06-19-2006, 09:04 PM
Well, see, I've been reading a lot of IN fic the last couple days, and...
When servitors look at the outsiders, they see people. Nothing more than that; merely people much like humans and demons and angels and ethereals, a sliding scale of good and evil, heaven and hell. Each unique, an individual submelody playing on and on in the larger symphony.
When superiors look at the outsides of the outsiders, they see the same thing. What they see when they look deeper, only one knows.
Gabriel, who looked, once, back when the outsiders first came, merely burns cold and fierce and utterly, utterly focused when you ask, and does not answer.
Asmodeus looked, also, and now those demons who have lost their touch are thrown into the deepest of pits next to the sobbing, mewling wreckage until they are either forever beyond sympathy for any other living thing... or rend themselves to individual scattered forces to escape. What lies in that pit knows nothing, now.
No one asks Kronos, but only because of the punishments he hands out so that he will not have to admit his ignorance, and Yves?
Yves says, 'the wise do not try to understand that which is alien even to the mind of God. No matter how normal it may seem, may be, they do not forget that it arrived there from the far side of the most unimaginable madness.'
Ja, -n
(amused at the idea of a combat monster Lilim)
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
When servitors look at the outsiders, they see people. Nothing more than that; merely people much like humans and demons and angels and ethereals, a sliding scale of good and evil, heaven and hell. Each unique, an individual submelody playing on and on in the larger symphony.
When superiors look at the outsides of the outsiders, they see the same thing. What they see when they look deeper, only one knows.
Gabriel, who looked, once, back when the outsiders first came, merely burns cold and fierce and utterly, utterly focused when you ask, and does not answer.
Asmodeus looked, also, and now those demons who have lost their touch are thrown into the deepest of pits next to the sobbing, mewling wreckage until they are either forever beyond sympathy for any other living thing... or rend themselves to individual scattered forces to escape. What lies in that pit knows nothing, now.
No one asks Kronos, but only because of the punishments he hands out so that he will not have to admit his ignorance, and Yves?
Yves says, 'the wise do not try to understand that which is alien even to the mind of God. No matter how normal it may seem, may be, they do not forget that it arrived there from the far side of the most unimaginable madness.'
Ja, -n
(amused at the idea of a combat monster Lilim)
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"