Role swap! If Mephisto and Astaroth ( and Lilith and Lucion so on so forth) were all Angels, what would their aspects be?
I can finally answer this
Mephisto would be the Aspect of Compassion or Insight maybe (tho i do have an oc that already is this aspect but eeeee heheheheh), or smth like that, theres prob some actual old greek virtue or old noun that fits.
Mercy maybe also fits, i dont see him as the counterpart of Malthael tho, HE is like Malthael as a demon already.
Astaroth would be the Aspect of Experience (as of experience lot of stuff trhough ur life or smth like this, Knowledge, Wisdom and Experience go hand by hand). Astaroth is like a weird mix of Imperius and Tyrael already
In terms of Lucion and Lilith, well. Angels do not have family stuff, but maybe Lilith is called something like the Harmony of Heavens, and her aspect would maybe be Wisdom/Love. For Lucion he probably is called The Lost Song, and his aspect could be Intrigue/Legacy. For some reason i see Lucion as an archiver that was very curious. Someone like Itherael in a sense.
And you can tell Lilith would be like a fucked up Auriel in a sense, who knows. I've been thinking on this for over a year jkdwajdklwaj
Following @vorthosthewillis‘ prompt. Please be gentle.
Lucion found himself abruptly alone on this “Ghost Plane.” Denicomus…he mused. It took him a moment to appreciate what was amiss, aside from the blowing sand and rugged, barren terrain.
Silence. He thought. Absolute silence. For someone who has a spirit whispering in one ear, and yelling in another, begging for help, screaming about injustice, you would think silence would be a treat, but it can only mean one thing. The spirits here are silenced. Or worse. Nothing natural could do this, and nothing good would. He gripped his talisman, almost reflexively, then let it drop. A symbol of the Holy Order of Avacyn. She can’t protect me anymore…not that it did that poor village any good. Men and women begging for her help, only to be cut down where they stood… The memory of the smouldering ruins, the wailing spirits, lost, betrayed and confused, continued to haunt him.
In the distance, he saw the cavern flanked by twin edifices this Finn pointed to. He started his march there, at the mercy of the glaring sun. After some time, he spodded a little girl…a spirit. The first he had seen or heard since his arrival. “It hurts…it hurts…” the child whimpered. Lucion knelt be her. “Child, what is wrong?”
“The sun…it hurts…” She said.
Lucion searched the horizon. He felt the structure pull him, more and more, and as he got closer, he felt…something. Perhaps that’s where the spirits are congregating?
“Come with me, child. I will get you shelter.” Lucion said with a warm smile.
“No.” The child said. “That belongs to him. He uses us there.”
“He?” Lucion puzzled. “He who? Can you show me?”
The child sniffled, and nodded. “I will lead you there, but I won’t enter. Please don’t make me.”
“I promise.” Lucion replied. “I only want to help you.”
The ghostly child smiled weakly. “Then follow me. And be careful. There are bad things out here.”
Lucion nodded and followed closely. Whatever could scare the dead was no small thing. Why was he following her? Could he really help her? Help this plane? He noticed skulls and bones scattered as they walked. Is there nothing alive on this plane? At all?
The girl stopped. “The bad things…they’re here.”
She faded from lightas the skeletons stirred, and assembled into mismatched abominations. Some armed, others not. Some human, others piecemeal of beasts. Lucion sighed…he never was good in a fight. And with his only help terrified of these creatures, he had no choice…
Unless…
Lucion smirked, as he felt the strands of profane magic holding these remains, puppeteering them. These were guardians, mean to be autonomous…more or less. Running under commands of a ruler in absentia. So unattended magicks means…
With a thought, the wires snapped, the magical tethers nullified. The skeletons collapsed, harmlessly scattering across the rock. Lucion allowed him a moment of pride, but a moment of worry as well. Whatever created those sentinels was no novice. He was lucky, the lord wasn’t there. Had he have been, who knows what could have happened.
“Little girl!” Lucion called out. “You can come out now.”
She coalesced before him. “Are…are they gone?”
Lucion flashed his reassuring smile to her once more. “They are, child, I promise. Little girl, what is your name?”
She hesitated. “Momma told me not to tell anyone my name. Before she got me out of….there. She told me bad people can do bad things if they know it.”
Lucion knelt. “I promise, little one, I won’t let anyone harm you if I can help it. I only want to help you.”
A second passed, and another. “Lissa. I’m Lissa.” She said.
“My name is Lucion, little one. Now please, let’s make haste.” He said, gesturing to the ominous structure, framed by the setting sun.
Hours passed, and they travelled in silence. Lucion was able to form a small orb of light to guide his way, but not much else. What can I hope to do there? If it takes this much effort to create light…if there’s danger…
He shook his head. He will find a way. He must. Whatever is there, he could feel it deep in his core. Something rumbling…unnatural. A great and dark power. Something that needed to be dealt with.
Soon, Lissa spoke. “We’re here. But don’t make me go in, Mr. Lucion. Please. You promised.”
Lucion nodded. “Yes, I promised. Thank you Lissa. You were a fantastic help today.”
Lissa beamed. “Thanks Mr. Lucion.” As she dissolved into mist, leaving the Former Exorcist in silence once more.
Lucion entered the cavern, soon finding the floors to be surprisingly manufactured, if scarred from decades of neglect and decay. Lucion wound his way through dark halls and corridors until he found a large, open room.
He jumped slightly as the silence was broken by a cacophony of voices.
“Leave…leave…”
“Who goes there? Who is it?!” Lucion called out.
“Leave before it’s too late…go now! Leave!”
Lucion took an unsteady step back, but his mind flashed, a blinding white, and then he saw disjointed images…a sickly king on his deathbed…advisors warning him against such a horrendous act…the structures aside the cave, tall and proud, amidst a verdant forest…the king being carried to the chamber…the sky staining black, and pulling life to these arcane edifices…life being imbued into the king, restoring him to health.
Lucion gasped, as he shook his head. “All that to cheat death?” His mind reeled under another assault. People in villages being rounded up…men, women, children…even little Lissa. They were herded into this structure, and others…souls ripped from their bodies and harvested like crops, essences pulled into wards to extract their power.
“No…it’s too late…too late…”
Lucion felt a jolt rip through his body…the wards in the room were trying to wrest his soul from his physical form. It almost took him by surprise, but with concentration…
But it hurt…Sweet Avacyn it hurt. And he screamed. For his fallen protectors…the spirits he aided…anyone who would listen.
“LET HIM GO, YOU MEANIE!”
A streak of light bolted into the antechamber and slammed into a device in the far wall. Lissa…Lissa sacrificed herself to…
No.
No, I will not let her be hurt like that…
Lucion’s fury bubbled deep inside him…a fury that resonated with the countelss spirits on the walls…spirits that roused, thrashed…and broke free of their bonds. Lucion roared for the injustice of these spirits, imprisoned and used, and they roared in return. And raged. And destroyed the room, and the device. And then it all went white.
He woke up to see stars…and a recently familiar face. “Lissa…you’re safe.”
He stood uneasily. Flanking the ghostly child were two entities Lucion could only assume were the child’s parents. “Thank you.” The woman said, she would be near tears if she could still weep. “I had given up hope to ever see my dear Lissa again…”
Lucion bowed his head. “It was an honour.” He said. “Now please…rest.”
The family smiled, before dissolving into an array of lights and rising to the heavens with the rest of the freed souls.
Whatever is at play here is bad. Lucion thought. I can’t handle this alone, much less reviving this world, as well…I will need to find help, and return…
He closed his eyes, and thought of his adopted home. But just before he form slipped toward Ravnica, he could swear he heard a peal of thunder above the ruined conduit…
