Reflections of the Past.
9 Choirs in heaven.
9 Circles in hell.
A pyramid and a pit.
Each at their centers a being of
equal and opposite power.
God in heaven had chosen three Seraphim to preside over it's throne.
Metatron the scribe, Seraphiel the Judge, And Lucifer the Light.
Each one had their roles in heaven, but each possessed a third of
the lords power.
If you don't know the story, let me sum it up for you.
Lucifer was tasked with destroying those who Seraphiel judged.
In this, Lucifer held great power, but lacked control.
He became angered when Seraphiel overtime found no use for his power.
Lucifer decided to turn his back to the judge, and laid waste
to the paradise and planet. Soon after the start of his rampage,
Lucifer lost all sense and let anger consume him. It was Seraphiel
who took action and fought with the angel, driving him down into the
mortal earth. Followers too were cast into the destroyer's prison,
To never see the light of heaven nor the peace of earth's surface again.
Centuries past and the destroyers realm soon became a prison not only for
fallen angels, but for the most foul of human spirits.
It is now that I come into the picture.
After the original fallen, other angels began to question their
place among heaven and descended into hell to seek a life anew.
They would come in small numbers, usually going to great lengths to
escape heaven's gates. Second sphere; Virtues, was my place of servitude.
I was tasked with maintaining soul technology and supplying the
correct amount of energy amongst the angels. You see, Souls were not
the second self that ascends to heaven in the afterlife as literature
depicted. Man was created to inhabit the earth, but within their mortal
shell lied an energy that grew and progressed with age. The second sphere
specialized in harnessing this power after a mortal's demise and crafting
angelic technology and sustenance for the kingdom. However, some soul's
contained energy too foul and corrupted, of which was dumped into hell
to be fed to it's denizens.
Curious to know where these 'Fel'
souls were going, I had decided to abandon my seat of power to follow
the many that had fallen into the pit. At first I was afraid; Heaven
was green and filled with golden light, Hell was simply the opposite.
A black cavern spanning miles around, lit only by the fires within the
deeper trenches and hanging ceiling. I soon found the stories of demonic
savages and hellish demons to only be slightly true. Though it lacked
order, it was shown that the more civilized Fallen were only
bent on living a life of trade and production. The inner circles held
only what I presumed true. Great demons larger than most angels; mutated
by the consumption of Fel Souls, Were only capable of the simplest of
reasonings. They served closest to the destroyer himself.
I soon was found out by one greater demon by the name of Baal.
The demon general wanted to take advantage of my knowledge of Ether,
or the cache of souls in heaven. Having been stripped of my powers upon my fall,
I could no longer tap into the Ether. Fortunately, I could design devices to
help extract pure, uncorrupted energy from the Fel Souls. You see; to become
A demon you had to partake in the devouring of the Fel souls, which contained
the sins of the mortal who it belonged to. Unfortunately too much of this
and the mutations would take over an fallen's or lower demon's body, quickly
making a monster of them. So pure souls were in high demand yet low supply.
Some souls were less 'dirty' than others, and were usually the product
of demonic influences on humanity. After agreeing to serve Baal in his
quest to give the fallen community a new life, I soon began right away.
Purification modules were only capable of filtering only traces of the Fel
Souls entering hell at first, but with years of work I had made it so most
of the energy produced was clean.
Whilst serving the Demonic General for
my place in hell, it became quite clear very quickly that I was his servant.
Dragged away repeatedly, almost daily from my work, Baal would use me as
he seen fit. Sexual and otherwise. I knew he had a pension for domination but
It had became a nuisance quickly and not only for me. After the finishing
of my project I went from looking like an average angel to a Tainted Fallen:
Which was one of the lowest stages of the Demonic Mutation. The stop of the
Purification project only increased his need for my...services. It was only
after the night he stripped me of my dignity and tore off my wings that I
could no longer bow in servitude to the lecherous demon. I soon spent
those few nights fleeing to the outer reaches of hell in search of a way to
freedom. I had betrayed heaven, and hell had no fury like a Higher Demon
Scorned, So I slipped through the cracks. Earth was my last home now, and
from there I have wandered since in search of way of life that could hold
true freedom. Angel to Demon, Demon to Exile. I am now only known as Leviat.