PHQ-Nickname:
Legion
Halfquake:
The Asylum
Level:
10
Total kills:
60,346
Birthday:
June 22nd 1984
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Description:
This is the beginning. Choices to be made. |
I was once known as a seraphin. One of the highes choir of angels. I walked among the realm known as heaven watching over the human souls that entered in the gates and the ones who walked upon the earth. Its not as flowery as its portrayed elsewhere, clouds and all. Its a fantasy given to each soul ready to enter in. Different realms of heaven where the souls enter. In a hiarchical order,The main realm where they congregate in times where messages are spread, which is hardly used. Then there is the realm of fantasy where souls live out their wildest fantasies and greatest dreams until they are content. The Realm of Engels, places for my kind to gather, where we get our information and where we travel. And finally the Meta-Realm. Where the Lord themself resides. The Untouchable realm is the last realm, rarely touched by any soul human or angel. Its where angels fall and humans return.
The humans. My jealous still seers like pain through my mind and troubled conscience. My envy of them courses through my enigmatic and spiritual body just as the soft, warm blood runs through their veins. But my rage is the strongest after seeing the hollow life many humans lead. They were given the one thing, the one gift that not one angel has had. Freewill. They were favored over us even though we came first. We watched the humans inception, screamed in an outrage, in horror when the second human was banished out of a paradice made only for them. I remember it so clearly, she took a bite out of the apple and every angel and spirtual being hit their foreheads with the palm of their hands in one big sound that must of echoed through out eternity. Which I think they dubbed that sound as 'thunder'. They had it all but threw it away with their ability which made them so special. It was so amazing. They have the gift to make mistakes and choose their own path. Sadly, we were spawned only for the function to serve. What made them special? It was God's creation modeled after himself. This is where I begun to lose all interest in watching over these beings. Where I felt an emotion only known to 'the dark ones'. Hate and compassionate rage. I only say compassionate because it was out of sheer compassion to my breathern who sought to look after these creatures in this thankless vocation which would last for an eternity that I felt what was in my heart.
What about us? What about our freewill? I kept pondering the possibilities of how I could change things without seeming too manipulative. Among the masses, the last angel who tried to change fell so hard that he was the cause for a new realm. One so dark, so meaningless, and so full of rage that eternal fires were spawned to torture the welcomed and huddled souls which were of what God called a sinful nature. I've spent time there. Its a fantasy for the sadistic pleasures of murders, rapists, pedaphiles, thieves, and ignorant fools. Its the common misconception that Hell is purely for punishment. Its where those mentioned above are rewarded in a sense for following their destructive pathes but is looked upon as an unfortunate consequence for a normal being to go through. Some souls like it, some do not. But it is all of their sins purged and spread out for them, enjoying one vice at a time. Lucifer, my old friend, he tried to change the system and fought a holy war to achieve what he wanted the most. He could of won but his heart was too corrupt. Corrupt with anger, so to lose sight of his goals. I admit I am corrupt to, but to what end? I am an artist, a corrupt artist. I create and manifest the fantasies and manage peoples lives. But to not drag the point any further along, to change the system was a fatal conclusion... |
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