Fan Fiction ❯ Tales Of Saddened Angels ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nyght Silverstream 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 133 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.24.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 133 | Status: Completed
WARNING: If you've gotten this far, I'm going to assume that you don't mind the content of my religious writing. If you DON'T, then please don't blame me for reading this.
Part 1- Lucifer's Fall
Chapter 1------
//A man shaped being stood in a crystalline light,// a soft silver glow coming from his skin, with a few glimmers of gold through-out it. His skin was as pale as the moon, like ivory, liquid ivory. His hair was a beautiful, wispy gold color, like flax, hinting at silver, falling gently to just past his proud shoulders. Two powerful white wings shot from his back, huge, yet soft, feathers covering the wings protectively. It took a moment for one to realize that the wings were not truly white, that they scintillated in a thousand iridescent colors, much like the ironically named black opal. He was clothed in a strange white material, and it was a robe, softer than anything in the universe, the multi-verse. Icy blue eyes looked out over a plane on Gaea, watching one of the newly created birds swoop, dive, twirl, and twist on the breeze just above the plane, relishing its new existence.
He was known as Lucifer, the 'morning star,' and as Lyrisal, 'greatest of all music.' Many respected him, and his word was held nearly as high as Jaeger's, and his ability to persuade was amazingly awesome, for none could hear his voice and not be swayed. His music was just as strong, and none could raise their weapon against him, for he was loved too deeply by the other angels and he was too beautiful. His final name, his greatest name, was Sternschoeneundmusiker, meaning 'the star of great beauty and greater music.' None would disagree with the truth of his three names, for the three names of angel are the truth of their soul.
He held out his hand, and a small, bright canary landed on it both timorously and curiously. Something flickered in Lucifer's eyes, something cold and cruel, something that did not belong in an angel of such beauty. He closed his fist on the small bird, then a crunch resounded in the air, the cracking of bone. Bright crimson blood dripped down his pale, closed fist, and he opened it, letting the dead bird fall to the ground. "If Jaeger is ssso all-knowing, let him know of my anger and hurt," he hissed in a beautifully heart-rending voice, and a person's could hear the anger and pain in his voice and be swayed by it to his side, for he was Lucifer. There was maliciousness in that voice as well, yet it sounded like it belonged, not like a discordant note, like so many other voices who tried to hold the emotion.
Lucifer was, much because of all the praise he received, as close to being spoiled as an angel could get. He had known Jaeger before he was supreme ruler of Ralmuci(1), before his names were Jaeger, Matus, and Lanetee. Then he was a simple angel, not very noticed, and a close friend of the always popular Lucifer. Indeed, many knew that they were Spirit Mates, destined by Fate (whom none controlled, at least not anyone known of) to remain together for eternity. Then, things were not complicated and the dividing powers of jealousy were nothing. Now it was very different.
The names of angels, always at least three, were very powerful. They were the true aspects of the angel, their greatest qualities, how they were known, their talents. They invariably kept the same three names, yet on some rare occasions those names would change. Jaeger was a prime example.
Angel's named things in Ai, or the 'ethereal tongue.' Then there was the middle language of the dominant species of Gaea, man, the common tongue of translation of things between beings. And there was the final language, the one that came before the middle language, that helped form it, that was so awfully sinful that few dared speak it, though many knew it. Nearly a third of the angels, to be exact.
It was called Hentai-- the 'hellish tongue.' It had introduced the hissing letters 'S' and 'Z' to the middle tongue, as well as the harshness of rough sounds, of evil and wrongdoing. None used it, not unless they felt they had every right to, didn't care that others could hear them.
There was a soft gentle sound as an angel landed by Lucifer. The new companion had stunning, blood-red hair that fell only to his eyes, often falling in front of them, the burnished twany color of his eyes blazing brightly in frustration. Lucifer turned to greet his new companion. Two proud, gloriously soft wings of midnight crimson were tense and arched above the newcomer proudly.
"Nilai, lantia han, Raphan, Lorei, Einkenntise(2)," Lucifer said in his vivid voice, welcoming the friend warmly. Or as warmly as Lucifer got with anyone who was not his once-love. The other angel, Raphan, nodded in return.
Before Jaeger's rise to power, the two had rarely agreed on anything. Yet now they were fast friends, relying on each other as much as their angelic pride would let them, never more and never less. Raphan was the closest angel to Lucifer after Jaeger, and Lucifer hoped that it would always remain that way, despite a few wild rumors that said otherwise.
"Nilai, lantia han," Raphan replied at last, his voice the fluttering of wings, the power of rushing wind, the scholarly knowledge of book-keeper. There was a tenseness there, as if the words were uncomfortable coming from him, like they bit his tongue and burned it. His startling eyes took in everything around him, scanning for any sign of danger. Of all the angels, Raphan was one of the most reluctant to visit Gaea, as if he had a deep fear of the place.
"Why have you come?" Lucifer questioned after a few moments had passed in silence. He knew that Raphan would never come after him to Gaea just because; his friend disliked the place rather much-- rather too much, if Lucifer voiced his opinion. His stone-like eyes of black opal had returned back to the vast plane, paying no mind to the way Raphan was acting.
Suddenly, the other angel stilled, gaining complete control of his twitching, not moving a single muscle. His eyes stopped their constant roving, and instantly it was easy to see the person underneath the nervousness of being so far away from his abode was quite powerful normally. Smoothly, without the slightest hint of emotion in his voice, he said, "//Sssseliquesss ak Jaeger hafssss dukssss(3)//." The words flowed off of his tongue, sounding like the buzzing of a thousand flies, resembling his name in the tongue of Hentai, //Beelzebub//(4). That voice could send shivers of evil and sin down a person's back, the dread flowing into their veins, yet lyrically remained musical and exquisite. Sinfully delightful.
For a single moment, Lucifer simply continued to look across the vast plane, saying nothing to his companion, his accomplice.
Then he said, his voice sliding and hissing from one word to the next much like the serpent he adored so much, yet staying musically enchanting, "//Tatk sssssassssf leat. Isssht duk lassstassss . . .(5)"//
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(1)- Heaven or Paradise. Really pretty place to go, I bet.
(2)-Hello, good greet, 'one who flies', 'one of proud wings', 'one of great knowledge'. Pretty long title, yeah? I figure it fits for who he becomes!
(3)-Jaeger has discovered your resistance. Hmm.... Guess I don't waste too much time, eh?
(4)- 'Lord of Flies' Yay! Enter one of my favorite demons!
(5)- 'Gather those of our allegiance. Prepare for battle.' So the chapter ends....
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Hope you enjoyed. I know I'm going at a steady clip, but I did say that it would be a rather quick part. Review or post, please! Comments will be addressed in the next information sheet.
~~~~~~Nyght
Copyright (c) by Nyght 2003. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without written consent of author is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.
Part 1- Lucifer's Fall
Chapter 1------
//A man shaped being stood in a crystalline light,// a soft silver glow coming from his skin, with a few glimmers of gold through-out it. His skin was as pale as the moon, like ivory, liquid ivory. His hair was a beautiful, wispy gold color, like flax, hinting at silver, falling gently to just past his proud shoulders. Two powerful white wings shot from his back, huge, yet soft, feathers covering the wings protectively. It took a moment for one to realize that the wings were not truly white, that they scintillated in a thousand iridescent colors, much like the ironically named black opal. He was clothed in a strange white material, and it was a robe, softer than anything in the universe, the multi-verse. Icy blue eyes looked out over a plane on Gaea, watching one of the newly created birds swoop, dive, twirl, and twist on the breeze just above the plane, relishing its new existence.
He was known as Lucifer, the 'morning star,' and as Lyrisal, 'greatest of all music.' Many respected him, and his word was held nearly as high as Jaeger's, and his ability to persuade was amazingly awesome, for none could hear his voice and not be swayed. His music was just as strong, and none could raise their weapon against him, for he was loved too deeply by the other angels and he was too beautiful. His final name, his greatest name, was Sternschoeneundmusiker, meaning 'the star of great beauty and greater music.' None would disagree with the truth of his three names, for the three names of angel are the truth of their soul.
He held out his hand, and a small, bright canary landed on it both timorously and curiously. Something flickered in Lucifer's eyes, something cold and cruel, something that did not belong in an angel of such beauty. He closed his fist on the small bird, then a crunch resounded in the air, the cracking of bone. Bright crimson blood dripped down his pale, closed fist, and he opened it, letting the dead bird fall to the ground. "If Jaeger is ssso all-knowing, let him know of my anger and hurt," he hissed in a beautifully heart-rending voice, and a person's could hear the anger and pain in his voice and be swayed by it to his side, for he was Lucifer. There was maliciousness in that voice as well, yet it sounded like it belonged, not like a discordant note, like so many other voices who tried to hold the emotion.
Lucifer was, much because of all the praise he received, as close to being spoiled as an angel could get. He had known Jaeger before he was supreme ruler of Ralmuci(1), before his names were Jaeger, Matus, and Lanetee. Then he was a simple angel, not very noticed, and a close friend of the always popular Lucifer. Indeed, many knew that they were Spirit Mates, destined by Fate (whom none controlled, at least not anyone known of) to remain together for eternity. Then, things were not complicated and the dividing powers of jealousy were nothing. Now it was very different.
The names of angels, always at least three, were very powerful. They were the true aspects of the angel, their greatest qualities, how they were known, their talents. They invariably kept the same three names, yet on some rare occasions those names would change. Jaeger was a prime example.
Angel's named things in Ai, or the 'ethereal tongue.' Then there was the middle language of the dominant species of Gaea, man, the common tongue of translation of things between beings. And there was the final language, the one that came before the middle language, that helped form it, that was so awfully sinful that few dared speak it, though many knew it. Nearly a third of the angels, to be exact.
It was called Hentai-- the 'hellish tongue.' It had introduced the hissing letters 'S' and 'Z' to the middle tongue, as well as the harshness of rough sounds, of evil and wrongdoing. None used it, not unless they felt they had every right to, didn't care that others could hear them.
There was a soft gentle sound as an angel landed by Lucifer. The new companion had stunning, blood-red hair that fell only to his eyes, often falling in front of them, the burnished twany color of his eyes blazing brightly in frustration. Lucifer turned to greet his new companion. Two proud, gloriously soft wings of midnight crimson were tense and arched above the newcomer proudly.
"Nilai, lantia han, Raphan, Lorei, Einkenntise(2)," Lucifer said in his vivid voice, welcoming the friend warmly. Or as warmly as Lucifer got with anyone who was not his once-love. The other angel, Raphan, nodded in return.
Before Jaeger's rise to power, the two had rarely agreed on anything. Yet now they were fast friends, relying on each other as much as their angelic pride would let them, never more and never less. Raphan was the closest angel to Lucifer after Jaeger, and Lucifer hoped that it would always remain that way, despite a few wild rumors that said otherwise.
"Nilai, lantia han," Raphan replied at last, his voice the fluttering of wings, the power of rushing wind, the scholarly knowledge of book-keeper. There was a tenseness there, as if the words were uncomfortable coming from him, like they bit his tongue and burned it. His startling eyes took in everything around him, scanning for any sign of danger. Of all the angels, Raphan was one of the most reluctant to visit Gaea, as if he had a deep fear of the place.
"Why have you come?" Lucifer questioned after a few moments had passed in silence. He knew that Raphan would never come after him to Gaea just because; his friend disliked the place rather much-- rather too much, if Lucifer voiced his opinion. His stone-like eyes of black opal had returned back to the vast plane, paying no mind to the way Raphan was acting.
Suddenly, the other angel stilled, gaining complete control of his twitching, not moving a single muscle. His eyes stopped their constant roving, and instantly it was easy to see the person underneath the nervousness of being so far away from his abode was quite powerful normally. Smoothly, without the slightest hint of emotion in his voice, he said, "//Sssseliquesss ak Jaeger hafssss dukssss(3)//." The words flowed off of his tongue, sounding like the buzzing of a thousand flies, resembling his name in the tongue of Hentai, //Beelzebub//(4). That voice could send shivers of evil and sin down a person's back, the dread flowing into their veins, yet lyrically remained musical and exquisite. Sinfully delightful.
For a single moment, Lucifer simply continued to look across the vast plane, saying nothing to his companion, his accomplice.
Then he said, his voice sliding and hissing from one word to the next much like the serpent he adored so much, yet staying musically enchanting, "//Tatk sssssassssf leat. Isssht duk lassstassss . . .(5)"//
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(1)- Heaven or Paradise. Really pretty place to go, I bet.
(2)-Hello, good greet, 'one who flies', 'one of proud wings', 'one of great knowledge'. Pretty long title, yeah? I figure it fits for who he becomes!
(3)-Jaeger has discovered your resistance. Hmm.... Guess I don't waste too much time, eh?
(4)- 'Lord of Flies' Yay! Enter one of my favorite demons!
(5)- 'Gather those of our allegiance. Prepare for battle.' So the chapter ends....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hope you enjoyed. I know I'm going at a steady clip, but I did say that it would be a rather quick part. Review or post, please! Comments will be addressed in the next information sheet.
~~~~~~Nyght
Copyright (c) by Nyght 2003. Distribution of any kind, in whole or in part, without written consent of author is unlawful and in direct violation of copyright laws.