Post by Tayuyaxn on Jul 23, 2012 14:50:39 GMT -5
I thought insight into Excidium's past, penned by his own hand (I wanted to try writing first-person viewpoint), would be more interesting than a regular biography when I wrote it.
So here's his short (and slightly humoristic) story of his time in Hell (with description of my idea of Hell for his story) just before he got out back on Earth through a Hell Gate.
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Journal Entry : How it was downstairs…
My name is Excidium, and it’s rather stylish; it’s Latin for ''Destruction''; and it’s not destiny, it was the name I was given when I was reborn, do not ask. I mean seriously, you do not ask why it is your new name, it’s just not done.
I’m pretty sure Beelzebub - Lord of Flies, might have protested his name and title if he could have. Or does anyone really want to be called ''Bob'', one of the general in the Legion of the Damned? It just doesn’t sound grim enough. But Bob is truly fearsome and cunning, though, so don’t mess with him, and never laugh at his name.
Mine might have had something to do with what happened when I was reborn… I’ll get back to that later.
I’m also medium-ranked demon; I’m not really sure how this hierarchy thing works, but I'm one of the ''higher tier'' demons (meaning most ressembling to my human form and having retained intelligence). I forgot how old I am, or who I was before I was a demon – but at this point it’s probably not very important. Unless one of those angelic morons, the guys and gals who reside on the ''second floor of the building’’, decides to appeal to my better nature or some shtick like that.
Because, well, you know, it’s pretty rare to be born a demon, you *become* one.
And man, would you look at all the perks! Even if the place could use some remodelling, if you know what I mean… Now, don’t get me wrong, it is okay, in its very special and peculiar style, but would YOU argue with Lucifer, the big boss, about his taste in decoration?
No, didn’t think so.
As such… Red is dominant in the color scheme, the sky is stormy brimstone clouds with a dash of occasional lightning (mostly when someone high-ranked is pissed). There are the lava pools (mostly for show) and the gothic architecture, complete with the grotesques gargoyles; but I think they’re rather friendly.
You have to admit the boss’ castle/cathedral/cage is awesome.
And well, my desk is made of bones. I write with blood ink. Did I mention I have to fill out an impressive number of forms each day? So yeah, it’s not all play and no work. But there’s a lot of play, otherwise all work and no play would make us all very dull boys and girls.
Yes, I have a desk, I fill out forms most of the time. Where do you think bureaucracy was invented ? In hell.
I’m responsible for a certain number of souls to torture, I happen to think it is decent entertainment... But it tends to get old you know? Well at first it was really really fun; you get to carve them to pieces, pat them on the remains bound to the rack and chains, and tell them you’re coming back to mutilate them some more tomorrow while their souls reform their ''bodies'' overnight. Or other less obvious methods of torture – I mean, tradition is nice, but there’s more than pain to life, un-life, post-life, after-life...
Semantics.
And you get back at it, and back at it, and if you succeed there’s a newborn party. It’s the seven deadly sins galore in all their glories; it looks like a Las Vega party gone wild, sex, booze and rock and roll...
Occasionally it’s also completely destructive and murderous and some demons get killed: but no matter, most will regenerate and those who are too demolished to come back didn’t deserve the privilege of being a demon anyway – I culled a lot of those when I was born, probably why I received my name.
Then, if the newborn survived, and depending on their given rank or whatnot, I’m still not sure of the criterias, they get named and given a post somewhere.
As mentioned, there’s the deadly sins thing… Depending on your deadly sin you become something different; you can guess what the succubus and incubus’ sin was in their previous lives, obviously.
Me? Pride. I’m a bureaucrat. I wear stylish suits, and have decent powers. And decent looks too; of course, I’m not incubi material, but hey, way much better than Gluttony or Sloth could ever hope down here.
Wrath-based demons tend to be the front-line soldiers because of their bitchy oh-I’m-angry-at-the-world demeanor – they’re always fighting and ready to blow up at the slightest insult.
Gluttonies are also soldier too, generally; can’t say I know why exactly... Probably couldn’t do anything else?
I’m not even sure what Sloths *can* do, beside their laziness-inducing aura... It’s not like they bother doing much.
Greed demons are good protectors; seriously, all this ''My Precious'' stuff? Perfect. Except when you have to pry the object being guarded/ protected out of their watch/ their hands, they’re really obsessive and will get in a funk for at least a month.
Envy-based ones are generally better at more discrete stuff; probably because they can bid their time to get what they want.
Obviously, that’s the more stereotypical approach – they’re not all like that. And some are demons of a different kind who don't fit in the seven sins boxes.
…
But then, it gets old. You’re not on schedule on making soul n.4672200 break down and it’s still resisting heavily and you have to fill out a form, and if you’re unlucky, get bitched at by Mephistoeles, Chief Administrator of Damned Souls. I swear the guy has a stick up his ass, but you never heard it from me.
At least Alistair isn’t that bad; he’ll just give you a few tricks to speed up the process, provided you haven’t pissed him off. Oh, and he’s Head Torturer, and he does torture other demons, who probably had the sense the boss on the second floor gave a gnat, sometimes.
Oh, and if he really likes you, he shares techniques; that’s more exciting seriously. That’s one demon that didn’t get his post by ass-kissing, let me tell you. And he’s positively enjoyable to work with. But he gets the bigger cases and tough nuts to crack most of the time, so it’s a pleasure one rarely gets.
Well you can always climb to be in the upper echelons, but it tends to involve a lot of plotting and possibly wanting to make hell on earth; that’s Lucifer’s big plan anyway. Apocalypse time! Not my cup of tea, personally. He really hates the guys on the ground floor; He’s a jealous big brother.
So when a couple of gates of hell opened, let’s just say we all made a run for it; air, wind, trees, earth, big goal of apocalypse. While some are out there to prepare for Lucifer’s big master plan, some of us just wanted to get out because it was getting a bit boring.
I was excruciatingly bored.
Well. Off to... find something to do, then.
- Excidium
So here's his short (and slightly humoristic) story of his time in Hell (with description of my idea of Hell for his story) just before he got out back on Earth through a Hell Gate.
---
Journal Entry : How it was downstairs…
My name is Excidium, and it’s rather stylish; it’s Latin for ''Destruction''; and it’s not destiny, it was the name I was given when I was reborn, do not ask. I mean seriously, you do not ask why it is your new name, it’s just not done.
I’m pretty sure Beelzebub - Lord of Flies, might have protested his name and title if he could have. Or does anyone really want to be called ''Bob'', one of the general in the Legion of the Damned? It just doesn’t sound grim enough. But Bob is truly fearsome and cunning, though, so don’t mess with him, and never laugh at his name.
I’m also medium-ranked demon; I’m not really sure how this hierarchy thing works, but I'm one of the ''higher tier'' demons (meaning most ressembling to my human form and having retained intelligence). I forgot how old I am, or who I was before I was a demon – but at this point it’s probably not very important. Unless one of those angelic morons, the guys and gals who reside on the ''second floor of the building’’, decides to appeal to my better nature or some shtick like that.
Because, well, you know, it’s pretty rare to be born a demon, you *become* one.
And man, would you look at all the perks! Even if the place could use some remodelling, if you know what I mean… Now, don’t get me wrong, it is okay, in its very special and peculiar style, but would YOU argue with Lucifer, the big boss, about his taste in decoration?
No, didn’t think so.
As such… Red is dominant in the color scheme, the sky is stormy brimstone clouds with a dash of occasional lightning (mostly when someone high-ranked is pissed). There are the lava pools (mostly for show) and the gothic architecture, complete with the grotesques gargoyles; but I think they’re rather friendly.
You have to admit the boss’ castle/cathedral/cage is awesome.
And well, my desk is made of bones. I write with blood ink. Did I mention I have to fill out an impressive number of forms each day? So yeah, it’s not all play and no work. But there’s a lot of play, otherwise all work and no play would make us all very dull boys and girls.
Yes, I have a desk, I fill out forms most of the time. Where do you think bureaucracy was invented ? In hell.
I’m responsible for a certain number of souls to torture, I happen to think it is decent entertainment... But it tends to get old you know? Well at first it was really really fun; you get to carve them to pieces, pat them on the remains bound to the rack and chains, and tell them you’re coming back to mutilate them some more tomorrow while their souls reform their ''bodies'' overnight. Or other less obvious methods of torture – I mean, tradition is nice, but there’s more than pain to life, un-life, post-life, after-life...
Semantics.
And you get back at it, and back at it, and if you succeed there’s a newborn party. It’s the seven deadly sins galore in all their glories; it looks like a Las Vega party gone wild, sex, booze and rock and roll...
Occasionally it’s also completely destructive and murderous and some demons get killed: but no matter, most will regenerate and those who are too demolished to come back didn’t deserve the privilege of being a demon anyway – I culled a lot of those when I was born, probably why I received my name.
Then, if the newborn survived, and depending on their given rank or whatnot, I’m still not sure of the criterias, they get named and given a post somewhere.
As mentioned, there’s the deadly sins thing… Depending on your deadly sin you become something different; you can guess what the succubus and incubus’ sin was in their previous lives, obviously.
Me? Pride. I’m a bureaucrat. I wear stylish suits, and have decent powers. And decent looks too; of course, I’m not incubi material, but hey, way much better than Gluttony or Sloth could ever hope down here.
Wrath-based demons tend to be the front-line soldiers because of their bitchy oh-I’m-angry-at-the-world demeanor – they’re always fighting and ready to blow up at the slightest insult.
Gluttonies are also soldier too, generally; can’t say I know why exactly... Probably couldn’t do anything else?
I’m not even sure what Sloths *can* do, beside their laziness-inducing aura... It’s not like they bother doing much.
Greed demons are good protectors; seriously, all this ''My Precious'' stuff? Perfect. Except when you have to pry the object being guarded/ protected out of their watch/ their hands, they’re really obsessive and will get in a funk for at least a month.
Envy-based ones are generally better at more discrete stuff; probably because they can bid their time to get what they want.
Obviously, that’s the more stereotypical approach – they’re not all like that. And some are demons of a different kind who don't fit in the seven sins boxes.
…
But then, it gets old. You’re not on schedule on making soul n.4672200 break down and it’s still resisting heavily and you have to fill out a form, and if you’re unlucky, get bitched at by Mephistoeles, Chief Administrator of Damned Souls. I swear the guy has a stick up his ass, but you never heard it from me.
At least Alistair isn’t that bad; he’ll just give you a few tricks to speed up the process, provided you haven’t pissed him off. Oh, and he’s Head Torturer, and he does torture other demons, who probably had the sense the boss on the second floor gave a gnat, sometimes.
Oh, and if he really likes you, he shares techniques; that’s more exciting seriously. That’s one demon that didn’t get his post by ass-kissing, let me tell you. And he’s positively enjoyable to work with. But he gets the bigger cases and tough nuts to crack most of the time, so it’s a pleasure one rarely gets.
Well you can always climb to be in the upper echelons, but it tends to involve a lot of plotting and possibly wanting to make hell on earth; that’s Lucifer’s big plan anyway. Apocalypse time! Not my cup of tea, personally. He really hates the guys on the ground floor; He’s a jealous big brother.
So when a couple of gates of hell opened, let’s just say we all made a run for it; air, wind, trees, earth, big goal of apocalypse. While some are out there to prepare for Lucifer’s big master plan, some of us just wanted to get out because it was getting a bit boring.
I was excruciatingly bored.
Well. Off to... find something to do, then.
- Excidium