Thread: Sins of the Fallen

Deep in the pits of hell, where fires roared and fountains gushed blood and holes in the earthen catacombs spewed sulfur and ash lay the Lord of Hell, Lucifer who was sitting atop his massive Throne as he watched the souls of humans who had sinned crying out in agony, crawling over one another in an attempt to pull themselves up and over the lip of the crevasses in which they amassed, as if crawling up onto the firmer land would set them free instead of giving them a whole new level of hell to face. The thirteen pits of hell to escape, and only one had ever managed it, that damn Hercules. Lucifer would never forget that spoiled do gooder of a brat, and he made it his own personal pleasure to ensure anyone of Hercules' blood ended up in Hell where they belonged. The man sighed, examining a ring on his finger, his eyes narrowed, angry, shaking his head a little as he licked his lips. Bring me Aiden! he demanded, several demon's flinching as they scurried away from the Devil to do as he bid. The man of many names, Hades, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub and sometimes even just The Devil... he was frightening to all who resided in hell, took his pleasure from any he saw fit, and enjoyed the broken beings that he created in doing so. Several of the lesser demons, creatures that could not speak, or do anything really, rushed into Aiden's personal space, leaping onto his arms and onto his lap, the only indication they could give that Lucifer wanted them. They leaped off of him as soon as they knew they had his attention and raced off, leading the way to their Lord and Maker. Lucifer was proud in his fall, proud in everything he did and used his powers to appear however he deemed fit. Some days he looked like the angel he once was, some days he was hideous and monsters, even more so than the creatures that he created to torment the realms of the living. Today, he looked almost normal, bright golden hair cascaded around his shoulders, his eyes a sun kissed blue as his slightly tanned skin glowed in the fiery depths. As always, he was beautiful, and he smirked as he stroked a hideous... thing, that was laying on his lap. It looked like a cat that had been skinned. It was all muscles and pumping veins, and it was leaking all over his lap, but didn't seam at all close to dying. Lucifer did enjoy his little experiments, this one looked like a failure, but he enjoyed even those. Aiden, my Pet. he purred those sky blue eyes fixed on his First Fallen. The first Angel that he had ever corrupted, Aiden held a special place in Lucifer's heart. come here Aiden, I have a mission for you. he stated simply, waving his hand at the floor. one of those pitiful creatures has landed on earth, I want you to drag it down here. he ordered, indicating an Angel so fair that it was nearly impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman. The creature looked confused and disoriented, probably had not meant to stumble from heavens gates. It was rare, but it did happen in younger Angels who where not being watched close enough. corrupt his pretty flesh for me. he ordered, smiling as he ran his fingers along Aiden's cheek. and have those pretty feathers turn as black as night... perhaps we might even be able to turn him into an Incubus. again rare, but not unheard of.