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asgardeventide2012-05-17 12:57 pm
clockeyes) wrote in asgardeventide2012-05-17 12:57 pm
seventh minute [accidental video]
[The video opens to Cheriour sitting on a bench, surrounded by Faceless people. His bracelet is to the side, and one can see that he’s got a book named “Fairytales and Other Stories” opened in front of him, and a Faceless girl is pointing at one story in the table of contents over his shoulder.]
You really want me to read this one? [His face falls somewhat, but he nods.] Um,okay. If you really want to hear it, then I guess I'll tell it. I warn you, it's not really one with a happy ending...
[But the Faceless girl just keeps pointing at the book, and Cheriour lets out a sigh, not being able to say no. He props the book on his knees, and after a pause, starts to read aloud, voice calm and steady.]
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom where a king and his four sons lived, the four princes of the kingdom. Their mother had passed not long after the fourth prince had been born, and they were yet unwedded, choosing to focus more on the success of keeping the kingdom the way it had been for many years than focus on finding love. Recently, the king's health had been failing as well, which made their job all the more harder as they tried their best to help their father in his duties.
The four princes were all handsome and brave and kind...except for the youngest. For in the youngest's heart, a seed of greed and want for power had started to grow. He realized that his position as the youngest meant that he would have to wait many, many years to get the throne, for his brothers would go ahead of him. Patience was not one of the prince's virtues, and he came up with a very evil plan.
He would kill his brothers. One by one, until he got the throne he believed he deserved. His father, the king, was going to die soon, anyways, and so, nothing would stop him from ruling over the kingdom.
One day, he invited the third brother out for a hunting expedition, just the two of them on their own.The two found a fox, bright as fire, and chased after it, their horses rushing after it as if the devil himself was on their heels. It was a merry chase.
Sometime later, though, the youngest prince rode back, eyes running with tears. His brother had fallen off his horse and broken his neck, he said. Everyone mourned at the death, even the evil prince, but his tears were nothing more than the tears of a crocodile after it eats its meal. For he, in actuality, had killed his brother by pushing him from the horse and breaking his neck himself.
A month or so later, the second brother was asked by the evil prince to go and check the state of a faraway village that had been having troubles with taxes and such. The second prince agreed, and rode off. Along the way, he spotted what looked to be an elderly woman collapsed on the side of the road, and stopped to inquire what was the matter. However, when he approached her, the "old woman" took off her disguise, revealing a very ugly-looking bandit.
The second brother's body was discovered, bashed and bruised, in the middle of the road in the morning. Once again, the kingdom mourned, and the evil prince smiled to himself, because he had hired that bandit under a false name. Meanwhile, his father grew sicker and sicker, and it looked like life would not stay with him anytime soon.
For the final brother, the evil prince knew he had to be more crafty, because the first brother was the strongest and the smartest one out of all of them. The evil prince decided that poison was the way to kill him, and decided to go to the slums in disguise, hearing that there was a famous poison maker who lived there. He finally came upon him, a tiny man huddled in so many rags, that the only thing you could see of his face was his nose sticking out of them.
"Sir," said the evil prince. "I heard that you have powerful poisons for sale. Which one is the quickest at bringing death? I am willing to pay as much as possible for it."
The poison maker pulled out a small glass bottle, but did not hand it to the prince right away. "Have you heard of the Clock Man?" He said, in a high reedy voice. “He’s a terrible creature who hunts down those who have the most tainted hearts, especially those of people who have committed terrible crimes and have gotten away with them time and time again. To be his prey is certain death. If you use this poison…then it will, guaranteed, draw the attention of the Clock Man if you have committed any murders or such before. To use it, you have to pour it into his ears while he is sleeping.”
The evil prince laughed, not believing a word and snatched the bottle out of his hands and threw a few gold coins in exchange, and stormed off, ready to kill his brother.
That night, he silently made his way to his brother’s room, carrying the poison with him. But when he was right before his door, there was a sudden sound.
The sound of ticking.
Not being deterred, he opened the door, and saw to his very surprise, not his brother sleeping, but the poison maker standing in the middle of the room.
The poison maker tore off his rags, and stood up to his full height, revealing himself to be the terrible creature he was- he had been the Clock Man all along. His legs were spindly, his fingers long and thin, his teeth, sharp as a sharks, and his eyes were clocks, ticking loudly with every step he made towards the evil prince.
[Suddenly, Cheriour pauses. His expression is unreadable, and he lets the book fall to his lap, revealing the illustration on the other side of the page. If one is looking carefully, one can see his hands trembling.]
…
“You, you evil prince,” the Clock Man said, smiling like a knife, “Have performed deeds that have tainted to no end. I can smell it. Your heart, so darkened. I warned you, before. But you didn’t listen.”
The prince, frightened out of his wits, fell to his knees, starting to cry. “Please, spare me! I won’t even poison my brother right now. Give me another chance!”
But the Clock Man laughed.
“You tears do not move me. You killed and were going to kill again. For that, I must do what I always do.”
[The angel pauses.]
And with that, the Clock Man reached in and tore out his beating heart. He then flew back to his abode, where he hung the darkened heart as a pendulum to use for his giant clocks, and he marveled in having found such a tainted heart to use. To this day, he hunts down those whose hearts are darkest and kills them in order to provide the pendulums he always needs to replace.
[Cheriour falls silent and closes the book, staring at the group of Faceless people around him with a sad expression.]
The moral of the story is…there are always consequences for what you do. No matter what. Or another moral, I guess, is that there is always someone worse than the worst person out there...
[And the people just stare back as he puts the book under his shoulder, preparing to leave, when he suddenly, with slight horror, notices his bracelet blinking at him to the side.]
Wait, what, this was on?!
[OOC: TL;DR basically there's an evil prince who kills his brothers and gets punished in return by a terrifying creature (who happens to have some similarities to said angel reading the tale) who uses the prince's tainted heart as a pendulum. SORRY FOR THE LONGNESS I couldn't help it. ;;]
You really want me to read this one? [His face falls somewhat, but he nods.] Um,okay. If you really want to hear it, then I guess I'll tell it. I warn you, it's not really one with a happy ending...
[But the Faceless girl just keeps pointing at the book, and Cheriour lets out a sigh, not being able to say no. He props the book on his knees, and after a pause, starts to read aloud, voice calm and steady.]
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom where a king and his four sons lived, the four princes of the kingdom. Their mother had passed not long after the fourth prince had been born, and they were yet unwedded, choosing to focus more on the success of keeping the kingdom the way it had been for many years than focus on finding love. Recently, the king's health had been failing as well, which made their job all the more harder as they tried their best to help their father in his duties.
The four princes were all handsome and brave and kind...except for the youngest. For in the youngest's heart, a seed of greed and want for power had started to grow. He realized that his position as the youngest meant that he would have to wait many, many years to get the throne, for his brothers would go ahead of him. Patience was not one of the prince's virtues, and he came up with a very evil plan.
He would kill his brothers. One by one, until he got the throne he believed he deserved. His father, the king, was going to die soon, anyways, and so, nothing would stop him from ruling over the kingdom.
One day, he invited the third brother out for a hunting expedition, just the two of them on their own.The two found a fox, bright as fire, and chased after it, their horses rushing after it as if the devil himself was on their heels. It was a merry chase.
Sometime later, though, the youngest prince rode back, eyes running with tears. His brother had fallen off his horse and broken his neck, he said. Everyone mourned at the death, even the evil prince, but his tears were nothing more than the tears of a crocodile after it eats its meal. For he, in actuality, had killed his brother by pushing him from the horse and breaking his neck himself.
A month or so later, the second brother was asked by the evil prince to go and check the state of a faraway village that had been having troubles with taxes and such. The second prince agreed, and rode off. Along the way, he spotted what looked to be an elderly woman collapsed on the side of the road, and stopped to inquire what was the matter. However, when he approached her, the "old woman" took off her disguise, revealing a very ugly-looking bandit.
The second brother's body was discovered, bashed and bruised, in the middle of the road in the morning. Once again, the kingdom mourned, and the evil prince smiled to himself, because he had hired that bandit under a false name. Meanwhile, his father grew sicker and sicker, and it looked like life would not stay with him anytime soon.
For the final brother, the evil prince knew he had to be more crafty, because the first brother was the strongest and the smartest one out of all of them. The evil prince decided that poison was the way to kill him, and decided to go to the slums in disguise, hearing that there was a famous poison maker who lived there. He finally came upon him, a tiny man huddled in so many rags, that the only thing you could see of his face was his nose sticking out of them.
"Sir," said the evil prince. "I heard that you have powerful poisons for sale. Which one is the quickest at bringing death? I am willing to pay as much as possible for it."
The poison maker pulled out a small glass bottle, but did not hand it to the prince right away. "Have you heard of the Clock Man?" He said, in a high reedy voice. “He’s a terrible creature who hunts down those who have the most tainted hearts, especially those of people who have committed terrible crimes and have gotten away with them time and time again. To be his prey is certain death. If you use this poison…then it will, guaranteed, draw the attention of the Clock Man if you have committed any murders or such before. To use it, you have to pour it into his ears while he is sleeping.”
The evil prince laughed, not believing a word and snatched the bottle out of his hands and threw a few gold coins in exchange, and stormed off, ready to kill his brother.
That night, he silently made his way to his brother’s room, carrying the poison with him. But when he was right before his door, there was a sudden sound.
The sound of ticking.
Not being deterred, he opened the door, and saw to his very surprise, not his brother sleeping, but the poison maker standing in the middle of the room.
The poison maker tore off his rags, and stood up to his full height, revealing himself to be the terrible creature he was- he had been the Clock Man all along. His legs were spindly, his fingers long and thin, his teeth, sharp as a sharks, and his eyes were clocks, ticking loudly with every step he made towards the evil prince.
[Suddenly, Cheriour pauses. His expression is unreadable, and he lets the book fall to his lap, revealing the illustration on the other side of the page. If one is looking carefully, one can see his hands trembling.]
…
“You, you evil prince,” the Clock Man said, smiling like a knife, “Have performed deeds that have tainted to no end. I can smell it. Your heart, so darkened. I warned you, before. But you didn’t listen.”
The prince, frightened out of his wits, fell to his knees, starting to cry. “Please, spare me! I won’t even poison my brother right now. Give me another chance!”
But the Clock Man laughed.
“You tears do not move me. You killed and were going to kill again. For that, I must do what I always do.”
[The angel pauses.]
And with that, the Clock Man reached in and tore out his beating heart. He then flew back to his abode, where he hung the darkened heart as a pendulum to use for his giant clocks, and he marveled in having found such a tainted heart to use. To this day, he hunts down those whose hearts are darkest and kills them in order to provide the pendulums he always needs to replace.
[Cheriour falls silent and closes the book, staring at the group of Faceless people around him with a sad expression.]
The moral of the story is…there are always consequences for what you do. No matter what. Or another moral, I guess, is that there is always someone worse than the worst person out there...
[And the people just stare back as he puts the book under his shoulder, preparing to leave, when he suddenly, with slight horror, notices his bracelet blinking at him to the side.]
Wait, what, this was on?!
[OOC: TL;DR basically there's an evil prince who kills his brothers and gets punished in return by a terrifying creature (who happens to have some similarities to said angel reading the tale) who uses the prince's tainted heart as a pendulum. SORRY FOR THE LONGNESS I couldn't help it. ;;]
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[Lucifer doesn't mean it to be an insult, and states it coolly, because he is just being factual. Actually, he's pretty sure that was a torture in vogue for a few decades in the pain fields of Hell, but he didn't exactly keep up with the trends of the demons under him.
Also, perhaps notably, Lucifer has elected away from the more egotistic choice of video. He's keeping the transformation of his wings relatively under the radar until it suits him otherwise.]
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...Well, tell that to the human being who wrote it.
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[The shrug is clear in his voice, but he continues with only barely a pause]
More interesting than that, your hands were trembling when you showed that picture. Anything that can unnerve an angel is of interest to me, you understand.
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[His face darkens somewhat.]
It was a terrifying illustration for a children's book of stories. That's why it unnverved me. That's all.
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[There's a pause, but then he adds lightly,] But I'm not that interested. If you were Amandiel, perhaps, but I've been tying to be the bigger person and forget past grudges, but angels make that quite difficult. You would think a couple hundred thousand years would be enough to let bygones be bygones, but no.
[Of course, that's light and sarcastic, because he hasn't exactly done anything to improve the Host's opinion of him. In his mind, they're all just jealous that he's such a baller. Essentially.]
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[A "hmmmph".] Considering who you are and what you've done...I don't find that surprising at all. And don't you worry, we angels don't easily forget and forgive what you've done, either. We're on the same page, isn't that nice?