@uriel, are you Anastasia?

darking! Lord of the Shadows (i'M SO SURE YOU'RE LoS)! um. WRITING_IN_THE_DARK? probably not. …sterling?

main guesses are darkling or LoS. 

or or OR LORD ENTROPY

like i said, new installment posted later today 

==== DAY TWO: PART TWO ==== 

raphael cleared his throat awkwardly, reading from a piece of paper. 

“scuttles and fluffles, you two will join the purpose group. celine, ember, darkvine, you three will join the belonging group. this is a temporary arrangement for today. in the meantime, allow kiara, ezra, avian, and avar to show you to your rooms.” 

raphael coughed again. “scuttles, fluffles, celine, ember, darkvine — one of the servants will show you to your rooms shortly. in the meantime, please enjoy the complimentary snacks in the dining hall.” 

— timeskip, courtesy of constellation “weaver of fate” — 

— pov skip to hawkstar, courtesy of constellation “mindreader” — 

** note here — avian / avar have interconnected minds, meaning they can send messages telepathically & their thoughts are shared. they will be referred to as one. 

Hawkstar thought it was weird that Avian and Avar seemed to do everything in sync. There wasn’t a moment where the two weren’t apart — heck, they even blinked at the same time! There was something particularly odd about this place, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it. 

She walked with Wildsong and Parody, while Lore and Rin were walking a little ways behind them. Of course, walking with two people meant occasionally she had to fall behind Wildsong and Parody because of a particularly narrow corridor or a badly placed suit of armor. She hated those moments, but it was okay, because otherwise, the three of them walked together, talking about, well, life. 

“Ah. Welcome to Purpose,” the two West siblings said in sync. Hawkstar shuddered, getting the Uncanny Valley vibe from them. 

“Here is where you will stay—” 

“—while we are here.” 

“Please enjoy the rooms—” 

“—complimentary snacks will be provided—” 

“—your rooms are labeled with your name,” Avian finished. 

The two of them pushed open the double doors and walked together, their feet perfectly in sync, almost as if something was timing them. 

Hawkstar couldn’t help but be amazed at the lobby-like area. It was a circular room, with walls that stretched up, up, and away, and a dome ceiling made of glass. She… yes, she would be very comfortable here. There was air, air, sanguine air, air that filled her lungs and made her feel free. 

“Ah— Hawkstar—” 

“—you are, of course—” 

“—free to fly.” 

The two West siblings flashed her identical smiles. 

“We’ll be—” 

“—in our own room.” 

They pointed towards a gilded door with an emerald design of a hawk on it, then walked towards it. Hawkstar wasn’t paying attention to that. 

They said… they said she could fly! 

Which, of course, meant great things. Her massive wings unfurled as she jumped off the floor, catching a drift of wind that floated her up, up, until she could practically touch the glass ceiling. It was beautiful, golden marks stretching across the ceiling, the sun shining through it. If it was night-time, she could probably see the stars from here. 

Hawkstar stayed up there for a while, but eventually flew back down to explore her room. Her room was gated by an oak door, painted with a dark varnish. 

part two of this tmrw 

==== DAY TWO: PART THREE ==== 

Each room was customized to fit the needs of the soul who inhabited it. The Bloodmoon Castle had hired him to make sure of that, after all. But how could he customize rooms when he barely even knew the person? 

Michael grumbled to himself as he took another sip of his scalding coffee, staring mindlessly at the designs he had sketched for the PARADISE trip. Horrifying, horrifying, zero potential, what even is this?— His eyes fell upon a small stamp in the center of the sketch. 

Oh no. Ohhh no. This was bad. Very… very bad. 

Michael swore, slamming the desk loudly. These designs hadn’t been implemented yet— had they? 

His fingers spun over the telephone wheel, and it rang loudly throughout the room. Three times, and a cheerful voice picked up. 

“Hello, hello~ Arella speaking, how may I help you?” 

“Get Cel on the line. Now.” growled Michael, his hands clenching into fists and crumpling the papers. This could mean the end. The end of everything. 

“Celeste or Celine?” Arella hummed. 

Jesus. Her voice was annoying, to say the least. It was a sing-song careless tone of voice… exactly the type of person Michael hated. 

“Celeste.” 

“She’ll be right with you, sir!” Arella chirped. 

In a few seconds, Celeste’s voice replaced Arella’s. 

“Hello? Michael?” 

“Good morning, Celeste. Have the sketch plans been finalized and implemented?” 

“Yes, sir.”

Michael swore again, and he swore he could hear Celeste jump through the phone. He really didn’t mean to scare the poor angel, but… 

“Pull all the guests out of the rooms. This is an order—” 

A strange monotone beeping came from the other end of the phone. 

“Celeste? Hello? Pull the guests from the rooms—” 

“THE END IS COMING.” 

“Celeste. This isn’t a joke.” 

“THE END IS COMING.” 

“Celeste. This is an order.” 

“THE END IS COMING.” 

“This is an order from your superior!” 

“THE END IS COMING.” 

Michael slammed the phone back on its rack and stormed out of his office. He hurriedly put on his coat, then his hat, then grabbed his weathered suitcase. Within a couple of seconds, the door had slammed shut, and he was walking down to the Bloodmoon Mansion. 

At the same time, one singular soul felt an overwhelming urge to kill. 

i don't know how much good this will do since it barely came up when i posted the post, but top! yay! 🙂 

==== DAY THREE : PART ONE ==== 

Every soul in the building woke up to the screaming outside. It was like a child throwing a temper tantrum — except it was an adult. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T PULL THEM OUT?” 

“My apologies. We are not willing to compromise the safety of our guests on Level One.” 

“LEVEL ONE IS TAME!” 

Michael ran a hand through his hair, his eyes blistering golden, like the sun on a hot day. To any other person, it would’ve burnt them through, but he was looking at Uriel, his equal. 

“Uriel. Listen to me. I will destroy this place if you do not pull the guests out of the room.” 

“I will not allow that.” 

“I will burn it to the ground. Uriel— Uriel, the end is coming—” 

“Please leave now, Michael. You are not welcome here. Our guests will deal with whatever technical difficulties they have themselves.” 

Michael grabbed Uriel’s shoulders, blazing golden meeting calm yellow. “Uriel. Uriel, the end is coming— I got the call—” he sounded more and more panicked by the second. “Uriel. Uriel, please, I can’t let this happen—” 

Uriel looked down. “I’m sorry, Michael. I wish… I wish it could be a different way.” 

Her wings flashed out one by one, blindingly bright. She had sworn to protect these guests, this mansion. This was her home. She could not let them out on Level One — a tame level, as Michael had said, but inconspicuously dangerous. She had promised… to protect. 

“…” Michael had the slightest trace of tears in his eyes. “Is this really the path you choose?” 

Uriel lowered her head, her blonde locks falling across her shoulders. “Michael, I have sworn to protect. You of all people should know this.” 

A blazing sword of flames incarnated in her hand. “If you do not leave, I will be forced to act as security.” 

“Uriel…” Michael sighed. “Uriel, the end is coming. Don’t you think that… saving us all… is worth more than this?” He gestured towards the mansion and the figures peeping out of it. “Uriel. Please. You, me, Raphael, Gabriel — only when we come together can we stop the End—” 

“I have chosen my path, Michael, and so has Raphael. I’m sorry.” 

“Please, Uriel—” 

Uriel sighed. “Maybe in another life it would’ve been different… I’m sorry, Michael, but this is goodbye.” 

She raised her sword, and cut open a rift in the void. Michael was dragged into it, and in a few seconds, it closed. Her wings disappeared one by one, dissipating into dust, into nothingness. She sunk to the ground, her hands splayed flat against the dust. 

“Uriel!” Ezra shouted and flung open the front door, rushing to Uriel’s side. “Uriel. You know you aren’t allowed to–” 

“Now is not the time, Ezra.” 

Kiara had followed Ezra, but because her legs were much shorter, she had only reached Uriel now. She flung her arms around Uriel, crying, tears streaming down her face. She cried, because she knew how much it hurt. How much it stung. 

“I’m so sorry, Riri,” she mumbled. “I promise everything will be fine…” 

Uriel just sat there, but if you looked close enough, you could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes. 

[ooooh plot development. next chapter will be about everyone, don’t worry~ this is just to lay out the proper foundation! btw, uriel and michael have a history — iykyk. oh and btw this is literally all my interpretation of a very modernized version of these characters so um yeah!] 

hi everyone! 

PARADISE will be receiving a reboot (completely, from the start) – the plotline will be roughly the same but some characters' names will change and their personalities will be a little more… well, fleshed out. Stay tuned for more! 🙂

I will also be accepting 3-4 more applicants, if there are any!  

uriel