Satan (fallenpride) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-01 15:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | satan, zadok |
WHO: SATAN fallenpride AND ZADOK judgementcomes
WHERE: THE NINTH CIRCLE
WHEN: FEBRUARY 2ND
WHAT: BEING SUMMONED
WARNINGS/RATING TBA - TWO EXTREME EVILS - HIGH CHANCE OF ANYTHING
STATUS: IN PROGRESS / CLOSED
Satan was not pleased. Satan was never pleased. He would smile. He would celebrate. But, Satan was never truly happy. Satan was in a particularly foul mood. Nothing was happening fast enough. Father Time was an asshole he couldn't control. His demons squabbled over rank. This served a purpose keeping them working harder to attain for his own purposes, but it wasted valuable time. He got some kicks off of watching it from afar. The demons doing his bidding was really only one of the smaller things on his mind but it did add to it. But, there was nothing but impatience in this Lord today.
He sat nearby his over mile high moving statue in his angelic form staring at Judas Iscariot, the most vile betrayer of them all's face. He found a strange delight in watching him be eternally chewed in the great maw of the devil's own likeness. He sat on the plateau of an ashy glacier that allowed his smaller form to be level with Judas smirking as he watched the back stabber with angel wings spanned wide as a show of power. The Ninth Circle was no picnic in terms of conditions and the air so dry and cold it would stop a mortal's lungs in just one breath. His wings looked frozen solid with thick icicles dripping from his glorious white feathers. The fabric of his cream coverings crackled and popped with every shift in movement as the usually loose material had solidified from the arctic air. His skin was not only pale, but it appeared deathly, like a corpse, graying from the conditions affecting him so. There was no life color to him in this form except the piercing green eyes with snowflakes speckling his lashes and the blonde hair that looked like it would have been most elegant had it not been for the frost layer making it appear stiff to the touch.
As he stared at the most grand Benedict Arnold there ever was he started to fume thinking of his own betrayers. His mind slowly went to his ever faithful servant and own creation, Zadok. He stood from his sitting position, wings still frozen and unable to fold behind his back. He stretched his arms to the dark sleeting sky and called for him. The growling scream of Zadok's name was so deep and loud it would have been heard throughout all of Hell, shaking every ring, bolge, and circle. It was so forceful even the demons on the Earth might have felt it in their bones, felt that Satan was on the move. He brought his arms back to his sides and looked right and left wondering how long it would take his loyal creation to arrive, for he had very little patience this day.