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dreamcrystals2022-10-19 10:17 pm
angelbirth) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-10-19 10:17 pm
Entry tags:
😾Dream Recording😾
Sender: Satan
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Discusses the birth of Satan.
Despite being regarded as the most beloved Angel in all the Celestial Realm, Lucifer's sour face doesn't seem to fit with such a title. Bubbling below the surface is a quiet rage that's just barely contained. He'd come to this room for some quiet, hoping to hide within its plain white walls, a room devoid of any any furniture.
Just for a moment. He needs just a moment to bury the anger deep down inside himself.
He doesn't get the moment.
The door opens and an angel steps into the room. The mask they are wearing might be comical, but Lucifer pays it no mind. There is a sense of disconnection, as though Lucifer feels nothing but neutral toward the angel. With a small, sharp inhale, Lucifer puts on a radiant smile.
And so begins the endless parade of angels who come to him to complain.
Mammon isn't doing his job very well. Leviathan hasn't left his room in days. Asmodeus went to another party in the human world. Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all made a trip to the human world again.
The smile never leaves his face as he takes each complaint with all the grace in the world. He'll deal with it. He'll work with Mammon. He'll find a way to get Leviathan to leave his room. He'll lecture Asmodeus on the improperness of attending parties in the human world and, for good measure, he may as well loop the triplets into the lecture as well; better they hear it from him than from Michael.
His expression is positively serene, but with each complaint the anger boils even hotter inside him.
It's stifling, says the voice in his head, and Lucifer agrees. While he understands the concern Michael and his Father have, are he and his siblings not perfectly created as well? Thinking about it makes him even angrier, but the perfectly calm smile never leaves his face.
The words It's stifling paint themselves onto the brilliantly white walls, staining them, but the endless stream of angels who come to launch various complaints at him don't seem to acknowledge the words, just as Lucifer doesn't acknowledge their smiling masks.
Who are they to complain? Have they taken the time to speak with my brothers? With my sister? I was the one who recommended Mammon for the job. Of course he is capable of doing it. Leviathan would leave his room if he weren't so petrified of being thought of as useless. Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all have a perfectly healthy interest in the human world. Why is it my responsibility to correct their behavior? Are we not perfect beings?
The words write themselves on the wall in a bizarre handwriting that is equal parts elegant and messy the moment Lucifer thinks them.
The scene melts away in a flurry of white feathers. It's either another room or the walls are clean again, but Lucifer is no less angry, and the walls don't remain clean for long.
"I hate this," says Lucifer. Behind him, Satan writes on the wall, I hate this. His form isn't quite corporeal, but just like before, he's able to mark the walls in red.
"How dare he do this. How dare he threaten..."
Satan writes the words on the wall just as before. And, when Lucifer stops, Satan keeps going.
Lilith is my sister. She's our sister. We all love her. All of us. We are perfect beings. What she did was an act of love, not an act of rebellion. He hasn't seen true rebellion. I won't let him damn her to oblivion. I won't let him. I won't let him. I won't let him.
When Satan turns to face Lucifer, his expression is a mirror image of the wrath Lucifer is just barely able to contain.
When the scene melts away a second time, it is in a flurry of black feathers instead. Even though Lucifer had torn his six white wings off, four of them regrew, this time in black. As the scene comes into focus, Lucifer is Falling headfirst, plummeting downward. The rage he feels is absolutely unbearable, so much so that his body is no longer able a suitable host for it. Finally, Lucifer's anger is able to manifest physically, and the form it takes is Satan himself. The two of them Fall together, and for a brief moment, neither of them feel the unending torrent of rage. For a moment, they feel nothing but overwhelming sadness, because in the end, they knew it was all for nothing. They knew that in the end, Lilith would die.
They hit the ground of the Devildom hard, together, and it's so painful that Satan had quite preferred being an intangible consciousness inside of Lucifer in comparison. Despite how hard they hit the ground, they quickly sit up in unison. No longer were they supposedly perfect beings. They were demons, marked by their ram-like horns that mirrored each other. Lucifer kept the angelic form of his wings while Satan instead had a long black tail that remained coiled securely around his leg.
Lucifer takes a moment to fit the black, smiling mask the other angels were wearing on his face while, at the same time while Satan's face remains bare, unmasked and angry. They sit back to back, and Lucifer resolves to protect the rest of his family while Satan cannot even think clearly at all. The only thing he can think about or feel is the thousands of years worth of anger that Lucifer had consistently pushed down again and again until there was no room left.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Discusses the birth of Satan.
Despite being regarded as the most beloved Angel in all the Celestial Realm, Lucifer's sour face doesn't seem to fit with such a title. Bubbling below the surface is a quiet rage that's just barely contained. He'd come to this room for some quiet, hoping to hide within its plain white walls, a room devoid of any any furniture.
Just for a moment. He needs just a moment to bury the anger deep down inside himself.
He doesn't get the moment.
The door opens and an angel steps into the room. The mask they are wearing might be comical, but Lucifer pays it no mind. There is a sense of disconnection, as though Lucifer feels nothing but neutral toward the angel. With a small, sharp inhale, Lucifer puts on a radiant smile.
And so begins the endless parade of angels who come to him to complain.
Mammon isn't doing his job very well. Leviathan hasn't left his room in days. Asmodeus went to another party in the human world. Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all made a trip to the human world again.
The smile never leaves his face as he takes each complaint with all the grace in the world. He'll deal with it. He'll work with Mammon. He'll find a way to get Leviathan to leave his room. He'll lecture Asmodeus on the improperness of attending parties in the human world and, for good measure, he may as well loop the triplets into the lecture as well; better they hear it from him than from Michael.
His expression is positively serene, but with each complaint the anger boils even hotter inside him.
It's stifling, says the voice in his head, and Lucifer agrees. While he understands the concern Michael and his Father have, are he and his siblings not perfectly created as well? Thinking about it makes him even angrier, but the perfectly calm smile never leaves his face.
The words It's stifling paint themselves onto the brilliantly white walls, staining them, but the endless stream of angels who come to launch various complaints at him don't seem to acknowledge the words, just as Lucifer doesn't acknowledge their smiling masks.
Who are they to complain? Have they taken the time to speak with my brothers? With my sister? I was the one who recommended Mammon for the job. Of course he is capable of doing it. Leviathan would leave his room if he weren't so petrified of being thought of as useless. Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all have a perfectly healthy interest in the human world. Why is it my responsibility to correct their behavior? Are we not perfect beings?
The words write themselves on the wall in a bizarre handwriting that is equal parts elegant and messy the moment Lucifer thinks them.
The scene melts away in a flurry of white feathers. It's either another room or the walls are clean again, but Lucifer is no less angry, and the walls don't remain clean for long.
"I hate this," says Lucifer. Behind him, Satan writes on the wall, I hate this. His form isn't quite corporeal, but just like before, he's able to mark the walls in red.
"How dare he do this. How dare he threaten..."
Satan writes the words on the wall just as before. And, when Lucifer stops, Satan keeps going.
Lilith is my sister. She's our sister. We all love her. All of us. We are perfect beings. What she did was an act of love, not an act of rebellion. He hasn't seen true rebellion. I won't let him damn her to oblivion. I won't let him. I won't let him. I won't let him.
When Satan turns to face Lucifer, his expression is a mirror image of the wrath Lucifer is just barely able to contain.
When the scene melts away a second time, it is in a flurry of black feathers instead. Even though Lucifer had torn his six white wings off, four of them regrew, this time in black. As the scene comes into focus, Lucifer is Falling headfirst, plummeting downward. The rage he feels is absolutely unbearable, so much so that his body is no longer able a suitable host for it. Finally, Lucifer's anger is able to manifest physically, and the form it takes is Satan himself. The two of them Fall together, and for a brief moment, neither of them feel the unending torrent of rage. For a moment, they feel nothing but overwhelming sadness, because in the end, they knew it was all for nothing. They knew that in the end, Lilith would die.
They hit the ground of the Devildom hard, together, and it's so painful that Satan had quite preferred being an intangible consciousness inside of Lucifer in comparison. Despite how hard they hit the ground, they quickly sit up in unison. No longer were they supposedly perfect beings. They were demons, marked by their ram-like horns that mirrored each other. Lucifer kept the angelic form of his wings while Satan instead had a long black tail that remained coiled securely around his leg.
Lucifer takes a moment to fit the black, smiling mask the other angels were wearing on his face while, at the same time while Satan's face remains bare, unmasked and angry. They sit back to back, and Lucifer resolves to protect the rest of his family while Satan cannot even think clearly at all. The only thing he can think about or feel is the thousands of years worth of anger that Lucifer had consistently pushed down again and again until there was no room left.