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He had chosen his own fate, different from what his brothers usually did or endured. He had chosen to fall.
After he was forced to do the unspeakable and lost everything. After he betrayed his best friend, his love, his heart by following orders like the good soldier he had been. After he bathed his wings in blood of the innocent.
His voice that was never more than a whisper went mute, he did not make a sound when the angel he loved with all his heart stabbed him, beat him, screamed at him and finally took his eyesight. And he knew he deserved it, it all. He deserved to be alone until eternity, he deserved to never be loved again. He, Dumah, the thousand-eyed angel of death. The angel of the stillness of death. Angel of silence. Protector of Egypt.
What had they done to him? What had they made him do?
He stood on a rock close to the cave he was hiding in for centuries, millenia, listening to the silence of the desert. And in the wind he could still hear the one name Elijah had called him before he left him for dead.
Murderer.
Dumah, original, fallen angel character © Edie Phoenix
morphed, posed, rendered in Daz Studio 4.7 pro
postworked for color adjustment and composition in PS CS5
After he was forced to do the unspeakable and lost everything. After he betrayed his best friend, his love, his heart by following orders like the good soldier he had been. After he bathed his wings in blood of the innocent.
His voice that was never more than a whisper went mute, he did not make a sound when the angel he loved with all his heart stabbed him, beat him, screamed at him and finally took his eyesight. And he knew he deserved it, it all. He deserved to be alone until eternity, he deserved to never be loved again. He, Dumah, the thousand-eyed angel of death. The angel of the stillness of death. Angel of silence. Protector of Egypt.
What had they done to him? What had they made him do?
He stood on a rock close to the cave he was hiding in for centuries, millenia, listening to the silence of the desert. And in the wind he could still hear the one name Elijah had called him before he left him for dead.
Murderer.
Dumah, original, fallen angel character © Edie Phoenix
morphed, posed, rendered in Daz Studio 4.7 pro
postworked for color adjustment and composition in PS CS5
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Wow. I am currently writing a series around fallen angels fighting for redemptions (what fantasy/YA authors *aren't* nowadays? It's en vogue, sadly.) and I like to think I imagine creative punishments for those who disobey...
but out my god, this image is chilling. Can you imagine how it would feel? The wings...as integral and intimate to an Angel as a penis is to a cliche male's identity....stripped and wrent down to the bone. Can you image your arms or legs being nothing but pure, uncovered bone exposed to the wild mercy of the elements?
Chilling, terrifying, and heartbreaking. Congratulations.
but out my god, this image is chilling. Can you imagine how it would feel? The wings...as integral and intimate to an Angel as a penis is to a cliche male's identity....stripped and wrent down to the bone. Can you image your arms or legs being nothing but pure, uncovered bone exposed to the wild mercy of the elements?
Chilling, terrifying, and heartbreaking. Congratulations.