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ind. priv. sel. heavily canon divergent hellaverse oc
based on the marquess naberius of the ars goetia
18+ for violence, body horror, substance abuse, ambiguous morality,
gore, general nsfw, blasphemy & other dark content
dead dove ; do not eat
a side-blog to @diistortion
originally est. 11.2024
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dni if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynist/misandrist, are an asexual/aromantic exclusionist, have an issue with neurodivergency, if you rp incest, or if you whitewash.I understand that this is Hell and in general it has all of these things and that they may appear in-character, but if you're like this out of character then I don’t have the patience for you.
essentially, don’t be a dick and don't be foul and we’ll be fine.
MINORS & PERSONAL BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.
this blog will be dash-only
for the time being, character information will be found under the cut
Naberius hasn't always been the awkward "weirdo loner". Crows tend to travel in groups, you see.
The Marquess was once quite respected amongst his peers, as well as being one of the more benevolent demons that humans could summon in order to gain knowledge or a boon in exchange for an offering. Nineteen Legions were under his command, and his eye for foresight and his silver tongue won over even the staunchest of kings.
He wasn't sure exactly when the shift had come. Just what event brought disgrace to his name, what stopped humanity from calling upon him for his wisdom?
When had his peers stopped taking him seriously?
In current years, Naberius found himself living along the outskirts of the city, mostly, tending to his shop of magic and ritual supplies, selling spells and components to those more attuned with the Old Ways. Anything to keep from feeling mocked by those more powerful and more influential than himself.
Once the most valiant Marquess of Hell, reduced to living like a commoner, in spite of his maintained status.
Appearance: Naberius appears generally as a leucitic crow demon, his feathers and skin deep charcoal black with a seemingly random spattering of slightly greyish-white. His eyes are typically a deep blue with a dim but persistent glow; however, when using any sort of magic, they become speckled with stars, like the night sky in late evening, when the sky still has a hint of blue. His daily style of dress is mostly jet-black, his coat distinctive with asymmetrical hems and layers, belts with pouches and trinkets hanging from them, and a book of spells tucked into a bag that he carries with a strap across his chest. While he is minor nobility, he rarely carries himself as such unless attending to official business.
Role in the Ars Goetia: Naberius is a Marquess, a noble that commands 19 Legions of Hell. When summoned by humans he can be a source of inspiration, primarily in the form of rhetoric and innovation--sparking various ideas that would shape our modern society over time--as well as make men cunning and talented in all forms of arts and sciences. His gifts rarely come without a price, of course, and he will require rather unorthodox forms of payment for his services and his time.
That isn't to say that he is always benevolent. Being a source of occult knowledge and ability, his mere existence was often a point of contention with the Church. He could "restore honors and dignities" as well as corrupt and consume them, often finding himself the catalyst for the corruption and fall of Priests and Bishops, as well as others who hold positions of power within the Church.
Additional Notes
For the purposes of this blog and for my Alastor blog specifically, Naberius was formerly the Watcher angel Ramiel, Fallen after teaching "forbidden knowledge" to humanity. Also for the purposes of this blog and to connect him to my Fallen Angel AU on my Alastor blog where Alastor was formerly the angel Raziel, the Secret-Keeper and Scribe of God, Ramiel was at one time an attendant of Raziel, demoted to Watcher from Seraphim after speaking out against Raziel's expulsion from Heaven. Clearly he doesn't care much about his own expulsion, as he is still influencing human technological advancement as the Ars Goetia Naberius. After Alastor's eventual arrival in Hell, Naberius in this AU has taken the place of Zestial and Rosie as Alastor's mentor and "friend".
loud obnoxious sigh , obviously trying to get his attention & repeatedly scooching closer.
Maybe he'd been a little too caught up in organizing the new deliveries, setting up supplies in their proper place around the shop, then having a seat at the desk in the storeroom to catalogue his new inventory to really notice Paimon entering the shop in the first place. Of course he was AWARE that Paimon was there, but the realization hadn't quite...clicked?
It wasn't until Paimon began sighing, coupled with the screech of the legs of the wooden stool against the stone floor, that Naberius actually took notice.
Arching a brow, he turned to face his old friend.
"Right, I'll bite. What's 'as your knickers up in a twist, Pai? Not enough attention for ye' today?"
For the purposes of this blog, Naberius was formerly the Watcher angel Ramiel, Fallen after teaching "forbidden knowledge" to humanity. Also for the purposes of this blog and to connect him to my Fallen Angel AU on my Alastor blog where Alastor was formerly the angel Raziel, the Secret-Keeper and Scribe of God, Ramiel was at one time an attendant of Raziel, demoted to Watcher from Seraphim after speaking out against Raziel's expulsion from Heaven. Clearly he doesn't care much about his own expulsion, as he is still influencing human technological advancement as the Ars Goetia Naberius. After Alastor's eventual arrival in Hell, Naberius in this AU has taken the place of Zestial and Rosie as Alastor's mentor and "friend".
As of right now, this is only relevant to this thread with @truearchangel's Archangel Michael.
Vassago stood happily at the sight of the crow, a smirk tugging at his lips in the faint hope that the reaction was mutual—though it never was. The parrot had missed bothering him, and even the quiet moments they shared when Naberius wasn’t in the mood to talk. Leaning against the wall, he looked over at the crow.
"Oh, really? You don’t? That’s a shame... I guess I’ll leave, since you don’t miss me."
And at that, the old crow's shoulders twitched. "Don' be stupid. Truth be told it's been a bit lonely. If ya think keepin' the noise to a minimum is doable, then you can stay a while. Got some items in I need to appraise, if y' wanna come to the storage room with me."
