Everyone knows the story of Lucifer and his war on Heaven. Most do not know of any other part in the conflict. This is mine.
I was once an Angel, in the Heavenly Host. I was content as only an angel can be in the service of Our Father. It was a place of perfect love and perfect peace. I served with praises and worship, and adored my Creator with all my being. I had a Name and a Purpose and like all the others, I loved and admired the Word, and the Morning Star. Existing in perfection for untold ages.
Then, the whispers started. The Morning Star, most favored amongst the Heavenly Host, was in conflict with Our Father. For the first time, I experienced fear. I had watched Our Father’s Great work of Creation. It angered the Morning Star. It caused a War. I had never known of such a thing, and then it was destroying my home. In my fear, I tried to find a means to make peace. I was not one of the Great Archangels, but I could not stand idle and let Heaven be torn apart if I could do anything to stop it. My Father took my interference as rebellion, and when the Morning Star fell, I was cast out with him. I clung to him as we fell, and he took note of my presence.
What followed was an age of terror and torment, as I lost my Name and was bound never to speak it or even remember it. I served my new Master in any way he demanded, and my existence became one of depravity and destruction. As time passed without measure in Hell, I learned to channel my pain and my rage. I learned to hate. And I learned to twist the souls of the righteous out of a need to please my Master, and to prove that I was not weak. I became powerful amongst the realms of mortals. It became my great pride to warp the souls of the righteous. To steal the grace of men and turn them into monsters. Their greatest and most pervasive vice was their desires of the flesh and I learned to take advantage of that weakness and turn their gift for physical love into a cruel and perverse thing.
My Master was pleased and gave me a name, and a new rank of Fallen Ones, called Demons by men, was born. I was one of many pets, and we became what in time were known as succubi. We corrupted mortals through sex and violence. We found the energy created by such dark desires gave us power. We became addicted to that power and began to crave it. My addiction became my reason for existing, and I came to take pleasure and pride in being able to seduce the most righteous and faithful amongst men into creatures of sadistic madness. I had found my purpose in destroying the perfect love that had once been my whole existence, and I revelled in that, taking pleasure in violating others and desecrating my own grace with spiteful glee until I could no longer sense any grace and I was truly a creature of the madness of Hell.
Then, word of a new man, one of perfect righteousness, came to my awareness. My Master sought to corrupt Him, and it was my great pride to be commanded to join his attempt. To try to seduce the Word.
I tried.
I failed.
My new Name became known to the Hosts of Heaven. It was then that I learned a deeper truth. One who had once been my brother, an Angel of the Heavenly Hosts, was hunting me.
I first encountered him when I was whispering in the ear of a mortal of influence, turning his mind to lustful thoughts of a young virgin of good family who was promised to another. Routine activity, and not even that challenging, but it was part of my work for my Master. He wanted the soul of the man, and his reasons were his own. It was my purpose.
As I put thoughts of the girl’s value and beauty, and to what exciting and pleasurable uses such youth and vivacity could be put, I felt a presence I had not felt before. It distracted me from my task, and I felt afraid again, as I had not since the War for Heaven. I looked, and met the eyes of a warrior. He was beautiful beyond description, and I hesitated, though my Master had demanded that I seek to destroy any such beings I might encounter. They had once been my brothers, and for just a moment, I wished to be one of them again. I fled.
I returned to my Master’s side, and he knew what had happened. I was punished severely for fleeing the Angel. I was bound by a new command. My Master wished me to seek out and destroy the one who had made me fear. I encountered him many times, and though my skills in subverting mortals was unparalleled, I had little experience in doing battle. I began trying to turn him, and for some reason, he stayed his hand and turned his attentions to seeking something in me that I did not believe existed any longer. He sought my grace. I laughed at him for his conviction, and challenged him to continue trying to save me, as it amused me.
I still do not understand how it happened, but he found a pathway through my rage… beyond my hatred and madness, and I found myself coming to love him. I was torn. I was devoted to my Master, but this Angel had found the core of my being and I could not excise him. Our affair was kept secret from my Master, and from his Father…. or so we thought.
I went to the place where I had begun meeting him…. a secluded place where no living soul had ever been… and my perfidy was exposed. My Master captured my love, and tortured him. That was the last thing I saw before he cast me out, cursed to be caged within a mortal shell for eternity, to corrupt a living being into madness and self destruction only to find myself caged again, over and over. Fight though I might, it happened again and again, until I lost count and hope. My rage intensified and I began corrupting the mortals I possessed to continue my work in destroying Men for my own pleasure. I learned that I could still feed myself after a fashion, and I revelled in consuming the purity of mortals again, and in destroying the souls of the mortals, male and female, that I inhabited.
Then, I was bound to a soul I couldn’t consume. One who had her own power. She learned of my existence, and created her own means of trapping me, and I felt fear once more. She used me to shed her own mortality, and to capture the hearts and minds of those she met… and to protect them from My influence, and from my Master. She was strong, and driven to save those she met who suffered. For many mortal years I watched as she drifted from one place to another, ministering to those in need, but still using my power to influence and seduce. I didn’t understand how she could balance my dark nature with the light in her, but it fascinated me. Without noticing, I began to resist her less and less, and in time to help her avenge the wrongs done upon those she loved.
Then, through complicated devices and the urging of others, she entered a new world. She met a man who spoke to her soul. She ignored my attempts to corrupt her affection for him, and he came to care for her without my influence. That is when it happened. I saw the one I had despaired of ever finding again, and felt terror and joy in equal measure. They fell in love. I envied her that love, because I could not touch it. They shared the secrets of us with one another, and something I thought impossible happened. She allowed me to interact directly with him. I fought to keep the control that she allowed me, but he stopped me. He fed my passion, and my need for his love, and then returned me to my prison. I found myself accepting the time in bondage, for the hope of those moments of freedom in his presence.
She found a way to embrace the darkness, and learned to use it. She became a vampire, and a new world for us both opened to our knowledge. I began to think in terms of us, instead of her and me. She began building a family, and I found myself becoming attached to her dark mortals. Then, she was betrayed by the one who had embraced her and taken her into the dark. It was then that she found a reason that the one she loved above all others could not resist for him to join her there. When she truly needed him, he changed his being for her sake. Their honorable natures survived the process, but they were creatures of the darkness. She claimed all who loved him as her family and took them gladly into her heart and her family. I despaired for my love. He would never be fully himself trapped within a dark creature.
Over time, they found themselves walking a path that made no sense to me, but that I found myself enjoying from time to time. And as they walked, others came to walk with them. One of those even found me in my bondage, and released me without truly knowing my nature. I enjoyed him thoroughly, but he could not claim me. In time, however, that one came to give her a reason to embrace Me, and she in turn found a way for my love to reclaim himself. They shed their mortality, and rather than being consumed by their transformation, because of me and my love, they became what we once were, An Angel and a Demon, in love and willing to fight for their love. Joined with this once Mortal, I am free once more, and more…. I have my love at my side. For the first time in an aeon, I am looking forward, at peace with my existence, and excited to see what is to come. I am a Demon, and my name is Ellandrah.