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Post by William Meeran on Oct 29, 2008 23:25:01 GMT -1
William hadn't the slightest clue as to finding fallen angels or even Lucifer,the devil, as he was taught, but he figured it had to be some sinful place, a dark and strange place. He headed down deep into the city and found the strangeste place he ever did see.
The place was called Bound and the way people dressed to go inside, it was as if they were going into some derranged prison, with all the leather and metal and skin they showed.
If the devil and his followers, was to be somewhere, this was good place to start, at least while being invisible he may overhear something that would otherwise go unheard. He made his way inside easy as cake and looked around. His eyes wandered.
If he hadn't lost his innocence centuries ago, when he realized he was dead and could walk through walls, this scene before him most definitely would have taken it.
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Post by Azazel on Oct 30, 2008 2:22:34 GMT -1
Azazel sat at the bar, watching the humans in the club. Some humans were having a good time, finding people to buy drinks for and some even left with other humans. Others were putting out money just trying to get a girl to look at them, to no avail. It was fun to watch in the fallen angel of lust's opinion. Better than a sitcom could ever be.
He watched the people over his glass of whiskey, enjoying the burn as it went down. There were some things that made falling worth it...and whiskey was one of them. The men and women he got to lust over, and take "home" if he felt like it, was another. It was an entertaining, eclectic mix here. Where better for a fallen angel, one of lust at that, to be than in the very pit of sin and temptation?
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Post by William Meeran on Oct 31, 2008 16:49:18 GMT -1
William could not move for about a whole minute. He was so shocked and mesmerized by the scene before him. Centuries of being dead and invisible, meant yes, he'd seen things he wasn't supposed to, but this was way too much. He tried to scan the room, and he came across a face that he couldn't tell was male or female. So delightfully androgynous, he decided that he would start with this one, using his ghostly powers, well, as much as he could without being scene, he figured he ... she .... it, was a non-human.
He approached and sat in the stool next to the person, still remaining invisible. When he set the whiskey glass down, he blew a ghostly wind and knocked it over. CAusing mischief was always a better way to 'break the ice' than to actually talk, and a ghost, it was a natural trait.
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Post by Azazel on Oct 31, 2008 18:24:01 GMT -1
Azazel watched his whiskey glass tump over. Fortunately, it was empty, or else he'd have looked much more peeved than he did. As it was, he sighed and looked at the glass frustratedly. He felt the cool wind that had knocked the glass over and knew the ghost was close. After all, he was a preternatural being, not mortal at all. Being an angel, fallen or not, had it's perks. Senstivity was one of them.
"I know you're there, little ghostling," he said, getting another whiskey from the barkeep and drinking it slower, not setting it down. You didn't live as long as he did and be stupid, even if he was next to impossible to kill. He continued to watch the crowd, as if he wasn't talking to something that "wasn't even there", as many would see it to be.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 1, 2008 16:37:37 GMT -1
William was annoyed. How did people always know he was there? He would have to work on that just a bit, but then again, this ... person was a non-human, perhaps sensitives just knew that ghosts where near by, like that was their first thought if things go wrong. Instead of fear and panic. He saw that the being didn't put his new glass back down.
You're a smart one, aren't you? he let his voice carry on a ghostly wind to the whiskey-drinker's ears only. It sounded haunting and eerie, to some it would give nightmares, but to others it would just tickle and annoy, like a fly. But of course, those people had seen bigger and scarier things than an adolescent ghost.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 2, 2008 3:09:34 GMT -1
"I try to be," Azazel said in response to his question, taking another sip of his drink, still not focusing on the ghost boy so as not to appear mad to the general population- talking to someone who "wasn't there". Talking to one's self was one thing, but that...that was another story.
"Of course, several millenia of living will increase one's intelligence quite some amount," he said, turning slightly to look in the ghost's direction before looking back over the club.
"Is there something you need? I can't promise anything, but...who knows?" He took another drink and waited for an answer. Surely the ghost child wanted something. Most ghosts, in his experience, didn't speak for nothing.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 3, 2008 18:55:35 GMT -1
Information he murmured. "Lucifer or someone of equal rank and power, is up to something and its ripples are unsettling the opposition. That could mean a great deal of static for lower supernatural beings such as myself, and if too many of us grow in discomfort, we may unite and see to disable the source of said discomfort, wouldn't want that, now would we?" he replied. He was walking around the person now, flicking at the long streaked hair, curious in nature, though he had to admit, part of him was doing it to be annoying and let the person know exactly where he was in the room.
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Post by Azazel on Nov 4, 2008 23:58:17 GMT -1
Azazel nodded at the boy's request for information. Of course, Azazel didn't have to give it, but what would it hurt, really?
"Lucifer's not up to anything, as of yet. But Satan is back, and he is determined to take back power of Hell, his power as King. And well, us Fallen aren't all that excited about such a proposition," Azazel said, taking another drink, still appearing like he wasn't speaking to anyone who was invisible to the usual eye.
"And as of yet, no distinct plans to thwart him have been made. And even if there had been, I couldn't tell you such a thing. Who knows who you report back to, little ghostling?" he said, smiling teasingly.
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Post by William Meeran on Nov 5, 2008 21:13:13 GMT -1
William was silent for a moment, listening to the sounds of the club. So Lucifer and Satan were two different people? That was news to him, but that wasn't important. He had to convince this ... person, that he was a solo artist, not really allying himself to the dark or the light. If he did that, then maybe he would be trusted enough to fall into the inner circle of Lucifer and maybe even Satan and then he could get some premium information. Autumn would have a hell of a time paying him back, should he ever call her on it.
I answer to no one. My concern for this disturbance, is purely selfish. Better that is clear now the cold wind replied, Do you know where I can find this Lucifer, or Satan? he asked further, it was a long shot, but it didn't hurt to ask directly, besides, whether or not the fallen before him knew would reveal his rank, and if he was in the inner circle to have the ear of one or the other, or if he, he was beginning to think this person was a he, was so insignificantly low on the totem pole of powr that he knew virtually nothing, other than obvious news that would be circulating the fallen angel community. Satan coming back would count as obvious, wouldn't it?
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Post by Azazel on Nov 5, 2008 22:32:31 GMT -1
"Hmm...selfish, huh? Somehow I think not. You're from a time period where selfishness was frowned upon...roughly Civil War, I'd guess. I doubt your motives are seriously selfish. As to where Lucifer is, well, I don't so easily disclose the location of my Prince. If you wants to see you, he'll find you. Satan on the other hand, is most likely in -his-", Azazel said the word 'his' with a sense of disgust, "throne room, trying to convince some other Fallen that life will go on as usual under his rule."
Azazel laughed derisively at the very idea that life could remain the same when Lucifer was only second to Satan, when the Fallen were just some more flunkies, albeit good looking, high ranking flunkies, in Satan's mind. Life would remain the same, now if that wasn't the biggest lie he'd heard in a while he didn't know what was.
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