pagemistress: (dagan foster)
Fandom: Original (The Fates of Angels)
Character(s): Dagan (about Lucifer)
Words: 508

It’s impossible to “know” the Devil, he simply doesn’t exist. The devil is an entity, it isn’t corporeal or any one thing; I suppose it is more accurately described as the essence of evil. Like when people say “the devil is in the detail”, that is somewhat accurate because details are there to cause problems and chaos. This whole representation you people have of a red demon with horns, pitchfork and tail running amok in Hell? Please. There’s only one governor of the dark realms and, while he does have more than a little devil in him, he is not this cartoon caricature that you have invented. He is something much worse.

Lucifer may not bare the resemblance of any demon (unless it suits his purpose, of course) but that doesn’t make him any less terrifying. The man is beyond sociopathic; were there more like him they would need to create a more fitting term but you may thank your lucky stars that there aren’t, the term may remain simply: Lucifer.You may think that you can get to know him, he is after all very cordial; a smile here, a laugh there accompanied with comforting touches and bright, attentive eyes. But it’s all for a purpose. Lucifer never, never acts without motive, it’s carved deep in his soul (or whatever remains of it). Everything he does is to distract, to analyse, to assess…How useful might you be? Are you worth his time? Should you be allowed to leave as you came? Do you deserve a punishment for taking the liberty of merely approaching him.

I have been an acquaintance of his for many centuries but I don’t even attempt to kid myself that I have even seen the tip of the iceberg of what he is. And I don’t believe I ever want that familiarity. Every time I visit Hell, I am 98% sure that I will leave intact – mentally and physically – but that 2%...it is almost enough to paralyse me every time I descend. I don’t doubt that he knows the effect that he has but he never raises it, it is unimportant to him for now. But while I may never underestimate him, he deeply underestimates me. Because when I see that smile, I see a hunter stalking its prey, when I hear that laugh it’s like nails on a chalkboard and each touch and look burns me to the core like a brand. But I know that he isn’t aware of anything beyond the fear I have for him, he feeds off it so much that he misses the respect and disgust that is also there, the contempt and desire. The ulterior motives. Because while Lucifer is an irrefutable genius, he tends to only see what he wants to see. And if you don’t meet those standards, he will go to any lengths to make it so.

So, better the devil you know? This particular one is best left well alone, because once you “know” him, he’ll want to get to know you. Intimately.
pagemistress: (dagan foster)
Fandom: Original (The Fates of Angels)
Character(s): Dagan & Elias
Words: 755
Author's Note: Again, a random scene from later on in the story...Dagan is taking Elias to see Lucifer via a gateway in the Hollywood Cemetery in Virginia. Cemeteries are crawling with souls in limbo, one of which happens to be a close, personal friend of Dagan's. 

"They are there, but they are harmless enough."
OK, so it had been a lie. But it was hardly one of the most damning lies he had told in recent times so the guilt he felt for it was more of an afterthought. Dagan knew that Elias was going to prove very useful in the coming days and was not about to say anything to scare the boy off now. If he made it through the next few hours, he had nothing to worry about but until then he was going to tread as carefully as possible.

As they marched through the deserted cemetery, Dagan saw the way Elias was shooting glances to his left and right, hands thrust deep in his pockets. It was obvious that he still wasn't completely comfortable in his presence but apparently curiosity trumped any sense of self-preservation.

Slowing their pace, Dagan half turned to address his apprentice, "I wouldn't look for them, if I were you. They're not social creatures. They've been without contact for so long that the majority of them have become somewhat hostile."

"I think the term you actually used was 'harmless'," Elias responded accusingly, eyes still darting around while his shoulders hunched in further.

"If you don't engage them or draw attention to yourself then that will certainly be the case. Just keep your eyes on me."

Grudgingly, Elias obeyed as Dagan led them through the deserted cemetery. The surety in his steps told Elias that they were headed for somewhere in particular but nothing looked out of the ordinary as far as he could see.

Something flashed in the corner of his eye and before he could think better of it, he turned his head in the direction of the light. At first he couldn't quite pinpoint what had caught his attention but then he saw it; a darting light, similar to the reflection of a watch as it flits across a wall. Except there was nothing there for anything to reflect off of, especially as the sun wasn't even visible beneath the clouds. He approached with care, hands slipping out of his pockets as he raised them in a gesture of peace. The light stilled its frantic movements to hover in front of the gravestone but despite its sudden calmness, it was giving off an irrepressible vibe of 'under threat'.

Just as Elias came to a halt in front of it, the orb transformed with a wisp into a human figure. Or what used to be a human figure. The face was so worn and distorted, almost skeletal, that he couldn't even define whether it was a man or a woman. The remains of clothing hung in shreds across rakish limbs and hair so fine it was barely visible clung stubbornly to a flaking skull. It was the eyes that made Elias lurch backwards; glazed and sunken, barely a hint of pigment left in them, they bore through him with such desperate sadness that he felt a sudden compulsion to just break down and weep.

The figure lunged for him but he was just out of reach, wrenching his arm back for good measure. He made to turn, wanting to get back on track when another figure crowded him, then another before he found himself surrounded by the tortured apparitions. All reached out for him, their frail looking limbs holding a fierce strength he wouldn't think them capable of. The sound was deafening; a constant roar of nonsensical wails and moans. Despite the fact that he couldn't identify any words, he knew they were pleas of mercy and howls of loneliness.

A firm hand grasped him by the collar, yanking him sideways but before Elias could lash out, he realised the hand was attached to Dagan who was wearing a concerned frown. Just as he took a breath to explain himself, both of Dagan's hands came up either side of his head and connected hard enough to make him black out for a split second and stumble forward.

Above the dull thudding in his ears from the sudden violent contact, he absently noticed that the wails had vanished. Straightening up, he gave a quick look around him to see that the figures had receded back to orbs, once again left to their own personal torment. He looked back at Dagan who was giving him the most phenomenally unimpressed look yet and decided to keep any excuses to himself.

They continued walking as if nothing had happened as Elias muttered to himself, "Harmless. Right."
pagemistress: (dagan foster)
1. Which of the 7 heavenly virtues (chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness, humility) do you feel you most embody and why (if humility recall that we asked first)?

How did humility even become a virtue? I mean, really. It doesn't do to be humble but when people aren't it's considered arrogance; it's absurd. But I suppose I'm avoiding the question, aren't I? It would probably be a tie for patience and diligence. Although my patience is rapidly wearing thin, I think the several thousand years that have preceded it allow me to make it a viable choice. As for diligence, it's a quality that I have always had. You need to be meticulous in this business; the slightest misstep, the smallest overlooking of a charge's documentation and you could have a crisis on your hands. They're not as fun as they sound, trust me.

2. Do you tend to consider your words carefully, or do you just say whatever is on your mind?

Depends on the scenario or who I am speaking with. Most of the time, when I am in a conversing mood, I will speak what's on my mind. I've been around for too long to watch what I say; if they don't like it then that's their issue, not mine. Anyone that knows me has come to accept this...no doubt this is why few people engage with me. I don't tell people what they want to hear, I tell people what I think and what I know. And a lot of what I know, they won't like. Of course, when dealing with Lucifer, you must watch everything that comes out of your mouth. While he's smiling and laughing with you, he's making a mental note of everything you say and you don't want it coming back to haunt you.

3. Where would you go if you needed to feel secure, comfortable, or safe?

With a simple thought, I can travel anywhere on Earth but there are surprisingly few places that ease my mind these days. Rather than specific locations, I find a good high mountain is the best place to clear my head and sooth my tensions. Being able to rest between the vast expanse of white cloud below and blue sky above is a comforting place to be. (Despite popular beliefs, Heaven does not sit on clouds. There are no clouds to be seen, no weather at all. Also, while I'm at it, Heaven is not in the sky; it is a temporal space that has no measurable relation to Earth.)

4. How do you feel when you are in a crowd?

It's been awhile since I've been in a crowd, at least in the proper sense of the term. I'm often in the middle of hoards of people but they are completely unaware of my presence and I tend to disregard the majority of them where possible. Due to the immense area of Heaven, crowds are pretty hard to come by. I've never been one for them, anyway. If I find myself in one, I tend to slip away as soon as possible.

5. How do you feel when you are alone?

Comfortable. At ease. Some might say that I have "trust issues" but when I have someone around me, especially if it is in my personal space, I have to restrain myself from removing them somewhat forcefully. Generally, I find other people tedious and disinteresting but I have found some exceptions to the rule. It's hard to find adequate alone time in my postition, though.

pagemistress: (dagan foster)
1) If you had a weakness for one of the seven deadly sins (envy, gluttony, greed, lust, pride, sloth, wrath), which one would it be and why?

You're really asking a Guardian Angel about the seven deadly sins? How entertaining. My reputation proceeds me, I suppose. They have always seemed frivolous and dull to me but perhaps envy. But it's hardly fair to be blamed when the imbicilic herd known as humanity are given so many choices and chances and I...well. That's a different question, isn't it? And maybe you should add wrath to that answer.

2) What do you do when you are angry?

Ah, anger. Angels don't feel anger, we aren't supposed to feel anything. But I remember how it felt and, as each day passes, I feel it return more and more. I don't tend to react to it, it would be fruitless after all, but I can't say that throwing the occasional item doesn't do something for me. But the blank reactions of the others only serves to frustrate me more.

3) Do you have a secret passion? What is it? Why is it a passion? And why is it a secret?

If it's secret, what makes you think I'd share it with you? Millenia of the same thing tends to quash the passion out of anything, it becomes tedium. I suppose in an abstract sense, I have a passion for the unpredictable. It's not something that is appreciated (or common) here and we aren't exactly encouraged to cause rifts in the norm...perhaps that's where the appeal lies.

4) How do you think people see you as a person, either internally or externally?

I think people have given up trying to see me and I like it that way. I don't need their judgement at every turn, it just impedes me from my work. That, in itself, is probably an answer. They see me as an outsider, a burden, a menace. The funny thing is, they don't even know the half of it.

5) How do you see yourself?

...A shell.

From a prompt on [community profile] muse_prompts
pagemistress: (the fates of angels)
Due to the various communities I've joined on DW so far, there will undoubtedly be posts told from the perspective of my various characters and so I wanted to sum them up a bit for anyone (the icons for each charater can be found below, and yes I know I used Callisto for Erich but she's the closest thing to how I imagine him!). I will tag posts with the character's name, just to make it clear if it isn't elsewhere.



Dagan Foster: One of the central characters of the book (probably the main character if there need be one). He is a senior guardian angel, having been one of those original tasked with the job and has been in the position for several millennia. He has become utterly disenchanted with the role and wants out by any means necessary. He is hard-hearted, introverted but with a fierce passion for things he believes in.

Elias Campbell: Another central character, Elias dies in the opening chapter to become a guardian angel and apprentice to Dagan. At only 22, he is one of the younger GA's and his endless curiosity and tenacity cause a stir amidst the community. He values honesty and integrity and is a very wholesome person but his intrigue of Dagan's past and the inner workings of the GA system force him to take a big step out of his comfort zone and take some major risks.

Ravon Evermore: A very important character but one that takes awhile to appear in the text. Ravon is a 31-year-old Australian woman and former charge of Dagan's. "Former" being a somewhat inaccurate term seeing as how she gets more attention from him than any of his others. She is the only human being to be without a GA as several years ago Dagan pushed her to such limits, testing her resolve that she finally went against him and he deemed her worthy of total free-will and stopped acting as a conscience. However, that didn't work so well for her and he is soon faced directly with the consequences of his meddling. She's quick-witted, hard-working and loving but has a bone-deep anxiety that haunts her every move.

Diego Martinez: A supporting character, Diego is another GA. He immediately hits it off with Elias and shows him the ropes. He's energetic and fun-loving and also not quite dead. The council were slightly to eager in recruiting him that they didn't wait the appropriate length of time before assignment and didn't realise that he was on life support. As a result, whenever he flatlines in the hospital, he will temporarily vanish from heaven only to return several hours later when he stabilises. He doesn't like Dagan and the feeling is mutual. He is kind-hearted but internally struggles with back and forth he suffers and becomes increasingly undecided about his allegiances.

Isaac Westwood: Another supporting character, Isaac is a confederate soldier who died during the Civil War and is still currently stuck in limbo. Because of the numerous deaths at the time, there was quite a waiting list to get into heaven or hell and he suspects he fell through the net somehow. It's gone on so long that it's believed that neither side wants to admit that they missed something as serious as a human soul and just keep putting it off indefinitely. As such, he cannot leave the cubic space of his grave site and wallows in the cold and dreary existence that is limbo. He is one of the few people that Dagan can tolerate, visiting him fairly often. He is a voracious reader, a loyal companion and powerful ally but he is slowly losing the battle of will against the psychosis that limbo can provoke.

Lucifer: The prince of darkness himself is a supporting character, albeit a very important one. He has a partnership with Dagan but is rather fond of the angel, in his own way. He thoroughly enjoys his work, especially the little details that people take for granted, and is remarkably easy going and deceivingly friendly. He's certainly a charmer and it's easy to get sucked in by his voice and smiles. He's controlled, devious and enigmatic but he is also terrifying and single-minded. The potential to get back into heaven is his overwhelming goal and little will detract him from that. He won't let it.

Erich: A minor character but one that has a lot of influence on Dagan's character. They were friends back in their mortal life but Erich betrayed Dagan many times over and left his mark over the man's soul. For his sins (of which there were countless), he found himself in one of the deeper circles of hell to suffer for eternity. But his mind never strays from Dagan and he still vows to tear him apart a piece at a time. He is psychotic, chaotic and sadistic. Absolutely no redeeming features there.

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