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If there's a better definition of scapegoat than I am, please enlighten me.
Or at least point me in their general direction, so I can mock them.
Created on 2008-09-08 05:50:11 (#16541129), never updated
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Basic Info| Name: | Azazel |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1980-03-12 |
Bio"Oh Heaven's lovely until you realize that there are bars on all the windows... Well, metaphorical windows anyway."
Captain. Friend. Lover. Azazel was many things to many people in Heaven, and none of it ever truly felt right. All he wanted was a way out-the ability to make his own choices and the one thing no angel had the right to ask for- free will.
It was just as well that he and Lucifer were old friends. When Lucifer plotted to turn against Heaven, Azazel was the first to hear about it and he went right along with. He led a group of angels who didn't so much want to rule Heaven as much as they wanted the ability to leave.
And so Lucifer fell, so they fell harder.
"They needed someone to blame. That someone had the unfortunate luck of being me."
Lucifer got Hell and that left the Fallen Angels to roam the earth, mingling among humans. Azazel taught them how to make weapons (and he'd never come to regret it- conflict is good for the soul), and while that was hardly the sin that brought Gabriel down on him and his kind, it was the one he suffered for.
He was forced to stand trial with his brothers and sisters and watched as Gabriel cut the wings from their back, and when all was said and done, Gabriel tore his wings off with her bare hands and she and the other archangels left him in a pit in a desert in Dudael where he was meant to remain until Judgement Day.
The last thing he ever heard was the song of Israfel, the love of his life and the only thing that made Heaven worthwhile. Somehow even that grim memory was enough that he stayed sane in that damn pit.
"Gabriel made sure I had nothing left to me when she had me sealed away. Taking my sight just meant that I couldn't fully appreciate anything she might have missed."
Forever rarely means forever, and sometimes even angels (or former angels) can find themselves on parole.
Of course, when Gabriel punishes someone, she expects them to stay punished, so even when he was freed she made sure his life was made as uncomfortable as possible.
So she took from him the one thing that an angel as fond of aesthetics and the beauty of the earth had left to him after so many millennia locked away in a dark pit- his sight.
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Captain. Friend. Lover. Azazel was many things to many people in Heaven, and none of it ever truly felt right. All he wanted was a way out-the ability to make his own choices and the one thing no angel had the right to ask for- free will.
It was just as well that he and Lucifer were old friends. When Lucifer plotted to turn against Heaven, Azazel was the first to hear about it and he went right along with. He led a group of angels who didn't so much want to rule Heaven as much as they wanted the ability to leave.
And so Lucifer fell, so they fell harder.
"They needed someone to blame. That someone had the unfortunate luck of being me."
Lucifer got Hell and that left the Fallen Angels to roam the earth, mingling among humans. Azazel taught them how to make weapons (and he'd never come to regret it- conflict is good for the soul), and while that was hardly the sin that brought Gabriel down on him and his kind, it was the one he suffered for.
He was forced to stand trial with his brothers and sisters and watched as Gabriel cut the wings from their back, and when all was said and done, Gabriel tore his wings off with her bare hands and she and the other archangels left him in a pit in a desert in Dudael where he was meant to remain until Judgement Day.
The last thing he ever heard was the song of Israfel, the love of his life and the only thing that made Heaven worthwhile. Somehow even that grim memory was enough that he stayed sane in that damn pit.
"Gabriel made sure I had nothing left to me when she had me sealed away. Taking my sight just meant that I couldn't fully appreciate anything she might have missed."
Forever rarely means forever, and sometimes even angels (or former angels) can find themselves on parole.
Of course, when Gabriel punishes someone, she expects them to stay punished, so even when he was freed she made sure his life was made as uncomfortable as possible.
So she took from him the one thing that an angel as fond of aesthetics and the beauty of the earth had left to him after so many millennia locked away in a dark pit- his sight.
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