Post by Naamah on Jul 2, 2012 22:39:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #9c5f5b, bTable][tr][cs=2] naamah. An unprecedented amount of years. angel. hizaki. | |
[rs=2] | I was made at the beginning of Creation with the rest of the Angels, yet another voice to singing the hymns of the Host; when the universe as you know it was nothing more than a speck of...how shall we say it. Light? Luminescent dust? It was but a fraction of what it is today and yet still so magnificent. But what does a human like you know of the universe. You perceive it with your senses, yes, feel the cold on your skin and smell fresh spring air and hear nature call and see a fraction of the cosmos with your eyes but an Angel, an Angel perceives Creation with their very being. And in those early days, we watched it swell and grow, a beauty that almost rivaled the Morningstar himself. My real story begins long after the Shining One was hurled into the bowels of the Pit. Perhaps we should begin with an introduction. Greetings. I am Naamah, Angel of the Lord, not some succubus or angel of sacred prostitution or whatever blashphemy your books say about me. I never tempted away Azazel, I was no mate to Samael (who was a bit of a dunce if you ask me), nor had I ever anything to do with being a queen among demons. Though I was trained a soldier, I spent much of my time as a fledgling with the Grigori, the Watchers, leaning over the edge of Heaven to peer down at the Earth below. From there I saw kingdoms rise and fall. I saw war upon war upon war. I saw God's most beloved tearing each other apart. They were more like monsters than the Light Bringer. Lucifer was beautiful, a thousand times more vibrant than Michael himself. And filled with so much love that he would rather be cast into the Pit than put such inferior creatures before our Father. And these...thing He bade us to love more than even Him. They were appalling, disgusting! They stole away my brothers and sisters. Araquiel, Amaros, Azazel, Kokakiel, Shamsiel, Shemyaza -- over two hundred of them, all Fallen into temptation. I sat there on the edges of Heaven staring down at humanity and as I grew older, my contempt for you mud monkeys grew stronger and the space between my brethren and I grew bigger. From my perch I saw many years pass. I saw the deceptions and the murders and every filthy act your pea sized brains could come up with. I saw the not-Apocalypse with its beautifully scripted ending that the Winchesters and Castiel decided to rip up and rewrite. And our Father saw my hatred. So he cast me down, bound my wings to the Earth and threw me to the fuzzy little gathering of hunters and hunters-to-be the Winchesters were orchestrating and decreed that I would remain on the Earth with the neanderthals I detested so much until I relearned how to love of all things (Father, I know how to love; I love like your Morningstar did, towards those pure of heart not the wretched creatures that walk among your Earth). |
staccato. eighteen. ten. |
