Belial the Mad Hatter (worthlessone) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-04-20 01:13:00 |
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Current mood: | relaxed |
Entry tags: | belial the mad hatter, nyssa damaskinos, open |
WHO: Belial and Open!
WHERE: A park
WHEN: Now
RATING: TBD? Was Satan ever kid-friendly?
STATUS: In Progress
In the past, when YHWH was displeased with humans, clouds covered the sky and for moonless nights, it rained and rained to wash away the evils that walked on Earth. During those times, when God was a simple fact and not a product of collective imagination, there were plagues, salt pillars, floods and showers of fire at every turn. Belial was ‘younger’ back then, the brand of the fallen was fresh on hir outer thigh. With detached amusement, sie saw the fruits of hir labors, the ones who had called out hir name over and over again as they spiraled down further into vice judged and executed by God’s angels. That was the doom of the sinners, according to divine laws, the fate of those who dared to trespass boundaries laid down by God. And the angel of sin, Satan Belial, was condemned to live in a world in which those catastrophes were the milder graces.
A little bit of bad weather would not faze someone who had endured every single of the divine temper tantrums in mankind history!
Cloaked with the shadows of the dark park, the demon was sprawled on a white stone bench, dressed with a purple fabric with white stripes. It was a complicated cut, filled with glitter and frills around the sleeves. The matching top hat was on the floor, next to the closed umbrella. The tips of hir fingernails traced on them lazily as sie stared at the sunless sky. It had been night for a day and this was neither God’s doing nor celestial intervention. Sie would recognize the signs and the aura. No, hmmmm, Mad Hatter thought, opening hir mouth wide, tasting the flavor of the water, pondering. It was nothing alike Gabriel’s purifying scent.
Ruby lips curled into a knowing smirk. Definitely not angelic. Shutting down hir eyes, Belial tucked a wet strand of red hair. Hir clothes were dampened too, but, mysteriously, the harlequin face paint remained untouched. The soaked clothing tightened against hir body, revealing its flat chest and ambiguously shaped frame exposed under the dim lamppost light.
One has to wonder…
Sie had not paid attention to the whereabouts of Assiah for the last… thousand or so and that was regrettable. But there was a war against Heaven sie had to plan and a Hell to keep in one piece until Lucifer returned, the affairs of mortals were amusing but ultimately distracting. Lesser demons took care of them and would have continued to be like this until the war against the Children of Heaven ended and the Dark Emperor had finally come to see his faithful butterfly and they had left Tokyo, disappearing from the realm…
Except Lucifer did not arrive with hir; although Mad Hatter paid no heed to his absence. After waiting for long eons to serve his inert corpse, sie had grown used to adapt without getting his clear commands.
This is where His Majesty wants this jester to be. This is where his humble servant will wait for him. Hell will soon follow us.