Abel - Blog Posts
Here’s a page of my sketchbook! We have Beck, Mara, Zed and Abel from tron uprising in my style. I’m especially happy with beck because he’s so hard to draw and I actually like how I did on this one. :D
Personal take on SCP-076-2
Just some dsaf doodles before bed
coughs that blackjack one's old as hell-
I Would've had more but like- I Would've only drawn Phoneys so I just- I Just got one from my other sketchbook and said 'hey sure i like this one, why the hell not-'
BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 12 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1423782603-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-12?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...
BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 11 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1275275348-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-11?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=Nh9%2F%2FuYJAWq7R1sRrTaUNFDZvG3qa4ckFsT4DYwDV3encgAH1z6BM%2BBD%2FQ25PIbNA%2BsfvAOtzgLQzu77RRvTkxVGUSgNd7U4tqSCVO2OFRHfqM%2F5Ewn2HSqypHa9Ge16 This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...
BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 10 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1237106370-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-10?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=6RAl1AbzElUrleT%2F%2Bo2xNR4Akbpf%2F1SxiiFoJbU8xEsJa8LXXI4FPg4pyYAGMZwxWvno8G8gM6XZj4%2FUBKL1XHym21kmGlJcD2qanMLdYJ97BHQd1Gk2aZB%2Byhqw5TeU This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...
BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 09 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1220029229-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-09?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=GantqLkPjddtcuOIXxbEASmizRCo2HYhv7jMbTdR%2BwL0WfLBXkMpqaP%2FltgevxrTL1TNicRn7rFv9VLxVLVmit0SJKWZRrFXvZ5t2qrwRS6dXCh9l3tjW8qiu5WO1gwf This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...
BATIM - Fallen Angel - Chapter 06 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1109458804-batim-fallen-angel-chapter-06?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=pobEzU1rJl4cCGS%2BJlilXL17%2FJilb1YEyqzbt8R9oyYtSaUyNFtemDTPkbvPwaQ6A9AGPJ2tTVJPQM6PCsgahp0%2FyQuznBGdhUodXsvWk2mSPGNdG%2F0MlZhlZIPicOC6 This the story about Henry Stein has becoming Toon Angel... (I made the cover 😁) Stories idea was made By PinkFluffyUniMegy... She let me used her story to continuo and changed some of it. Henry Stein was about to borrow some ink from Joey, but he accidentally end up in a Toon World! Where his life will change... Will Joey bring him back, or will he stay in the Toon World forever? Not to mention his certain demon is takes interest in him and who know what he'll do with him...
A waste, became her most immediate thought. The more demons already among them, the less she would need to conjure for herself in time. From the moment Abel had first called to release his familiar, it had pulled idly at the hands of time and ideally, morphed itself into a small piece of a rather complicated puzzle she intended to pull together. That one of her brethren had called a blade against them well before she could hand over purpose was almost absurd to her. It meant they were looking far before Pythia had allowed herself known to Rome. “Do you know which Seraphim? What their vessel looked like?” I was a long shot, finding out who would strike against one of their demons while the city ran rampant with those far more capable.
“A seraph blade can revert any creature to it’s simplest form.” It was the slightest explanation for what she now knew had happened. Whether he understood it or not - the fate of his familiar was not merely by chance. “Without tossing him back into the inferno, there is little more you can do to revert him to a demon state.” She states, rather coldly, though she finds no real reason to sugar coat the truth for him. “The magic and power that turned him in the first place has been bled back into the inferno itself, or - remains trapped within the blade and there is nothing that can be done.” The corner of her lip twitches, head canting far enough to the side to cast dark tresses beyond her shoulder, “However, there are other avenues, if one is so willing.”
fxllenpythia:
As her name flit through the mind of another, Pythia cracked out the ache in her neck with a rather jarring twist of her jaw. All in a days work, she supposed as the pull towards the other became something ethereal. A plea more than anything, as were all those seeking her out so reverently. Nobody chose to walk the path towards her without wanting something dire - power, revenge; death. It bled from their every whim and just as she’d expected, the air was so thick with it, she could taste the sweetness in the air. “Then you’ve been missing out for your entire life, Abel.” Ire doesn’t beseech her in being summoned this time, there are some who call to her who are hardly worth the price of their own soul, and yet - she knows that this one will cater to the necronomicon and herself in time. Laughter splits concerning lips and Pythia presses her shoulders into the wall she rests upon, drawing herself to full height as she picks at dust within the air, “I’d argue that you’ve needed my help for a very long time, yet you’ve never quite made it this far before, have you?” Always toeing the line so readily blurred by those of his kind. The destruction so often molded from the skeletal foundations of blood magic only satisfied by those who could talk their way out of it’s damnation. Confident steps drew her closer until she could draw the chair out opposite him, plopping herself into it like a child as she lent forward and placed her chin in her hands, the sickly scent of his blood permeating satisfaction within her. “Tell me everything and don’t leave out a single detail,” she paused, hues narrowing for a moment before a saccharine grin split her features, “I’ll know if you do.”
Silas had imbued this innate understanding of blood magic into Abel, for him it was a taboo that was only called upon when absolutely necessary. He’d tinkered with it before, felt the dangers that lurked in the rare times he’d practiced it; an unyielding itch. When he’d first released Cain from the Inferno after he’d been banished he’d had to call upon to release him; Abel wondered now if the Pythia could recall that or if so many called upon her that they were bound to drown out the incessant pull to her power. What was once a well documented taboo had spiraled into power that many were blinded by, entrenched with this desire for infamy. He’d felt it’s pull the moment he utilized it to free Cain from Lucifer’s clutches, it was akin to a breath of fresh air, all the tension within shoulders released as he fueled the Pythia once more. Abel had abandoned the practice in his adolescence, though Cain whispered of the desire for them to obtain more power, Abel would never surrender to the thought of supplying the Pythia; yet here he was now, within their presence, begging for help.
“My familiar… he was turned human.” There was hardly much to tell, from Abel’s perspective, the experience was Cain’s outright. Abel’s gaze bore into the floorboards but he dared to look up at the Pythia, a greater demon, “A seraphim had managed to make it into our coven,” with half of their coven sequestered out of Rome, they were weakened and he was certain that was to blame for it’s ability to enter their home. “I don’t know what happened between them, but when I stumbled upon him he was a clean slate; human.” Cain had begged Abel to reverse it however possible and here he was, putting himself at the mercy of the Pythia, “Is there anything that can be done? Anything you can do?” The Pythia projected solutions onto people, though they meddled, they were never the executioner. If she could, however, allow him the power to reverse what Cain had endured, Abel would do it if it brought peace for Cain once more.
As her name flit through the mind of another, Pythia cracked out the ache in her neck with a rather jarring twist of her jaw. All in a days work, she supposed as the pull towards the other became something ethereal. A plea more than anything, as were all those seeking her out so reverently. Nobody chose to walk the path towards her without wanting something dire - power, revenge; death. It bled from their every whim and just as she’d expected, the air was so thick with it, she could taste the sweetness in the air. “Then you’ve been missing out for your entire life, Abel.” Ire doesn’t beseech her in being summoned this time, there are some who call to her who are hardly worth the price of their own soul, and yet - she knows that this one will cater to the necronomicon and herself in time. Laughter splits concerning lips and Pythia presses her shoulders into the wall she rests upon, drawing herself to full height as she picks at dust within the air, “I’d argue that you’ve needed my help for a very long time, yet you’ve never quite made it this far before, have you?” Always toeing the line so readily blurred by those of his kind. The destruction so often molded from the skeletal foundations of blood magic only satisfied by those who could talk their way out of it’s damnation. Confident steps drew her closer until she could draw the chair out opposite him, plopping herself into it like a child as she lent forward and placed her chin in her hands, the sickly scent of his blood permeating satisfaction within her. “Tell me everything and don’t leave out a single detail,” she paused, hues narrowing for a moment before a saccharine grin split her features, “I’ll know if you do.”
a gift for @fxllenpythia,
Abel’s relationship with the Pythia was complicated. He’d offered sustenance for the magic that kept them present in this realm a myriad of times in his adolescence, bad decisions spurred on by a mentor who was drunk off of the potent blood magic that the Pythia had devised. He hadn’t touched it since his last Sovereign had been taken out and it had taken a lot out of Abel to have tapped into such channel again to save Cain form the pits of the Inferno after he’d been banished on Halloween. The guilt feasted upon him with ease, this pitfall effect that opened doors that had once been brandished shut. Blood magic had this innate pull and ever since the seraphim had transformed his familiar into a human, Abel had already been attempting to delve into such magic again; a dark path that he only hoped would salvage Cain. Some believed becoming human would be a blessing but Cain had been a demon so long he figured Cain would not vie to be bound to such a mundane life once more.
A summoning of the Pythia was easy, light work considering all that Silas, his former sovereign and pseudo-parent had taught him. The Pythia used such potent magic to amplify their presence on this mortal plane but like any demon, he could note the ways they leeched off of emotion and need, too. “I’ve been avoiding this my entire life.” It’s started off the moment the summoning proves successful, Abel drumming his fingers on the table he sat in front of, a cloth now covering his bloodied hand. “But I think I might actually need your help for once.”