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forsythSomehow, it feels kinda weird to be having so much fun writing about things involving angels and demons and the end of the world, and I haven't even gotten to the big dramatic parts yet.
On the other hand, I think the interpretations I have in here of angels and demons and a bunch of other stuff would probably still have gotten me burned at the stake four hundred years ago, so that's all right.
This could be spoilers for a major plot point, but it happens on about page 10. So not much of a spoiler, really.
Angie took a breath, and started. "In the beginning, there was nothing..."
"Well, not exactly nothing. There was potential. But I wasn't around for this part, I'm sure you've heard some version of the story before. There's Heaven, and God, and the Angels, and the world's being built. And then some of the angels rebelled, and there was a war, and the angels who lost were thrown from Heaven and plummeted on their burning wings into the fires of Hell. That's the basic story, and it's right, to a point. History's always written by the winners, and the nuances of stuff get lost in history."
"It wasn't just a rebellion, it was more like a contract dispute, which makes it sound a lot blander than it was. Everything was new then and being done for the first time, so everybody, even immortal angels, was pretty much reacting like teenagers to their first real crush and real breakup and real successes and failures. For all the things angels Just Know, the mind of God isn't always one of them. Only two people know the whole reason for the War and the Fall, and neither's talking. I've heard it had something to do with death, but nobody knows for sure."
She paused, and looked at Eric, who hadn't said anything, but was just looking at her and nodded for her to go on. "Yes, I was one of the rebels. But it wasn't everybody rebelling out of pride, or sin, or... It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. If you ever heard Lucifer talk, he could make almost anything sound reasonable, and convince you he believed it too."
"But that's just putting the blame on someone else, and it wasn't the only reason. There were arguments over how to run the world, and free will, and even things like platyupii. It could have just stayed that way, but it didn't. Lucifer's side had been trying and trying to provoke a reaction, but Dominic attacked first. And then everything fell apart."
Her voice had changed as she told the story, not in the way she talked, but how she sounded. She still talked like regular Angie, but her voice had overtones and undertones, and the feel of lots of emotion, but emotion removed by incalculaby long times. She was still looking at Eric, who was still sitting quiet on the loveseat, just listening. She went on, and her intonation changed, more like she was reciting something from long ago, rather than just telling the story.
"And then chaos reigned in Heaven, as the angels were divided by distrust and paranoia. None of those who'd argued for another side knew who would strike next. Lucifier held aloft those who'd fallen as martyrs, and preached open rebellion and revenge. The heirarchy condemmed the rebels, and vengance for those who'd fallen. And then Heaven was split by the first War, and there was no room left save the two sides."
"I fought against people I loved, for other people I loved, because there was nothing else to do. Most of the angels fought through eyes blurred by tears, save for a few. Those few on both sides frightened us all, not simply because of their rage, but because we too could feel ourselves turning into them. And Heaven ran with the tears and the blood."
"And then the two mighties of the archangels fought on the pinnacle of the city, and Michael broke Lucifer's might upon his knee and cast him down and through the city and the firmament and the Earth to realms empty and aflame, that hadn't existed until then. The rest of the rebels quailed there, to see their leader struck down, and many were likewise cast out and through all of existence. The raging angels in their victory offered no mercy, and those that would have were overruled. And so more than half the angels were cast down."
"But not all who fell hit the ground. Perhaps because of why they'd fought, or how, but they fell apart from the others, or slowed themselves with their tattered wings, and ended up on the Earth, rather than trapped in the inferno."
On the other hand, I think the interpretations I have in here of angels and demons and a bunch of other stuff would probably still have gotten me burned at the stake four hundred years ago, so that's all right.
This could be spoilers for a major plot point, but it happens on about page 10. So not much of a spoiler, really.
Angie took a breath, and started. "In the beginning, there was nothing..."
"Well, not exactly nothing. There was potential. But I wasn't around for this part, I'm sure you've heard some version of the story before. There's Heaven, and God, and the Angels, and the world's being built. And then some of the angels rebelled, and there was a war, and the angels who lost were thrown from Heaven and plummeted on their burning wings into the fires of Hell. That's the basic story, and it's right, to a point. History's always written by the winners, and the nuances of stuff get lost in history."
"It wasn't just a rebellion, it was more like a contract dispute, which makes it sound a lot blander than it was. Everything was new then and being done for the first time, so everybody, even immortal angels, was pretty much reacting like teenagers to their first real crush and real breakup and real successes and failures. For all the things angels Just Know, the mind of God isn't always one of them. Only two people know the whole reason for the War and the Fall, and neither's talking. I've heard it had something to do with death, but nobody knows for sure."
She paused, and looked at Eric, who hadn't said anything, but was just looking at her and nodded for her to go on. "Yes, I was one of the rebels. But it wasn't everybody rebelling out of pride, or sin, or... It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. If you ever heard Lucifer talk, he could make almost anything sound reasonable, and convince you he believed it too."
"But that's just putting the blame on someone else, and it wasn't the only reason. There were arguments over how to run the world, and free will, and even things like platyupii. It could have just stayed that way, but it didn't. Lucifer's side had been trying and trying to provoke a reaction, but Dominic attacked first. And then everything fell apart."
Her voice had changed as she told the story, not in the way she talked, but how she sounded. She still talked like regular Angie, but her voice had overtones and undertones, and the feel of lots of emotion, but emotion removed by incalculaby long times. She was still looking at Eric, who was still sitting quiet on the loveseat, just listening. She went on, and her intonation changed, more like she was reciting something from long ago, rather than just telling the story.
"And then chaos reigned in Heaven, as the angels were divided by distrust and paranoia. None of those who'd argued for another side knew who would strike next. Lucifier held aloft those who'd fallen as martyrs, and preached open rebellion and revenge. The heirarchy condemmed the rebels, and vengance for those who'd fallen. And then Heaven was split by the first War, and there was no room left save the two sides."
"I fought against people I loved, for other people I loved, because there was nothing else to do. Most of the angels fought through eyes blurred by tears, save for a few. Those few on both sides frightened us all, not simply because of their rage, but because we too could feel ourselves turning into them. And Heaven ran with the tears and the blood."
"And then the two mighties of the archangels fought on the pinnacle of the city, and Michael broke Lucifer's might upon his knee and cast him down and through the city and the firmament and the Earth to realms empty and aflame, that hadn't existed until then. The rest of the rebels quailed there, to see their leader struck down, and many were likewise cast out and through all of existence. The raging angels in their victory offered no mercy, and those that would have were overruled. And so more than half the angels were cast down."
"But not all who fell hit the ground. Perhaps because of why they'd fought, or how, but they fell apart from the others, or slowed themselves with their tattered wings, and ended up on the Earth, rather than trapped in the inferno."
