02-21-2016, 03:55 PM
Malthael was very impressed y the amount of discipline and uniform organization of this place. Not a thing was out of place, and Malthael could see that everything here had a purpose, nothing was just for show. The medical staff were very respectful and polite, trying to chat and make the Angel feel more comfortable, but He just had nothing to say.
So silent he remained, waiting for the attendants to finish dressing his wounds. Their human diseases held no effect on Malthael. His angelic blood would burn away the evil impurities likely transmitted to him during his several run-ins with the undead hordes that prowled the land. Malthael turned his head to one of the attendants, "What can you tell me about this place?" The Aspect of Death gestured gracefully around them, signaling that he was indeed talking about the Black Order.
The man beamed out a smile before proceeding to answer the Angels query, "Those are questions that will likely be answered when you have your audience with the Commander." Malthael nodded his head, acknowledging the young human's answer. He then proceeded to inspect the medical room that he was located in, and found it filled with strange instruments and vials of different liquids. Bottles with strange names on them.
Desipramine... What in the name of the Burning Hells was that? Malthael resolved to ask someone at a later point in time. Being the former Archangel of Wisdom, he hated not knowing things. He felt bandages tightening on his waist, and Malthael stood once they were secure. This was another anomaly that Malthael could not comprehend. Omni had given him a physical body, much like the human in comparison. His black hair and teal eyes matched his robes and armor, but the Angel was nevertheless unnerved by the changes. It reminded him much of his former brother, Tyrael, when he had cast off his wings and renounced his place among the Angels of Heaven. He quickly donned his armor and his robes, pulling his hood up to hide his face. He fluttered his wings just a tad, then folded them completely on his back.
"Where do I go to address this...Commander of yours? Or will she send someone to fetch me?"
So silent he remained, waiting for the attendants to finish dressing his wounds. Their human diseases held no effect on Malthael. His angelic blood would burn away the evil impurities likely transmitted to him during his several run-ins with the undead hordes that prowled the land. Malthael turned his head to one of the attendants, "What can you tell me about this place?" The Aspect of Death gestured gracefully around them, signaling that he was indeed talking about the Black Order.
The man beamed out a smile before proceeding to answer the Angels query, "Those are questions that will likely be answered when you have your audience with the Commander." Malthael nodded his head, acknowledging the young human's answer. He then proceeded to inspect the medical room that he was located in, and found it filled with strange instruments and vials of different liquids. Bottles with strange names on them.
Desipramine... What in the name of the Burning Hells was that? Malthael resolved to ask someone at a later point in time. Being the former Archangel of Wisdom, he hated not knowing things. He felt bandages tightening on his waist, and Malthael stood once they were secure. This was another anomaly that Malthael could not comprehend. Omni had given him a physical body, much like the human in comparison. His black hair and teal eyes matched his robes and armor, but the Angel was nevertheless unnerved by the changes. It reminded him much of his former brother, Tyrael, when he had cast off his wings and renounced his place among the Angels of Heaven. He quickly donned his armor and his robes, pulling his hood up to hide his face. He fluttered his wings just a tad, then folded them completely on his back.
"Where do I go to address this...Commander of yours? Or will she send someone to fetch me?"
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables