Post by Satan on Feb 28, 2011 0:16:43 GMT -7
Lucifer had never been good at holding back His temper, and that is another factor that undoubtedly played in His removal of Heaven. But for who He is, He's doing a very good job in Michael's company. With the flames He caused extinguished by His brother, Satan takes a step back as the ground surrounding them begins to shake violently, splitting apart between the two of them. For any mortal it would be the moment to panic and scurry and all the other pathetic things mortals do, but this was yet another one of the Devil's more show off-y ways of getting back to His kingdom.
"It's not an opinion, Michael. It's a fact." He says as calmly as he can, keeping His eyes focused on Michael still as the ground is ripped apart, the deep red glow from Hell peeking through the earth's cracked surface after a few more moments of splitting. Even from this great distance above Hell, screams could be heard clearly; by the two angels at least. As if the victims were only ten feet away. The very sound of the tortured souls down there has Satan grinning pretty widely, always taking pleasure in the torment of others.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, brother. And the survivors, too. I'll be back sooner than you think." He says as His very form begins to dematerialize from His more human looking form to what was most likely His very first, original form. In Hell, that is. His wings that'd been created to be pure white and covered with plush feathers were now scorched by the fires of Hell, the skeletal make-up of them showing through in some areas. No good to fly with anymore, though they were still enough to help with His descent. The only other visible change at that point was the sprouting of black horns, the curve of which didn't resemble any earth-animal but something more akin to what a dragon's could look like; long enough to have one spiral but pointing upward and outward instead of curling like many species of goat. Without moving His wings yet, Satan hovered above the splitting ground, waiting for there to be a big enough pit for Him to fall through, a raging black fire looking as if it was the thing responsible for holding Him up.
"It's not an opinion, Michael. It's a fact." He says as calmly as he can, keeping His eyes focused on Michael still as the ground is ripped apart, the deep red glow from Hell peeking through the earth's cracked surface after a few more moments of splitting. Even from this great distance above Hell, screams could be heard clearly; by the two angels at least. As if the victims were only ten feet away. The very sound of the tortured souls down there has Satan grinning pretty widely, always taking pleasure in the torment of others.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, brother. And the survivors, too. I'll be back sooner than you think." He says as His very form begins to dematerialize from His more human looking form to what was most likely His very first, original form. In Hell, that is. His wings that'd been created to be pure white and covered with plush feathers were now scorched by the fires of Hell, the skeletal make-up of them showing through in some areas. No good to fly with anymore, though they were still enough to help with His descent. The only other visible change at that point was the sprouting of black horns, the curve of which didn't resemble any earth-animal but something more akin to what a dragon's could look like; long enough to have one spiral but pointing upward and outward instead of curling like many species of goat. Without moving His wings yet, Satan hovered above the splitting ground, waiting for there to be a big enough pit for Him to fall through, a raging black fire looking as if it was the thing responsible for holding Him up.
