Eisheth Zenunim | Arabella Lucia (overpowerthee) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-31 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | eisheth zenunim, samael |
Today's the day the gods walk out on me
WHO: Eisheth Zenunim & OPEN
WHEN: The afternoon of Thursday, December 30th
WHERE: St. Patrick's Cathedral
WHAT: One of the Fallen ponders her place in the House of God.
WARNINGS: None, as yet.
Eisheth Zenunim was a woman who courted betrayal. Millennia ago she had taken up blade and sided with the Morning Star against God and her own sibling-angels, and since then she hadn't ceased to turn on all who fell under her spell. She loved few and trusted even less, but it was her sisters than she considered herself to be true to. Her sisters were separate parts of herself, if she had to put it into simple thoughts. (She rarely did though. The Queens of Hell were not ones to be placed into such easy boxes.) She trusted them in a far different way to the Lord of Darkness.
Oh, Satan she loved - she she always had and always must - but she had no illusions that she truly could ever trust him. The whole point of his existence was to destroy and maim and break those around him, and Eisheth was smart enough to know she was not an exception to this. She was a possession. Satan owned her as he owned anything and everything else. She followed his every command because she knew that it was her place and should he wish to send her to the Pit to be tortured for all eternity, that too she would go along with. Never let it be said that Eisheth Zenunim didn't know her place - it was right at the feet of her Master.
But her sisters she felt would not turn on her, unless it was to save their own skin. (Or, at least, that was the only reason she would turn on them other than by Satan's command. Eisheth always assumed the minds of her sisters were alike.) But as this year turned slowly over into the next - another short year in an eternity of them - something felt like it was changing. Maybe it was less the words that had passed between them all and more of a feeling of uneasiness. But something seemed to be changing. Was it them... or was it her?
She was walking the city without direction as she thought, less so on what might happen from now and more on all that had gone before. Centuries and centuries they had all been together, at least in spirit. Yes, there had been problems - one couldn't expect to remain friendly with family for all time - but nothing that lasted for too many years.
Eisheth cast her gaze to the huge tree still standing in Rockefeller Center, barely pausing before carrying on. She was wrapped up as warmly as anyone else around her, but unlike them she burned from her own internal fire. It didn't keep her that warm though. Winter on the surface was a temperature that one never felt deep in the Pit. She missed those flames, especially in this brutal weather.
She came upon the cathedral far more quickly than she had expected and she wondered - silently and somewhat blasphemously - if she had been led there. Standing still, she felt for Satan's presence before entering but he was nowhere near. There was no one she could feel more strongly than He.
Inside tourists talked in hushed tones and pointed at the stained glass, while others sat without words in the pews, some with heads bowed in prayer. The Succubus walked slowly up the aisle, removing her gloves carefully, her eyes on the altar. In her life she had been in many churches, and she had never ceased to feel uncomfortable in them. There was a wrongness that she felt with her entire being. She knew that He didn't want her here. Not the Lord Satan, but the Other, the One Above that she had once belonged to.
She sat down silently on the front pew, hands resting in her lap as let her breathing slow down, continuing until she felt she was almost completely still, a statue like any other in the church. She wanted... something. She wouldn't let herself think on why she sat there. To do so would have been a slight against Satan. But she ached and hungered for something that was missing, even if she couldn't be sure what it was.