Before you stands Kartel, the first of the fallen angels to take the corporeal element of water. In the first war of the heavens Kartel was hurled to earth, slamming into the oceans. He found that he could barely move with his injuries. Slowly he sank, bubbles leaving his body in the hundreds of thousands. In the crushing depths he felt his features softening, his hands barely able to do more than clench at the scythe he had carried in his people's war.
At the very bottom of the ocean where even light failed to penetrate the angel finally lost all sanity and form, flattening into the earth and muddy silt he succumbed to the changes befalling his body. fluids seeped into every part of his body, replacing what was solid with gelatinous fluids the angel's energies had helped to congeal into one mass. After weeks, months? No it was probably more like years since he had fallen, he finally stirred, his 'hand' grasping that familiar scythe as he lurched forward and looked himself over.
His punishment, the pride he took in his features and one of the reasons he had fallen, was that he was stripped of all defining characteristics and left with a nearly clear body. Chilling his nerves he looked back to the light above, what could only be seen by the faintest particles miles above the surface. He launched himself for it, disobeying gravity and the crushing tides to surface, pulling his scythe with him.
When he finally breached the surface he could barely hold himself together. Slowly he drifted, ages and seasons passed, rocked by the tides and baked in the sun until finally he arrived at a shore. Here he would regain his body, here he would find a way back to the heavens to fight once more, here, in the park. x3
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