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The rebel angels fell, garlanded with fire. And as they descended, tumbling through the void, they were cursed as the newly blind are cursed, for just as the darkness is more terrible for those who have known the light, so the absence of grace is felt more acutely by those who once dwelt in its warmth. The angels screamed in their torment, and their burning brought brightness to the shadows for the first time. The lowest of them cowered in the depths, and there they created their own world in which to dwell. As the last angel fell, he looked to heaven and saw all that was to be denied him for eternity, and the vision was so terrible to him that it burned itself upon his eyes. And so, as the skies closed above him, it was given to him to witness the face of God disappear among gray clouds, and the beauty and sorrow of the image was imprinted forever in his memory, and upon his sight. He was cursed to walk forever as an outcast, shunned even by his own kind, for what could be more agonizing for them then to see, each time they looked in his eyes, the ghost of God flickering in the blackness of his pupils? And so alone was he that he tore himself in two, that he might have company in his long exile, and together these twin parts of the same being wandered the still-forming earth. In time, they were joined by a handful of the fallen who were weary of cowering in the bleak kingdom of their own creation. After all, what is hell but the eternal absence of God? To exist in a hellish state is to be denied forever the promise of hope, of redemption, of love. To those who have been forsaken, hell has no geography. But these angels at last grew weary of roaming throughout the desolate world without an outlet for their rage and their despair. They found a deep, dark place in which to sleep, and there they secreted themselves away and waited. And after many years, mines were dug, and tunnels lit, and the deepest and greatest of these excavations was among the bohemian silver mines at Kutna Hora, and it was called Kank. And it was said that when the mines reached its final depth, the lights carried by the miners flickered as though troubled by a breeze where no breeze could exist, and a great sighing was heard, as of souls released from their bondage. A stench of burning arose, and tunnels collapsed, trapping and killing those beneath. A storm of filth and dirt emerged, sweeping through the mine, choking and blinding all in its path. Those who survived spoke of voices in the abyss, and the beating of wings in the midst of the clouds. The storm ascended towards the main shaft, bursting forth into the night sky, and the men who saw it glimpsed a redness at its heart, as though it were all aflame. And the rebel angels toke upon themselves the appearance of men, and set about creating a kingdom that they might rule through stealth and the corrupted will of others. They were led by the twin demons, the greatest of their number, the Black Angels. The first , called Ashmael, immersed himself in the fires of battle, and whispered empty promises of glory into the ears of ambitious rulers. The other, called Immael, waged his own war upon the church and its leaders, the representatives upon the earth of the One tho had banished his brother. He gloried in fire and rape, his shadow fell upon the sacking of monasteries and the burning of chapels. Each half of his twin being bore the mark of God as white mote in his eye, Ashmael in his right eye and Immael in his left. But in his arrogance and wrath, Immael allowed himself to be glimpsed for a moment in his true, blighted form. He was confronted by a Cistercian monk named Erdric from the monastery at sedlec, and they fought above the vats of molten silver in a great foundry. At last, Immael was cast down, caught in the moment of transformation from human to Other, and he fell into the hot ore. Erdric called for the metal to be slowly cooled, and Immael was trapped in the silver, powerless to free himself from this purest of prisons. And Ashmael felt his pain, and sought to free him, but the monks hid Immael well, and kept him from those who would release him from his bonds. Yet Ashmael never stopped seeking his brother, and in time he was joined in his search by those who shared his nature, and by the men corrupted by his promises. They marked themselves so that they might be known to one another, and their mark was a grapnel, forked hook, for in the old lore this was the first weapon of the fallen angels. And they called themselves"Believers."
jjbomb added this comment 2010-06-01 18:29:00-05:00
Amazing.
aloneandlonely added this comment 2010-06-01 08:28:17-05:00
This is incredible :O I am absolutely taken aback- you have mad skills. Wonderful writing
foxyrobie1234 added this comment 2008-06-27 11:05:13-05:00
i love it!
jjbomb added this comment 2010-06-01 18:29:00-05:00
Amazing.
aloneandlonely added this comment 2010-06-01 08:28:17-05:00
This is incredible :O I am absolutely taken aback- you have mad skills. Wonderful writing
foxyrobie1234 added this comment 2008-06-27 11:05:13-05:00
i love it!