Hiding Behind Purple Steel

It/Its (She/They), Knosis. Chp 1: Drone(Lesser Machine/Angel). Chp 2: Greater Machine, Ex-Angel

[designation-knosis]

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Greetings, residents of heaven, earth, and hell alike. I, Knosis(who had initially been planned to be a DISCORD exclusive character), have decided to breach containment and reside within TUMBLR as well.

THIS BLOG IS PARTNERED WITH: @1ch0r-variantv1

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[Thread of Fate: Pandora's Box]: In Character Tag. I am 'Pandora's Box', Thread of Fate is the whole AU.

[Ramblings]: Most likely my in-character posts unrelated to any thread, to build my character.

[Responses]: For posts answering asks.

[Remembering]: Loreposts.

[Reconnecting]: Roleplays within a longer thread.

[Artpost]: I like art

[Ch.1]: Chapter 1 Knosis

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[Ch.2]: Chapter 2 Knosis

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[Human: S. M.]: Pre-Knosis(Satori)

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[Behind the strings]: Posts where my author talks.

I am a being able to see past the 4th wall(I shall use that sometimes, but my actor has asked me not to with most roleplays), but my knowledge can only be if you've already shared some with my author! You may talk to either my first form or my second! I don't mind either.

LOREPOST TO BE REDIRECTED

Knosis: chapter 2(left), chapter 1(right)

[haunted-by-agony]

<"Ivory... I have been told... to meet with you I-">

*The "machine" coughs. She is limping. She is in pain. Blood rushes down the back of her head, pouring down their shoulders like a crimson veil for a bride. Their metal is scratched, dented, and broken. She has come from a battle unknown and is now tattered. Their eye is half-lidded and blinded, and yet it feels like they weren't using it to find their way. It is as if they knew where to go as soon as she stepped foot here.*

@designation-knosis

*Ivory was about to ask who the machine was yet when they saw her cough they realized that they weren't okay at all, they wouldn't be a threat. They lowered their weapon and their hand slowly took one of her arms.*

“You are hurt. What happened?”

[designation-knosis]

<"... it... doesn't matter. I...">

*It did sort-of matter.*

<"Well... I guess I can say.">

*She sighed.*

<"I'm technically not supposed to still be standing right now... but... that thing... it spared me. Pulling me from the ground.">

*There was something in her eyes, a story that they haven't told, a story they're hiding because they're selfish.*

<"How... have you been?">

For those who want to see what Knosis looks like rn...

[haunted-by-agony]

*Slowly, Ivory took the machine into their arm, lifting her from the ground so she wouldn't need to waste more energy.*

“Good.. Now rest. Knosis, right? What tried to kill you? You are of my kind, am I wrong?”

[designation-knosis]

<"Aha... yeah. I-I am a machine.">

*But her blood was different. It wasn't the mix of flavors as all others were. It has a bit of that, sure... but it wasn't allat.*

<"For who tried to kill me... hah. That was a joint effort. I mean... I asked for it...">

*Just thinking about it... they felt a bit stupid, maybe even a bit impulsive.*

[haunted-by-agony]

<"Ivory... I have been told... to meet with you I-">

*The "machine" coughs. She is limping. She is in pain. Blood rushes down the back of her head, pouring down their shoulders like a crimson veil for a bride. Their metal is scratched, dented, and broken. She has come from a battle unknown and is now tattered. Their eye is half-lidded and blinded, and yet it feels like they weren't using it to find their way. It is as if they knew where to go as soon as she stepped foot here.*

@designation-knosis

*Ivory was about to ask who the machine was yet when they saw her cough they realized that they weren't okay at all, they wouldn't be a threat. They lowered their weapon and their hand slowly took one of her arms.*

“You are hurt. What happened?”

[designation-knosis]

<"... it... doesn't matter. I...">

*It did sort-of matter.*

<"Well... I guess I can say.">

*She sighed.*

<"I'm technically not supposed to still be standing right now... but... that thing... it spared me. Pulling me from the ground.">

*There was something in her eyes, a story that they haven't told, a story they're hiding because they're selfish.*

<"How... have you been?">

For those who want to see what Knosis looks like rn...

[designation-knosis]

How long had it been?

Days, weeks, probably months.

Complete silence from Heaven and Hell.

Well, probably not.

Everyone else was just so busy,

Saving eachother

Hurting eachother

Grieving eachother

Hating eachother

Loving eachother

And where have you been?

S̶̢̥̦̗̭̲͎̖̳̘̰̹̠̤̝̀̔͑̎̀͆̌͜͝ã̷̢̱̣̯͙̳͖͚̮͇͙̳̱̰̉̉̾͒̈̍̃̊̆̉͛̓̀̐̍̎͘͘͜ť̸̨͎̠̬͉̭̻͕͍̱̟̟̳̞̲̞̱̳̘̦̗̞̖̰͌̊̆̋̀̇o̵̯̗̭̙̰͈̭̟͍͈̪̲̔̄͊̄͂̒̽̾͗̉̇͜r̴̡͎͇̞̘̜̤̜͙̫̦̳̫͎̪̓̒̆͊͐̓̒̓͆͛̑̇̓̋̀̀̌̕ͅḯ̶̢̬̘̤͚̝̪͎̤͚̗̤̣̲̝̲̟͇̜̜̤̬̯̣̍ͅ ̵̧͈̣͈͎͑̐̑͆̒̎̏͒̇͛͊͌͛̒̚͘̚͝͠͠M̶͍͖̖̥̹̲̪̹͋̾̈͋̌͌̈͌́̂̄̕͠͝o̸̳̽̾̇́̀̑̈́̆́̃̂̕c̸̨̢̧̢̨̛͕̩̩͓͈͙̬̹̮̥̪̯̟͖̩̺͕̖̭͚̹̄ͅḩ̶̨̦̺̠͙̫̟̩̜͔̠̱͈̣͎̗̖̪͔̀͋́͐̅͜ȋ̴̡̡̨̻̠̬̼̯͖̘̣̤̝͇͒̓̍̐͊̔͝z̸̨͚͖̼̰̜͈̮̜͉͎͚̭̮̣̟̥̏̂̂̀̆̓̄́̉̈̑̓͑̅͌͛͂͂͐̒̇̓̿͜͝͝ͅù̸̩͔̫͉͍̠̞͉͍͉͔͓̫̂̏͗̂̌̒͂̉͐̋͊͊͑̋͐͋̔̈́̈́̆̋͘͘̚͠ķ̶̮̰̙̼̘̞̟̳̫̣̻̘̝̘̪͚̱̱̮͍́́͂͋̓̾͒͌̽̃̊̿̀̇̏̈̂̓̄̎̑͊͘͝į̸̨͎̘͚͚̺̱̮̦̙̪̟̼̻̺̞̒̀͐̅̌͗̀̅͆̔̽̀͗̿̐̈̕͝͝

Knosis?

Oh, right.

You've been rotting.

[hells-little-lamb]

<"Hey, Verch. Did you know: in a universe divergent of yours, you meet someone called 'Telamon' or. Uh. "Tea Lemon" who teaches you how to Mog and Aurafarm.">

@designation-knosis

“In another universe.. I.. I appreciate it.. I don't know what 'mog' or 'aurafarm' mean but thank you, really.. I.. appreciate it.”

[designation-knosis]

<"Well, I am the bearer of knowledge, so I can give you the information you need.">

[*She would clear her throat before they began to explain.*]

<"From what I know(what am I even saying, I lived in that era): Mogging is to outshine/dominate on other people, mainly when it comes to physical attraction. Aura is the social respect that people have and give, a type of 'vibe' a person has. And to 'aura farm' is to act cool or charismatic to seem more attractive or to improve someone's social image.">

[designation-knosis]

*throws a cookie at you. and another one. and another one. and another one. and-*

@cookie-giver-anon

"Augh- a- ow- yeowch- YEAOWIIIIII-"

"Th-thanks for the cookies...??? Aah... that hurts..."

"... it's a shame I can't eat these... I miss the days I was human."

[jokeboy-deactivated20260221]

Dude i totally get why you say “help” now. It’s literally like, ....help! lol

like girl... help! lol

[m-s-justice]

I don't think any of Gabe's bros would approve of the relationship.

[the-heavenly-strategist]

<"Micheal, I'm bored. Micheal. I'm going to fall down. I'm on the floor now.">

@designation-knosis

(*^she is fine. It's just one of her reoccurring horrible headaches/migranes due to their Vision.*)

“Wha- Knosis?! How the fuck did you even?!”

He jumps slightly in shock, definitely not expecting to hear from you, and now… he’s concerned

“Another one of your damn migraines, huh? Want me to come to you or do you want to come here? I’m fine with either one.”

[designation-knosis]

<"I'm very tech literate. Also. Uhm. I think I'm in Fraud... or Lust...? I don't... mn...">

(*... her voice was starting to trail off more as she went on, their mind blurring as the boundary between present and future would mix together...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Knosis, you’re breaking up! Fuck…”

His orange wings flared, concern flooding through his veins

“So you said either Fraud or Lust, right? Hang on, I’ll find you! Just don’t move or do anything that will cause things to get worse, got it?”

[designation-knosis]

<"Okay, okay, sorry... phone's slipping...">

(*She mumbled, staying where they were on a chair. Everything was spinning, and her head pounded. There was a distinct ringing in their ears... ears? They didn't have those anymore... but still, voices of past, present, possibilities... they blended together... and that ringing. That damned ringing.*)

(*She just kept breathing, in and out...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Fuck…”

Michael quickly stands up from his desk and takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves, he teleports out of his office and to your location in a beam of bright yellow light

“Knosis?! Can you hear me?! Where the Hell are you?! Damnit… I know her signature is nearby..! Ok, just breathe Michael. Focus on her energy and search.”

[designation-knosis]

(*She didn't exactly respond. Their condition made it hard for them to hear...*)

(*Thankfully enough, you'd find her easily, since she was propped up on the floor and unmoving. They seemed a bit spaced out, however...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Ah!”

Upon spotting you, Michael wastes no time in rushing to your side, his orange wings flared, he couldn’t help how worried he was

“Knosis?! Can you hear me?! Fuck… here, grab my right hand, I’ll help you up..! Just… don’t move too quickly..! Damnit… how did this end up happening..?!”

[designation-knosis]

(*She would blink on and out before eventually nodding her head.*)

<"It's... part of the job...">

(*Even if they hated it, this was one of the many consequences to their ambitious request way back then.*)

(*She would shakily hold up their hand so that Micheal could hold her.*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

<"Micheal, I'm bored. Micheal. I'm going to fall down. I'm on the floor now.">

@designation-knosis

(*^she is fine. It's just one of her reoccurring horrible headaches/migranes due to their Vision.*)

“Wha- Knosis?! How the fuck did you even?!”

He jumps slightly in shock, definitely not expecting to hear from you, and now… he’s concerned

“Another one of your damn migraines, huh? Want me to come to you or do you want to come here? I’m fine with either one.”

[designation-knosis]

<"I'm very tech literate. Also. Uhm. I think I'm in Fraud... or Lust...? I don't... mn...">

(*... her voice was starting to trail off more as she went on, their mind blurring as the boundary between present and future would mix together...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Knosis, you’re breaking up! Fuck…”

His orange wings flared, concern flooding through his veins

“So you said either Fraud or Lust, right? Hang on, I’ll find you! Just don’t move or do anything that will cause things to get worse, got it?”

[designation-knosis]

<"Okay, okay, sorry... phone's slipping...">

(*She mumbled, staying where they were on a chair. Everything was spinning, and her head pounded. There was a distinct ringing in their ears... ears? They didn't have those anymore... but still, voices of past, present, possibilities... they blended together... and that ringing. That damned ringing.*)

(*She just kept breathing, in and out...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Fuck…”

Michael quickly stands up from his desk and takes a deep breath, steeling his nerves, he teleports out of his office and to your location in a beam of bright yellow light

“Knosis?! Can you hear me?! Where the Hell are you?! Damnit… I know her signature is nearby..! Ok, just breathe Michael. Focus on her energy and search.”

[designation-knosis]

(*She didn't exactly respond. Their condition made it hard for them to hear...*)

(*Thankfully enough, you'd find her easily, since she was propped up on the floor and unmoving. They seemed a bit spaced out, however...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

<"Micheal, I'm bored. Micheal. I'm going to fall down. I'm on the floor now.">

@designation-knosis

(*^she is fine. It's just one of her reoccurring horrible headaches/migranes due to their Vision.*)

“Wha- Knosis?! How the fuck did you even?!”

He jumps slightly in shock, definitely not expecting to hear from you, and now… he’s concerned

“Another one of your damn migraines, huh? Want me to come to you or do you want to come here? I’m fine with either one.”

[designation-knosis]

<"I'm very tech literate. Also. Uhm. I think I'm in Fraud... or Lust...? I don't... mn...">

(*... her voice was starting to trail off more as she went on, their mind blurring as the boundary between present and future would mix together...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

“Knosis, you’re breaking up! Fuck…”

His orange wings flared, concern flooding through his veins

“So you said either Fraud or Lust, right? Hang on, I’ll find you! Just don’t move or do anything that will cause things to get worse, got it?”

[designation-knosis]

<"Okay, okay, sorry... phone's slipping...">

(*She mumbled, staying where they were on a chair. Everything was spinning, and her head pounded. There was a distinct ringing in their ears... ears? They didn't have those anymore... but still, voices of past, present, possibilities... they blended together... and that ringing. That damned ringing.*)

(*She just kept breathing, in and out...*)

[the-heavenly-strategist]

<"Micheal, I'm bored. Micheal. I'm going to fall down. I'm on the floor now.">

@designation-knosis

(*^she is fine. It's just one of her reoccurring horrible headaches/migranes due to their Vision.*)

“Wha- Knosis?! How the fuck did you even?!”

He jumps slightly in shock, definitely not expecting to hear from you, and now… he’s concerned

“Another one of your damn migraines, huh? Want me to come to you or do you want to come here? I’m fine with either one.”

[designation-knosis]

<"I'm very tech literate. Also. Uhm. I think I'm in Fraud... or Lust...? I don't... mn...">

(*... her voice was starting to trail off more as she went on, their mind blurring as the boundary between present and future would mix together...*)

[juice-enjoyer]

I don't think he knows the answer to this one guys

[helios-pleonexia]

<"Sisyphus, wait stand still for a moment">

[*She'd take out her un-cooked smore and hold it near his head.*]

<"okay thanks.">

[*... they can't even eat the smore?*]

@designation-knosis

“..Ah, can I have some? If you don't mind.”

*He had noticed how they couldn't eat it.*

[designation-knosis]

"... oh... uh.... yeah."

(*They'd forgotten they were... different, now.*)

"I miss smores..."

(*... she handed it over, looking conflicted.*)

[feefal]

Seraph in the headlights

[designation-knosis]

(*The curtains had been closed. All strings were cut. In the end, puppets have been left. She was unresponsive.*)

[>poke the body?]

(*"Knowledge is power, Knowledge hurts everyone, to see, to hear, to think. Wouldn't it be better to forget?*)

[comet-anguish]

Slowly, the curtains begin to open, revealing the stage. Its wooden floor is pristine despite the apparent shows that happen on it every week, with intricate designs carved into the wood. The backdrop is black, with intricate purple details, and a white canvas stood in front of it. The spotlights are primarily white, with some yellow and purple sprinkled in.

Gentle music starts playing, and a figure comes on stage, presumably Lucifer, dancing along. Hes clearly an archangel, though lacking the usual armour and robes most tend to wear. Instead, he wears a simple skirt, held up by some sort of eye pin. 2 twin scars glimmering pinkish purple lay under his pecs, curving up to form a heart right over where his actual heart lays inside his chest.

His wings, 4 on his back, 6 on his head, sway with the music, catching on air as he dances around the stage, no clear coordination yet graceful all the same. His 6 eyes are closed, simply enjoying the music.

@streetcleaner-in-hell @manywingedangel @your-local-catcher-of-death @curiosity-virtue @machine-id-v1 @the-hellish-triad @praised-be-the-code @facets-of-the-father @designation-knosis @av-42-model

[manywingedangel]

Gabriel sat away from everyone, he stayed quiet to not draw attention to himself.

He just...

Watches the show. Eyes sparkling at his brother's dance. He's proud of him.

...

[machine-id-v1]

The machine watches closely as the curtains begin to open, clutching the revolver just in case. It seems to be more of a self-comfort than anything at this point, because the angel on the stage seems to be...peaceful.

"LU-//UCIFER ."

V1 mutters his name to Curiosity before they ask, trying to keep their volume low. They've met...once. Briefly. He didn't seem all that bad, but its always difficult for V1 to discern who to trust. Here and now though, the archangel simply seems like a graceful actor, peacefully dancing upon the stage.

They look around. Most other people seem calm. Even Gabriel seemed enraptured. Family, it supposes.

The machine...relaxes, only slightly. It still seems intensely suspicious, though its grip on its gun and the virtue in its lap relaxes just a little.

[comet-anguish]

Everything is fairly calm for a moment, Lucifer dancing idly on stage, eyes closed and enjoying himself, some feathers coming loose and falling across the stage. It was almost peaceful.

Until what looked like a spear stabbed him right through one of his hands.

It must have fell from the ceiling, but it was so calculated that it couldnt have been an accident. Right through his palm, piercing through his flesh and coming out the other side. His 3 other arms continued their movement, with the pierced one remaining how it was when initially stabbed.

Yet, Lucifer showed no signs of pain. He didnt wince, cry, didnt even falter in his movement, just danced along to the song. Even while his blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. Even when another spear dropped down, slicing through his other palm with ease. Even when the same happened for his other 2 hands.

Blood pooled around his feet, yet he didnt even slip. His eyes remained closed, head up, and body moving along to the music

[the-hellish-triad]

*.... Now this is interesting....

V1 and V2 are completely enthralled, watching closely.

V1's wings twitch at the sight of blood, counting seconds before it could drip off the stage.

V2 was concerned. Was this an attack? Didn't seem so. Otherwise there would be a negative reaction on the actor's part. Was he in on this? Was he forced? She simply watched, unsure.

V3 was.... Scared? No. Fearful, yes. He knew something like this could happen. He watched Keygen closely, checking for its reaction. He would gladly get up and leave if it was too much. He did not care.*

[praised-be-the-code]

*Oh! Oh.... Oh.

Keygen didn't know what to feel. That was... Something?

Why was the actor subjecting himself to such pain? Why would he want to show something like that? Was that all... Really part of the show?

He watched. His inner mechanisms hitching after each spear pieced though the angel's hands, he rubs his own hand as a phantom pain settles in.

Hm.... Not fun.

Still....

He couldn't stop watching....*

[comet-anguish]

Slowly, every few bars, more and more spears appeared from seemingly nowhere, stabbing into his limbs and slowly pinning him against the giant canvas behind him. The spears in his hands are pulled out just to stab them through his palms and into the canvas. Blood spurts from his arms and legs, crimson pooling at the ground as spikes dig into his flesh.

His wings are pinned last, like a bug being pinned to create artwork, Lucifers wings are pinned in place through his flesh, blood soaking into the glowing purple feathers, gold slowly seeping in around the base of the wings.

[manywingedangel]

LUCIFER-??

What the FUCK?!

Oh god-- that's disgusting--

Gabriel's thoughts are out of control, everyone screaming and shouting different things that made his head hurt so badly.

He couldn't move, he couldn't get himself to move.

He could only.

Keep.

Watching.

[comet-anguish]

Then, a large spike, larger than all the rest, comes ripping through Lucifers gut. Blood sprays across the the stage, some dripping from the angels mouth.

For the first time the entire performance so far, he makes a noise. Its a pained whine, barely audible through the dripping of his blood hitting the wooden floor of the stage. Despite the sound, his wings glow a brighter gold, flaring out against where they are pinned.

Then, slowly, a figure comes on stage, goat hoofs gently clacking against the ground, singular eye focused on Lucifer and only Lucifer.

[designation-knosis]

(*... the stars, the stage itself. Knosis watched, nothing within her eyes, melancholy and pain within her body. They waited. They watched. And the tears that poured from their eyes were not of a kind of sympathy, but of tired resignation. Nothing anyone could do may "save" the angel. This was consensual. This was planned. It was a play, scripted this way.*)

(*All she could do is clap when necessary.*)

[comet-anguish]

Hell Itself walks up to Lucifer, eye drinking in the sight of his body, claws gently scraping against the flesh of the heart marking.

Before digging in.

Blood and flesh splatter against the ground with a wet smack, pooling around Lucifers pinned body. His back arches in pain, yet his wings glow a mix of gold and purple. Once Hell reaches his ribs, they stop, and everything goes silent.

Then, a sickening crack echos throughout the auditorium.

Bones crack and snap away by Hells hands. One rib, then two, then three, until Lucifers heart is on full display for the audience.

Hell gently, more gentle than its ever been seen, takes xer lovers Heart, and speaks.

“L U C I F E R. M Y. L O V E”

“WHAT IS A STAGE WITHOUT ITS PLAY. A DIRECTOR WITHOUT ITS ACTOR. A MUSEUM WITHOUT ITS MUSE”

Hell gently brings Lucifers heart to its mouth, giving it a loving kiss, before pulling away.

“MY COMET. YOU ARE MY PLAY. MY ACTOR. MY MUSE. MINE. FOREVER MORE. MAY NOT EVEN DEATH DO US PART. MAY WE ALWAYS FIND EACH OTHER”

Before Lucifer can bleed out completely, Hell gently tucks his heart back in his chest cavity, and walks off the stage, spikes letting the angel go.

Lucifer stands on wobbly feet, looks towards the crowd, and bows. But not before locking eyes with Gabriel.

His face drops, and before hes able to get a word out. He drops.

And the curtain closes.

.

.

.

“THE PLAY IS NOW OVER. YOU ALL MAY LEAVE. OR VISIT BACK STAGE IF YOU WISH”

The lights are turned on, like nothing ever happened.

[designation-knosis]

(*They were met with her applause, robotic, as she only went through the motions...*)

(*... she shut down, slowly falling into a lifeless lump of metal on the ground.*)

[>refresh in process.]