Beast and Beauty (And Lucifer)
September 4th 2008 00:26
The Beast flew.
Its huge and lovely wings twisted in change's vicious winds. The Beast tucked it's wings close to itself and plummeted. It dove, swung and allowed itself to be twisted and bent on the high wind. It flapped and screamed through the air, turned on the air currents.
Sin flew with her, letting herself go to the ecstatic dance.
Lucifer was grouchy.
The Player was upset.
As the Beast flew, it contemplated. Life had never quite gone the way she planned it, but that was ok. The Beast generally found itself in the right place at the right time. It was one of the things that made her a Beast. There were lots of Beasts, of course, but this one was obviously special.
It was a True Beast.
And even Kali agreed with that.
A True Beast was so different to your standard kind of Beast. Jesus was always trying to make angels - humans who had evolved so white that they did not need physical bodies to appear on Earth. Lucifer had done it too - in turning souls dark - but his were demons. They couldnt hold their physical image together and thus they were seen as distorted, ugly. Deformed.
Before the Beast had even begun to think of itself as a Beast, its poison had bled into its life. Of course, it wasnt a poison to it. Just to everything else. But it kept its extremely pleasing form, even under hard scrutiny. The thing, the one thing, that should never have happened, was that the Beast kept this lucious look even after it admitted to being a Beast.
Most Beasts ended up changing their form - they were trying to be Beasts. But this one had fought it, tooth and nail, kicking and screaming.
All that conflict added up to some very demon like emotions. All trapped within an innocent and lovely form.
And so, she set out to warn all those in contact with her. Im spreading poison! Dont touch it! Be careful looking at me! Its Beastly!
And her form did not change. It was this that caused Lucifer his real moment of stopping and watching, true appreciation, at the fact that she could reveal itself, warn others, and yet still look completely harmless.
Oh, Lucifer considered that so very useful.
The Beast was over its whining. It was like that. At the end of the day, it was a Beast. It loved pain, suffering. It would eat it up with a spoon and ask for more. And when it was done, it would go and find itself some trouble to get into. At this time, that's exactly what the Beast was looking for.....Some more trouble.
Lucifer was staying the hell out of its way.
Because he had realized it could call him.
Humans called out to him all the time - Just like they called out for God. They called, sometimes, without even knowing who they called to. And when he reached out a hand, they didnt care who he was, or what price he was asking, just so long as he saved them. It was life.
For a long time, the Beast had believed Lucifer did not hear her. Oh, me, I have a soul to sell, such a valuable soul, why does he not come and bargain for it? She had wondered.
Actually, Lucifer had been tugging on its moorings for ages. The bastard just wouldnt budge.
But in this recent drama.....The Beast had felt more than a whisper. A suggestion.
She had smelt Lucifer in the Player's blood. She had felt his touch on the events.
And now, as the Beast flew, she smiled.
For she knew, as Jesus came to her when she put her hands together, Lucifer came to her when her thoughts turned red. It was that easy.
As a young Beast, she had seen a potential within herself to play them both, to become the greatest of gray. It had excited her, and all the forays into darkness, disappionted her. The potential she had seen was far greater than these petty disputes.
And now, with a truly Beast like smile, she realized what was really happening.
Just so long as she found somewhere to land....And did not crash......
Sin kept her eyes peeled while they played and dipped in the skies. The Beast was strong. She wouldnt be tired for a long time yet.
Its huge and lovely wings twisted in change's vicious winds. The Beast tucked it's wings close to itself and plummeted. It dove, swung and allowed itself to be twisted and bent on the high wind. It flapped and screamed through the air, turned on the air currents.
Sin flew with her, letting herself go to the ecstatic dance.
Lucifer was grouchy.
The Player was upset.
As the Beast flew, it contemplated. Life had never quite gone the way she planned it, but that was ok. The Beast generally found itself in the right place at the right time. It was one of the things that made her a Beast. There were lots of Beasts, of course, but this one was obviously special.
It was a True Beast.
And even Kali agreed with that.
A True Beast was so different to your standard kind of Beast. Jesus was always trying to make angels - humans who had evolved so white that they did not need physical bodies to appear on Earth. Lucifer had done it too - in turning souls dark - but his were demons. They couldnt hold their physical image together and thus they were seen as distorted, ugly. Deformed.
Before the Beast had even begun to think of itself as a Beast, its poison had bled into its life. Of course, it wasnt a poison to it. Just to everything else. But it kept its extremely pleasing form, even under hard scrutiny. The thing, the one thing, that should never have happened, was that the Beast kept this lucious look even after it admitted to being a Beast.
Most Beasts ended up changing their form - they were trying to be Beasts. But this one had fought it, tooth and nail, kicking and screaming.
All that conflict added up to some very demon like emotions. All trapped within an innocent and lovely form.
And so, she set out to warn all those in contact with her. Im spreading poison! Dont touch it! Be careful looking at me! Its Beastly!
And her form did not change. It was this that caused Lucifer his real moment of stopping and watching, true appreciation, at the fact that she could reveal itself, warn others, and yet still look completely harmless.
Oh, Lucifer considered that so very useful.
The Beast was over its whining. It was like that. At the end of the day, it was a Beast. It loved pain, suffering. It would eat it up with a spoon and ask for more. And when it was done, it would go and find itself some trouble to get into. At this time, that's exactly what the Beast was looking for.....Some more trouble.
Lucifer was staying the hell out of its way.
Because he had realized it could call him.
Humans called out to him all the time - Just like they called out for God. They called, sometimes, without even knowing who they called to. And when he reached out a hand, they didnt care who he was, or what price he was asking, just so long as he saved them. It was life.
For a long time, the Beast had believed Lucifer did not hear her. Oh, me, I have a soul to sell, such a valuable soul, why does he not come and bargain for it? She had wondered.
Actually, Lucifer had been tugging on its moorings for ages. The bastard just wouldnt budge.
But in this recent drama.....The Beast had felt more than a whisper. A suggestion.
She had smelt Lucifer in the Player's blood. She had felt his touch on the events.
And now, as the Beast flew, she smiled.
For she knew, as Jesus came to her when she put her hands together, Lucifer came to her when her thoughts turned red. It was that easy.
As a young Beast, she had seen a potential within herself to play them both, to become the greatest of gray. It had excited her, and all the forays into darkness, disappionted her. The potential she had seen was far greater than these petty disputes.
And now, with a truly Beast like smile, she realized what was really happening.
Just so long as she found somewhere to land....And did not crash......
Sin kept her eyes peeled while they played and dipped in the skies. The Beast was strong. She wouldnt be tired for a long time yet.
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