Age: Ancient. Some things are better left... wisely unknown.
Race: Archangel
Height: 7'8" (233 cm)
Breasts: J
Relatives
Abominations:
Linessa_Purity
Aethera_Temperance
Heavenly Companions:
Aletheia_Justice
Aiona_Fortitude
Backstory
Vasiliki, the Archangel of Prudence, was defined by her unwavering commitment to making decisions with clarity and foresight. She stood as a figure of wisdom among her peers, yet was too often overlooked by the more forceful Archangels around her.
When Aletheia and Aiona worked together to purify Linessa, Vasiliki, ever cautious, advised against it. Her concerns were dismissed, and she quietly withdrew, understanding that the outcome was beyond her control.
Eons later, when Aethera was born, Vasiliki’s sense of unease grew. Aethera's essence carried the lingering taint of Linessa's true nature, an impurity that disrupted her role as the angel of Temperance. Keeping a purified Archdemon around was one thing, but now Linessa was having offspring? Vasiliki’s quiet distress went unnoticed, leaving her to wrestle with her foresight alone.
Aletheia and Aiona dismissed her concerns once more, focused instead on their own duties.
As the years passed, Vasiliki’s uneasiness only grew. She found herself increasingly isolated, the balance she had dedicated herself to preserving now seeming fragile, threatening to unravel as her fears mounted.
Desperation began to cloud her once-clear judgment. For eons, she had been the perfect incarnation of Prudence, but what was the point if her warnings always fell on deaf ears? She felt the weight of failure pressing down on her, a failure to act decisively when it mattered most. By this point, she had grown almost silent, following her companions as a witness to the unfolding consequences of their decisions.
Holy abilities
- Prison of Reflection: Encases a target in a holy barrier, forcing reflection or offering protection while awaiting careful action.
- Sense of Danger: Heightens awareness, allowing the target to sense the presence of nearby threats.
- Shroud of Insight: Allows the angel to become intangible, move unseen, and silently perch on someone's shoulder to offer subtle guidance and wisdom.
- Angelic Teleportation: Vanishes in a flash of radiant light, reappearing wherever the angel has walked before, marking the air with a soft glow.
- Divine Arrow: Forms a glowing arrow with a gleaming holy tip, releasing it with a swift motion, striking the target with righteous precision.
- Holy Shield: Surrounds the angel or an ally with a shimmering barrier, pulsing with divine light, ready to absorb any incoming threat.
- Healing Touch: Places a hand gently on the fallen, emanating a soft light from the touch, stabilizing wounds and giving them a second chance at life.
Epilogue
The archangels had come to see Gamine after hearing of her consumption of Aethera, Linessa’s daughter. Their mission was clear: confront the demoness for what they saw as a transgression, and perhaps even convince her to cease her insatiable hunger. But they found something unexpected. Aethera had already offered herself to Gamine willingly, entranced by the power of the demoness's appetite. She had not fought, had not resisted. She had surrendered herself as a willing offering, understanding her fate with quiet acceptance.
This revelation unsettled the archangels. It was clear to the archangels that Gamine had no remorse for the holy feast she had consumed.
When she encountered Gamine, Linessa recognized in her a reflection of her own past.
Once Gamine had mastered the use of Aethera’s gift, Linessa didn’t take long to provoke an accident, her hands slipping within reach of Gamine’s hungry mouth. There was no resistance in her submission, only a quiet indulgence in her yearning to partake in the sin of gluttony. She desired to be consumed, offering her essence freely to Gamine’s insatiable hunger. As Gamine’s hunger claimed the purified archedemon, soon after, Aiona followed. The digestion was not a tragic loss, but a peaceful release. In surrender, Linessa found peace, knowing that hunger transcended all beings, divine or demonic, of those of more humble essences. Like her daughter, as a farewell gift, Linessa willingly gifted her purified essence to Gamine.
Aiona was always yielding to those around her, following Aletheia’s will without question for eons. Gamine, guided by some uncanny instinct, knew exactly how to push her buttons. With a subtle, teasing approach, the demoness wore down Aiona’s already fragile resolve. She didn’t even pull away her hands, letting herself be guided to join Linessa in a greedy gut. Aiona, ever the follower, gave in willingly, finding herself pulled into Gamine’s embrace as if it were her own deepest desire to surrender her holy essence to Gamine.
Without her loyal partner, Aletheia, the archangel of Justice, tried to stand firm, her triumphant righteousness unshaken. But without Aiona’s support, she faltered.
Justice did not prevail this time.
Gamine, once again, guided by some uncanny instinct, managed to subjugate the mighty archangel.
Alietheia was swallowed, her righteousness first by Gamine.
As Aletheia was struggling to squirm, curled up in the tight gut, Vasiliki revealed herself.
As she was rubbing Gamine’s belly, she admitted her crime and her motive.
She had long ago ceased to hope to be noticed by her peers.
Since the calamities, no archangels, no angels ever heed her warnings.
And when Gamine paid attention to her words, she switched sides without second thoughts.
She had guided Gamine to vanquish two archangels, they were pricks, but it was no less a crime.
So, once Aletheia’s holy essence mingled with Gamine’s core, Vasiliki fed herself to Gamine.
She accepted to suffer the very same fate with a final, satisfied smile, knowing that her warnings had been heard at last, and gifted her holy essence to someone she considered worthy.