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mekachu04what most angels don't know - and every demon used to - is that there is very little visually different between the two. At least in the beginning.
Fallen angels just look like angels that got tossed though the ringer. The act of falling didn't change anything on the outside, it was just the act of the Almighty's Light being ripped out, and a dark void filling in the vacancy that was left behind. like a child being torn away from their mother for ever. the child doesn't look any different on the outside. not at first.
now - being shoved into a boiling lake of sulfur by the ones that were once their brothers - that left some damage. but that wasn't the fall. that was an act of violence committed on them after the fact. it hurt them, but the fire also mixed with that void and replaced the Light with Fire. they used it to rebuild themselves. and. lacking creativity, they rebuild themselves looking much like they'd had before.
the differences would come later. like a teenager hitting their rebellious phase; new wardrobe, offensives tattoos, piercing on every stretch of skin, painting nails and hair unnatural colours and styling it in ostentation ways. underneath they where still human, but had mad attempts to look as far form the norm as they could to remove themselves from the general population to be unrecognizable.
Crowley was not immune to this rebellion - he'd revealed in it. When he'd been thrown down, he was bitter and angry, and he reformed himself as far from his previous form as he could get - becoming a great might serpent instead of his once many limb-ed and wheeled form, his many and beautiful eyes traded for a single horrific pair that terrorized those how looked into them (and the fact he did not blink only furthered people's fear of him). his once perseverance white wings, he dyed them the deepest black, feathers so dark that even light couldn't penetrate them.
By the time humans entered the garden, he couldn't remember how to change back. he couldn't remember what he'd looked like before. all he was was the snake. and until the end of the garden, he'd been just fine with that. he had no interest in wandering around on tiny firmly human legs - what could where legs, you couldn't slip through the realms with legs.
but. then, after the tree, he watched dismayed as the two humans where turned away, felt his own battered core break to hear the almighty turn away from the two mortals. He... he hadn't meant that. Maybe that had been his goal, but he hadn't reliasied how much it wold hurt. he felt like he should gloat - he'd condemned the Almighty's little pet project to be tossed aside, just like him. Lucifer had started this whole thing because he was angry about the humans, and now they'd been doomed to be caste down to his realm, all because of Crowley.
He.. He hadn't meant that.
He tried to find them after he was sure the almighty had left, he didn't mean for this... but he couldn't find them. they where completely gone form the garden.
Had the angels destroyed them already?
He could see them on the walls, he'd had to be careful of them when in the garden, being sure to slip around without ever slithering into their direct gaze in case they figure out he was not a dumb animal like all the other creatures in the garden. they where all on alert, but still on the walls. preparing to shut down the whole project it seemed.
Expect... except the angel on the east wall wasn't looking in the garden. he was .. he was watching something *outside* the garden.
tentatively, Crowley slithers up the wall. it's suicide. but... he can't help it. why is this angel looking out into the empty? the angel has chosen a human like form, something closer to what adam and eve look like, even if parts of him don't fit still, spilling out into the material world. he's bright and loose int he air, soft around the edges, what holiness can't condense into the human form spilling out in great white feathered wings behind him. once he gets a corporation, he models it like this form here, though the wings and glow will tuck into a mortal form much better than the attempt he's holding right now.
Crowley studies the form as he climbs the wall, attempting to mimic it once he reaches the top. it's hard to pull himself into the body, legs are still so weird, but his darkness spills out like coils of red hair, and his wings stretch out like the angels, but he softens it. still black, but softer, like the angel is attempting.
"Well, that went down like a lead balloon," he tries, spotting the humans out in the empty.
huh.... how'd they get out there?
Fallen angels just look like angels that got tossed though the ringer. The act of falling didn't change anything on the outside, it was just the act of the Almighty's Light being ripped out, and a dark void filling in the vacancy that was left behind. like a child being torn away from their mother for ever. the child doesn't look any different on the outside. not at first.
now - being shoved into a boiling lake of sulfur by the ones that were once their brothers - that left some damage. but that wasn't the fall. that was an act of violence committed on them after the fact. it hurt them, but the fire also mixed with that void and replaced the Light with Fire. they used it to rebuild themselves. and. lacking creativity, they rebuild themselves looking much like they'd had before.
the differences would come later. like a teenager hitting their rebellious phase; new wardrobe, offensives tattoos, piercing on every stretch of skin, painting nails and hair unnatural colours and styling it in ostentation ways. underneath they where still human, but had mad attempts to look as far form the norm as they could to remove themselves from the general population to be unrecognizable.
Crowley was not immune to this rebellion - he'd revealed in it. When he'd been thrown down, he was bitter and angry, and he reformed himself as far from his previous form as he could get - becoming a great might serpent instead of his once many limb-ed and wheeled form, his many and beautiful eyes traded for a single horrific pair that terrorized those how looked into them (and the fact he did not blink only furthered people's fear of him). his once perseverance white wings, he dyed them the deepest black, feathers so dark that even light couldn't penetrate them.
By the time humans entered the garden, he couldn't remember how to change back. he couldn't remember what he'd looked like before. all he was was the snake. and until the end of the garden, he'd been just fine with that. he had no interest in wandering around on tiny firmly human legs - what could where legs, you couldn't slip through the realms with legs.
but. then, after the tree, he watched dismayed as the two humans where turned away, felt his own battered core break to hear the almighty turn away from the two mortals. He... he hadn't meant that. Maybe that had been his goal, but he hadn't reliasied how much it wold hurt. he felt like he should gloat - he'd condemned the Almighty's little pet project to be tossed aside, just like him. Lucifer had started this whole thing because he was angry about the humans, and now they'd been doomed to be caste down to his realm, all because of Crowley.
He.. He hadn't meant that.
He tried to find them after he was sure the almighty had left, he didn't mean for this... but he couldn't find them. they where completely gone form the garden.
Had the angels destroyed them already?
He could see them on the walls, he'd had to be careful of them when in the garden, being sure to slip around without ever slithering into their direct gaze in case they figure out he was not a dumb animal like all the other creatures in the garden. they where all on alert, but still on the walls. preparing to shut down the whole project it seemed.
Expect... except the angel on the east wall wasn't looking in the garden. he was .. he was watching something *outside* the garden.
tentatively, Crowley slithers up the wall. it's suicide. but... he can't help it. why is this angel looking out into the empty? the angel has chosen a human like form, something closer to what adam and eve look like, even if parts of him don't fit still, spilling out into the material world. he's bright and loose int he air, soft around the edges, what holiness can't condense into the human form spilling out in great white feathered wings behind him. once he gets a corporation, he models it like this form here, though the wings and glow will tuck into a mortal form much better than the attempt he's holding right now.
Crowley studies the form as he climbs the wall, attempting to mimic it once he reaches the top. it's hard to pull himself into the body, legs are still so weird, but his darkness spills out like coils of red hair, and his wings stretch out like the angels, but he softens it. still black, but softer, like the angel is attempting.
"Well, that went down like a lead balloon," he tries, spotting the humans out in the empty.
huh.... how'd they get out there?
