fatima
Prinny God
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Post by fatima on Jan 13, 2007 12:10:23 GMT -5
After getting pounded on by Zemil (See Jail Break) Fatima knew that a harder training regimine was in order. Particularly since she didn't know if more demons were sealed away and forgotten at the Temple of Redemption, she kept her sword arm strong.
For some reason, though, particularly since she knew she had become stronger... why she was still weaker than most other angels.
The Stooge Squad kept throwing Prinny Barrages at her in order to get her reflexes and strength up. Even after staying in the infirmary for a few days, she kept the punishment to her body coming so she could take more damage. Nobody could doubt her skill... but it wasn't an angel's skill. A third-rank angel such as she should have been a lot tougher, and the whispers around the angels reflected this. It was true that angels were versitile in magic as well as weapons, but she fought like a superior Holy Knight rather than an angel.
Some began to doubt her legitimacy as an angel more than ever. She had wings, but she was far too... human. Fatima was not deaf to these complaints either. Master Lamington was elsewhere, however, and all Fatima could do was train a little harder and hope for the best.
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fatima
Prinny God
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Post by fatima on Jan 15, 2007 13:02:51 GMT -5
Lamington appeared at the entrance, hovering quietly for a few moments until the Stooge Squad noticed him and stopped their attack on Fatima to salute him.
Fatima was breathing hard and leaned on her sword as Lamington merely smiled. The other Prinnies around set up a coffee table with tea for two with chairs and even a flowered vase. Fatima placed her free hand on her hip and huffed.
"I guess this means I should take a break."
"Yes, Fatima, it does" Lamington replied in a calm monotone. "Relax for a moment."
"Is that an order?"
"A polite suggestion. You can not train if you collapse."
Resting her new sword to the side, she walked over with sweat pouring down her face, as well as several bruises. Slowly taking her seat, she didn't even lift her head to meet his eyes. The Stooge Squad even had a small table set up for them with tea.
"Thanks, dood!" "Oooooh! I hope this is blackberry, dood!"
Master Lamington picked up the kettle and poured some tea for Fatima as well as himself.
"It is good to see that you are well after such an attack."
"He could have killed me easy... everyone knows it."
"But he did not... everyone knows that as well."
Fatima sipped her tea, her hands shaking slightly. The stooge squad was having a little trouble.
"Ah... dood? How do we sip tea with a beak?"
"Chug, bra!"
Master Lamington sat there as he watched Fatima, taking a sip of his own tea. Calm as always, he smiled at Fatima.
"Have you ever heard of the Fallen Angel Ophelia?"
"Here and there... don't know the whole story." Fatima replied.
"Listen very carefully, Fatima. Long ago, when Vulcanus and I had just become full-fledged angels, Ophelia was the Archangel to Seraph Menasseh."
"The one who finished the gate between the Netherworld and Celestia?"
"Correct. The two of them were very close... until one day, Ophelia had her own ideas about love. She started to use love as a weapon in order to instill her own idea of fear into one another, using angels... and yes, even humans and demons to fulfill her whims. When the Seraph Menasseh found out, he cast Ophelia from Celestia, and a war began. In the end, her lovely form was merged with her two most loyal servants into a powerful entity known as Valvoga, and banished to another Netherworld far away." Lamington said.
"I knew I remembered her from history class!" Fatima replied, finally remembering. "Seraph Menasseh then used his power to finish the gate between Celestia and the local Netherworlds."
"I see history was one of the classes you managed to stay awake in."
"Hey! Cooking is a Prinny's job! So what if I failed Home Ec?!"
"Perhaps... but there is a moral to this story. Love, though pure in and of itself, is often the cause of much chaos. There are those who would die for it, kill for it... perhaps even sell their soul for one that they loved. There are those who would use love as a weapon instead of the unifying force that it was meant to be." Lamington continued.
"I can see that happening... but why preach it to me?"
"Zemil was one of Ophelia's servants..."
Fatima almost choked on her tea as the Stooge Squad paused from their tea chugging session at the other table, giving an equally shocked look.
"Y... yer kidding?!"
"Several of the demons in the prison are... because they were led to believe that Ophelia was giving a message of love, they followed her to the death. After realizing they were being used, some surrendered and desired to atone. Of course, the angels of the time desired to hear nothing of it and sealed them and their forces away... for since they had surrendered, by the Holy Law, they could not be executed."
"... So... what happened to Zemil?"
"He harmed human souls... but, he did spare an angel's life when he could have escaped."
Lamington drew his attention to the purple flower on the table which sat in a vase. Fatima slowly got the hint and sulked slightly. It was a young flower, but seemed healthy.
"This is for you, Fatima... it is yours to grow however you so desire."
"Grow? What are you talking about?"
"Flowers need love to grow... some even bear fruit. Perhaps if you showed this flower the true meaning of love, it will blossom into something... interesting."
"Well, it's in a dirt-packed vase, right? How is it supposed to grow completely?"
"It needs to be planted... but a flower such as this can not bloom on Celestian soil... sadly, it must be planted in the Netherworld. Hence, I reward you with your first mission outside of Celestia."
"Alright!" "Grats, dood!" The Stooge Squad chimed up.
"I will have a member of my guard take care of the temple... in the meantime, as the Cherub of Redemption, your task is to bring clemency to those who desire forgiveness. The Netherworld has its own Prinnies... look for ways to bring them closer to reincarnation, but please stay as discreet as possible."
"Yes sir!"
Fatima's eyes lit up in excitement. Chugging the rest of her tea down she got up from her seat and saluted Master Lamington.
"Operation 'Save the Prinnies' will be underway!"
"WHOO HOOO!" "Uhm... Dood. That means we're going too..." "Waaaa... N... Not the Netherworld, dood!"
Lamington quietly smiled and thought to himself. He could pass this off as 'thinning the armies of the Netherworld', but in reality, he hoped that she would learn more about the nature of good and evil. Part of him even feared she would become a fallen angel herself after seeing the foolishness of the angels, but she loved God with everything she was... even if such a punishment would be brought upon her, he saw her living a happy life.
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