters couldn't be. She looked at Sariel as her eyes fell upon her and folded her hands in front of her on the table. "I am a warrior, sister. My free thinking comes from my experiences in battle. As for my way of thinking about the creatures on these planet, I learned to work with them, keeping my eyes and ears to the ground. As well, as having met people that changed my view of things greatly." She said, briefly thinking of Seth and the effects on her that he already had. She however didn't see reason to name him to Sariel, or Marina, as she didn't think either would accept such feelings of hers.

She looked at Marina when she heard what the woman said about her purpose. She was sueprised by such a purpose being handed to Marina like this, but she knew that there was a reason for it. Everything always happened for a reason, she strongly believed that. This purpose of being made the Goddess of Love and Mercy also meant that Sienna was well aware that she couldn't hide her feelings for Seth from her, even if she in all honesty was at least attempting to protect him. Even if he might or might not need it. She smiled when she heard Marina ask her what her name was and looked at both. "My name is Sienna." She spoke softly.

She softly placed a hand on Marina's arm as she listened to what she told them about her children. She really wasn't here to judge her, as she was one of the people that thought giving birth was a wonderful thing. "I truly think you have done the best you could." She said, with a slight smile. She meant it, as she knew this was all a parent could do. Doing your best when you had a child and giving them all they needed was a task that many should give their children and something she wasn't going to judge Marina for. Neither was she going to judge her for the fact that her children had now decided to make their own choices. That was completely up to them.

[Sariel]

Love? They took her beloved sister and demoted her to the lowly duties of a Cherubim, a cupid? Was this to be the reward she received after staying with that beast for so long ensuring him caged? Hatred threatened to shake her to her very core, down here in this realm she could feel things more keenly. When she was in heaven she was connected more closely to the source, easily able to remain level headed. As she heard this her hand clenched upon the table and her fingers dug into the wood splintering it slightly. Drawing a deep breath she exhaled and let her hand go flat once more as she regained her senses.

"How is this just? Your reward for all you have suffered is to become a cupid? While they have their place, that station is beneath us." she protested aloud. She knew that Zadkiel would have some sort of reply that made more sense than her rant. Whenever she argued against her she always seemed to be prepared with a counter argument. Sariel could not best her with words as Zadkiel's kindness and patience were almost without limit. "Have you done something to offend?" she asked, desperately grasping at some sort of answer that made more sense than her reward. Still she could find none to offer that gave her any measure of peace.

Folding her hands together she stared at Marina intently, as if searching for something. She was trying to gauge the damage she had suffered at the hands of these beings. Yet she could find none that might have caused her to think as she did, she was under no influence but her own. "He is drawn to darkness, to rebellion and to chaos like Lucifer. He must be cast down before he is allowed to tread upon sacred ground." she stated firmly. Yet they both knew she held no authority to act upon what she said and so it was an idle sentiment. Hanging her head, she realized she did not come here to argue the dark parts of her imprisonment here on Yalanze.

"Yet you have experienced mortal pains and seem no worse for wear. Is it truly as bad as they'd have you believe?" she asked, pressing perhaps a bit too much. Instead she changed to subject, turning her attentions towards Sienna. Warrior angels were plentiful in the garrisons of heaven, yet she had never known one to act on their own for so long among the mortals. She did not carry the glow of one touched by the heavens, it was apparent she had been absent for some time. "..and what conclusion have you drawn about them? I have not had my eyes upon Yalanze. Father has other more pressing ventures under way that I have been called to deal with." she said. Right now she could say no more than that.

[Mari]

Concern etched Mari's brow as she watched her sister's reaction, "Sister, please be at peace. I spoke with Father himself. This is not a demotion. I am still doing his work I am just doing it in conjunction with my other duties. Both assist the other in the completing of the Creator's will. There are beings on this planet that need nurturing just as much as the humans we used to look after. The Yalanzen Pantheon I am a part of is the manifestation of the Creator's will given forms so that those who cannot grasp the Creator have a way of interacting with him via his messengers. At least that is how I understand it. I would have to ask further if my understanding of it is in error." She explained as she thought about how to explain to her sister what had transpired. "Cupids would be subordinate to me I believe. I would usher them to those that have the capacity to love but need a small bit of encouragement. My job would be to assist those who have need of a deeper understanding of love or who need guidance towards it."

Shaking her head she sighed, "I have done nothing to offend. Father was most adement about that. This is not a punishment. It is a charge greater than I have had before. Looking after Vlad is only one part of the puzzle Sister, please do not be upset. I am well and all will make itself known in due time."

Glancing at Sienna she nodded at the mention of bread, "It was good enough for the Savior of human kind; it shall be good enough for me." she said simply as she relaxed in her seat and watched her sister with concern for her. An angel's wrath was a terrible thing and one that no one would willingly wish on another.

"Indeed?" Mari was a bit puzzled when she heard Sienna mentioning this. It made her feel more than a little awkward given that all angels had something to do if they were on a battlefield. Many of them were so single minded they rarely had time to focus on others. This showed Sienna to be of a different mold than most of her kind. Hearing Sienna speak she raised an eyebrow, "In what way has your view changed, Sienna? Has your love for another colored your perceptions?" She added to her sister's questions. Mari was doing her best to be more relaxed around other angels. She tended to be less formal than many of them but she still believed in some form of protocol when it came to dealing with her kin. It helped her to know what skill sets they had and where their focus lay.

"Vlad must learn that he is not the being he once was. He is a ferryier of those who have passed and his vampiric nature should not be forcing his hand so much. I believe his mantle is causing him distress if my meeting with him was any indication." She said softly, giving Sienna a quick glance, "I would ask that you not discuss our conversation with others Sienna. It is of a personal nature and would be invasive and unfair of you to share what you learn here."

She had no way of knowing which side Sienna stood on, "Especially since both sides are in the wrong in this conflict and things are still needing to be worked out." On this she would be fierce. She would brook no argument or attempts to change her mind. War was not something to be sought after. Anyone who said otherwise would risk a sound disapproving glance and dialogue on mercy towards ones enemies from Mari. Her sister's questions of birth met with a simple raised eyebrow.