10-19-2018, 03:30 PM
Patience has been the key, for without patience, it was likely that Marco opt to conclude his search after two decades. Fast-forward three more decades, and you have Marco, cogently on the meridian of his pursuit, purely because he had faith in himself, and in his employer above. Constant reverberations echoed inside of his skull, encouraging the angel to comb over everything with ever so much care, now more than ever, for the one he’d been seeking for years on end was absolutely mere centimetres out of his reach. Assuming that the lynx took action based off of his ideas’ suggestions, he’d find himself with his sibling by the end of the day. It’d take some time, perhaps a tad bit of dedication, but he’d prevail, reuniting the two following a gap of five hundred long years.
Each of the many hollow plops of water grabbed ahold of more and more of his attention. Either a lot of stuff decided to fall into the crystal clear aqua on impulse, or another being was tossing away possessions of some sort. Consequent to investigating, going against his mentality’s wishes to beat about for that specific person, Marco discovered that it was the latter.
And, the being casting the stones into motion would be of great importance, contrary to his restless thoughts’ beliefs.
A ghost, a transparent imitation of a creature whom once tasted, breathed, smelled, now only existing to linger. Many spectres had met peace against their wills due to Marco’s deeds, back in the day, prior to God enforcing the “judge-on-action, not-appearance” rule. ”It matters not holy or unholy”, the angel could recall from his boss, ”mostly everybody nowadays likes to think, which means you do not have to mindlessly slaughter phantoms or demons anymore; only those you deem worthy of it”. Fortunate for the present apparition, currently dissatisfied with his skills in vaulting pebbles, he would not experiencing a smiting today. Or at all, in that matter, for it occurred to the holy being that this may very well be his long-lost older brother, honest to goodness. Think of it- the one he had searched for was not in heaven, nor purgatory, nor hell, but Earth, however, he was not in flesh, either. That meant, he’d have to take the form of something unholy, such as a fiend, or even maybe a ghost. Another piece to this jigsaw puzzle fell into its precise position when Marco’s clairvoyance began going off the charts.
A fulfilled smile sprang on his mug, content with his discovery. Of course, there was always the possibility of this certain haunt not being his brother, yet Marco saw it as unlikely. Optimism overwhelmed his usual stance of realism, and he knew that it would eventually take a toll on him, but for now, he’d enjoy it. Proud strides carried the angel forward, looming ever so nearer to his target, until parking himself at but a metre behind the person already engaging in conversation with the ghastly fellow. Patience overruled his desire, in spite of his search finally- hopefully coming to a close.
Later, the two would speak. He was sure of that.
Each of the many hollow plops of water grabbed ahold of more and more of his attention. Either a lot of stuff decided to fall into the crystal clear aqua on impulse, or another being was tossing away possessions of some sort. Consequent to investigating, going against his mentality’s wishes to beat about for that specific person, Marco discovered that it was the latter.
And, the being casting the stones into motion would be of great importance, contrary to his restless thoughts’ beliefs.
A ghost, a transparent imitation of a creature whom once tasted, breathed, smelled, now only existing to linger. Many spectres had met peace against their wills due to Marco’s deeds, back in the day, prior to God enforcing the “judge-on-action, not-appearance” rule. ”It matters not holy or unholy”, the angel could recall from his boss, ”mostly everybody nowadays likes to think, which means you do not have to mindlessly slaughter phantoms or demons anymore; only those you deem worthy of it”. Fortunate for the present apparition, currently dissatisfied with his skills in vaulting pebbles, he would not experiencing a smiting today. Or at all, in that matter, for it occurred to the holy being that this may very well be his long-lost older brother, honest to goodness. Think of it- the one he had searched for was not in heaven, nor purgatory, nor hell, but Earth, however, he was not in flesh, either. That meant, he’d have to take the form of something unholy, such as a fiend, or even maybe a ghost. Another piece to this jigsaw puzzle fell into its precise position when Marco’s clairvoyance began going off the charts.
A fulfilled smile sprang on his mug, content with his discovery. Of course, there was always the possibility of this certain haunt not being his brother, yet Marco saw it as unlikely. Optimism overwhelmed his usual stance of realism, and he knew that it would eventually take a toll on him, but for now, he’d enjoy it. Proud strides carried the angel forward, looming ever so nearer to his target, until parking himself at but a metre behind the person already engaging in conversation with the ghastly fellow. Patience overruled his desire, in spite of his search finally- hopefully coming to a close.
Later, the two would speak. He was sure of that.