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❝When you are in a garden which flowers do you pick? The most beautiful ones.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #F6A8B6 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #BDA0CB】
|| Broken Crown || Mumford and Sons ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #F6A8B6 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #BDA0CB】
|| Broken Crown || Mumford and Sons ||
Celeste had something of a fan club, Raphael soon came to realize. Gabriel hadn't yet caught on, Raphael wasn't sure if their brother had even bothered visiting their sister, who was clearly suffering from pain and half delirious. She had used a lot of energy to do that transformation, it was surprising she had managed to hold it for that long. Raphael often found one or two members of Celeste's fan club prowling the halls of the dungeon, he had even caught one trying to sneak in a letter on behalf of them. "What are you doing?" Raphael questioned and the angel soldier froze. "Well I was um-" he was at a loss. Raphael took the letter and pocketed it, Celeste was in no condition to read. "Do you have permission to be down here?" Th angel shook his head and walked with his metaphorical tail between his legs back out. Raphael threw open the cell door to make sure they hadn't caused his sister any harm. Her skin was pail, she was shivering. Raphael had, had enough. Celeste wasn't a criminal, the opposite was true.
She had saved their skin, she had taken down two powerful foes now and yet it seemed no one knew how to treat her. Sure, it had been dangerous and reckless but had Celeste not done the transformation they may still be out there, fighting. Or worse, dead. "Hang on a bit longer sister, I'll get you out of here." He placed a hand underneath her neck and knees, the stitches on her neck were getting infected from the conditions down here. He needed Celeste in one piece for when Kitra woke up, otherwise the demon might kill him and Gabriel for allowing this to happen. "Move!" Raphael barked as a demon nearly got in his way, diving towards the wall. He moved her to Kitra's room upstairs, knowing that the room smelled like his sister's lover and perhaps she would find comfort in it. The next step was getting a real doctor to look at that wound. Outside, her fan club was gathered, trying to look through the window to see what was happening.
"Get me a doctor," while Ryker was busy, they did have the next best thing, Gremory. It was he who came to check that Celeste was fully cleansed, that there was no darkness inside of her. "She's clean," he declared, emerging from the room. "I cast a ruin for the infection, hopefully her fever will break and go down." That was the best news Raphael had received all week. He stayed by Lilim's side mostly after that, waiting for her to wake up. Celeste was still bound, but at least she was in a real bed and clean, her bandages changed and provided clothing, one of Kitra's nightgowns. She seemed more comfortable too and would hopefully be up and walking around before Kitra came to.
"Alright, alright, hold your horses." Raphael carried Lilim to Kitra's room, opening up the door. Her fan club had left little offerings outside that Raphael largely ignored. They had built a mini alter for their Queen too, right outside of the spot Satan had bashed her half to death. "Celeste, you have a visitor," Celeste was sleeping, which wasn't unusual, she had been floating in and out of consciousness for a few days now.