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Post by Cecile Iris du Ange on Jul 20, 2022 14:14:26 GMT -5
There's much to be said about being the embodiment of hubris, the avatar of grandeur, the chuunibyou of aspirations. There's much more to write home about when you were all these things in one, and dealt a poor hand of fate to be lead into a life of depravity and crime, only to seek redemption and fall short.
Cecile Iris du Ange believed herself to be a herald of the heavens, someone that had hoped to do great things. In the end, she fell far from short in her goal. Maybe in another life she could have done much better things...but she was being returned to the heavens for now. Her body had been found with several knives in her back.
For all she puffed her chest out about, toting on her great skill of healing others, she couldn't rightfully heal herself when push came to shove. The poisoned edges of those knives that broke through her defenses when she least expected it, colleagues of the past delivering the steel to her, it was as agonizing as it was swift.
When her body was discovered on the outskirts of the forest, it was picked up and delivered back to her family, her mother and half sister. Her body was laid to rest with her family and friends of the family bidding farewell to the angel for now.