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Lazor11 — The Angel, Reunited
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Published: 2022-04-26 02:08:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 2552; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 1
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Their Friend reaches out and cups the soul with both of his paws. It looks so fragile and tiny within his hands. He is about to place the soul towards his chest when, at the last second, he appears to have a second thought. Instead, he gently places it directly above his head, in between his horns. He gives a few nudges until he is sure it is directly centered between them.
“Are you ready?”
Frisk, having no idea how to communicate without a mouth, could only try to give a mental affirmation and hope their Friend understands.
At first, there is nothing. Just the sight and sounds of the city surrounding the park, the endless voices of the crowd that is still growing around them, the occasional flash of cameras capturing the likeness of their Friend.
Then something clicks, and Frisk is caught off guard as a flood of power washes over them.
Endorphins and adrenaline flush their nonexistent nerves. They feel like a junkie in a constant state of euphoria and energy, like they could run a million miles while high and never get tired of it. Everything comes into sharp contrast, the colors rich and bright in the evening light. Smells alluring and revolting assault their nostrils from places they never knew had a scent. They can see insects amidst the flowers beneath them down to the veins in their wings, and the faces of the crowds are in perfect detail to them. They can pick out the voices even from here!
“What is happening?” “What did it do to Frisk!?” “Stay back, people. I said stay back!” “Dispatch, this is Car 83, we have a situation on hand. I swear to God, you are not going to believe this.” “Holy crud, it’s getting bigger!”
And…and they can feel everything.
The rich, wet soil that shifts underneath their feet. The slightest changes in the wind on their fur and beyond into the countryside. The roiling moisture of the clouds above them, the tiniest of trembles from the Earth beneath them. The buzz of electricity and the burning furnace that powers it a hundred miles away. The feeling of sunlight within the cores of plants. The warm, beating hearts of millions of humans and animals as they go about their lives across the city. The euphoria of magic that they could feel coming off of the millions of souls surrounding them. It’s…
It’s so beautiful.
And their Friend…
He blossoms, for a lack of a better term. His form, already over eight feet tall, quadruples in size as the power of Frisk’s soul courses through him. New sets of horns and eyes sprout from his head, the ones closest to Frisk’s soul curls around it. A halo of red light coalesces around Frisk’s soul, atop their Friend’s head.
From his sides sprouts two more arms beneath the ones he already possessed, elaborate markings visible upon the hands. from his back sprouts six beautiful wings, each twice as large as he is, all of them glittering with the rainbow light of distant stars and shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow. They give an experimental flap, sending gusts of wind that causes people below them to tumble, while those who stand gape in awe at the god that stands before them.
That is the most bewildering part for Frisk. They can feel the wings as they flex behind them, and the lower arms flinch as proprioception shocks their nerves. It’s an uncomfortable and exotic sensation; almost like flexing a sleeping limb to get rid of the pins and needles.
They make a squeezing motion with the bottom-right arm, and they watch as the furry hand follows their command instantly. The proportions feel all wrong, too hairy and too thick, yet it feels so natural.
Is this what being an angel is like?
“Yes,” said Angel replies. It takes Frisk a moment to realize he did not move his lips. His voice came from within their head. He creaks a sad smile as he caresses one of the extra arms with one he controlled. A warm sense of adoration washes over them from the emotions he projects. “For you, you will be more than just a passenger. You will become a part of me, if not in soul, then at least in body. You deserve to have some control after all that you have been put through, Frisk.”
And he can read minds!? That is awesome!
“Heh,” he chuckles, “trust me when I say that as great as this power is, all of it gets old really fast, and then you find out about the things you simply cannot do no matter how much power you put into it.”
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* THE ANGEL REUNITED ∞+ ATK ∞+ DEF
* At long last. The seven human souls have become one.
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A final form for Asriel Dreemurr created by Frisk's soul voluntarily merging with the Absolute God of Hyperdeath, an event that occurs in my fanfiction, Guardian of the Angel on AO3.
Undertale, including the base drawing for Asriel’s head, front horns, feet, lower hands, and wing structure, belongs to Toby Fox
Based on a redesign by
The stars in the wings come from "Large and small stars in harmonious coexistence" by the European Space Agency. Useable under CC BY 4.0 .
