Comic Vine Universe Origin of Naamah
It was a nice day when the proverbial sh*t-storm struck us ALL. When I say US I mean us Angels not you humans. And when I say it was a nice day... I mean it was nice in general because day wasn't called day yet. It was just called light and it was always light, and it was always nice. I know that sounds very vague and kind of confusing, but that was exactly what it was. There was no night, because there was no darkness. But that was all about to change.
I remember because I was there, I saw it all.
To say the look on Fathers face was priceless would be a underestimation of how much such a thing would cost, how much it did cost. It cost so many of us. Too many. It all started with a question. A rather rudely worded question, but a question all the same. My dear sweet younger brother asked our Father as he held his hand out towards him with the middle digit of his right hand sticking up at him. Lucifer "The Morning Star" we all called him before now was the one asking the question. Which was phrased as so, and I quote. "What makes you so High and Mighty?"
Father was not amused.
After that a few more words were uttered back and forth between them, before the sides were divided. Most of us stuck with Father myself included, but many sided with baby brother as well. Many looked up too him as a King in his own right for only Metatron and myself were born before our rebellious sibling. Metatron was the first of us and the most powerful, no one questioned that. That was what the argument was all about in the first place. Lucifer was angry with father for giving his favor to Metatron being the oldest and first son, which just was the way of things. This didn't all come crashing down over night mind you it was built up over countless eons of inner chaos being suppressed. He finally just snapped.
Watching a Seraph snap is one thing, it was a sight to behold for sure... But when compared to watching Elohim the creator snap back as a result of which... It was easy to ignore. None of us had seen father so much as shout before this point, but that had all changed. It almost shattered all of us down to nothing at all. All of everything that there ever was almost went "Poof" disappeared from the cosmos, never to be remembered again. I had too do something. I sang a song to father. The best song I had ever sang, as good as I could. It was a song about love and forgiveness. It calmed his rage. But not without its price.
I was recruited into his army against the rogue angels that sided with Lucifer. It was to be a battle. A concept that was new to us. None of us had battled before this. At first we just exchanged words with one another that were not exactly the kind of words that one would want small children to hear. But like all conflicts with time and pressure things escalated. After the verbal abuse was no longer giving us the gratification we were looking for, we started having physical contests. Races, wrestling matches and the like. This was much more effective and many arguments were won in this fashion and many side switches and extensive apologies were exchanged. But the most important apology the only one that mattered a son to his father had not, and had no signs of ever likely happening.
The truth behind this was unknown to me at the time but I have recently talked to Lucifer and I have it on good authority that Mephistopheles had a lot to do with this factor. It seems that even after Lucifer and father had stopped talking to one another, Mephistopheles who was the angel of divine retribution before the fall was piss drunk and contently throwing more fuel on the fire so to say. And so soon we were fighting again, and this is when the very first weapons were forged from the fires of creation themselves. The very first weapon ever made was a staff, it had no sharp ends and was not effective at gorging a foe, but it could handout quite the thrashing in the correct hands. It was much, much later that shields, then spears, and then finally swords were crafted.
A bloody war that lasted eons raged on. Until the strongest of the rebels finally marched their ways into the very thrown-room of daddy himself. Metatron was not aloud to fight directly due to the fact that none would engage him in open battle, so the order to defeat Lucifer and cast him down into a pit that would be later known as Salt Lake City Utah, was opened up by our fathers willpower alone. And thus... Hell was born. A special weapon was forged along with it, a weapon created from the very light of heaven and tempered by the darkness of the great abyss. A mace. The very mace I hold in my hands today.
I was armed and suited for war. This was difficult for me for I was "LOVE" the purest love. Before my own fall from grace I was born of Gods Love. The first time God felt Love for my older brother Metatron I was born out of that concept. That is how all angels had come to be. We are the personification of the very concepts of reality itself. Lucifer was light. Metatron is fathers voice to his creation.
I digress I am getting off topic... I will tell you more about the first thirteen at a later date, now we talk about the start of my current state of being. My origins if you will. Okay so I was handed my mace and suited in the best armor we had to offer at the time, which was still better than most of the crap we have here on earth. Well when the time came for me to crush Lucifer under my booted heel, I could not. I threw my mace down and tried to make peace between the two sides. It was far to late, and it was not up to me in the first place. I was pushed aside and the orders were passed down to the youngest and weakest of us Seraph. Micheal was eager to carryout his new duties as well, and luck was on his side indeed due to father bestowing him with his own Almighty prowess.
The rest happened just the way they say it did. The light won and cast the darkness down into the abyss. A fate I myself was worried about for my own act of disobedience. But I was spared if you want to call it that. No... Instead I was spared hell and I was sent down to earth. Stuck on a rock with a bunch on stupid monkeys for the rest of eternity... Cut away from all of my family. The light and the dark. At least in hell I would have had my family. Well that sums up the first part of my sad story pretty darn well, I hope you enjoyed it or whatever. Like I give a sh*t.
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