[He is an angel of the Lord. A Lord he is devoted to entirely, a Lord which he will gladly destroy false idols for. The existence of other gods, even in worlds and dimensions he has never visited? The idea is preposterous, to an angel like Cheriour. He has no time or need or want to think of such things, not while he does his duty.]
[He does his work on Earth diligently. His bloody, bloody work, where he hunts down those humans whose hearts are darkest so that the pure and innocent can survive another day. In a way, he's a dark being, a tool of destruction, used to deliver the final blow of justice in a very dangerous manner. His sword has tasted blood, and it will do so again, over and over...]
[He has finally started to rest for the night, getting in a few hours of sleep before he continues his work. But, when he wakes up, he finds himself not where he was when he went to sleep. Indeed, he finds himself in a...dream-like place. Pieces of land hover in the air, the thick smell of saline and oil hitting his nostrils. He turns his strange clock-eyed gaze over it all, eyebrows furrowing as he gets to his feet.]
W-what? [He has never seen this place before. He's never seen anything even like it, not on Earth, and not even in heaven.] Where...where is this?
[Angel. What an interesting, foreign concept, and yet, how like him. Much like an angel, the Outsider serves the source of all things - after all, that is what the Void is. All creating, all devouring, omnipotent nothingness. Easy to shatter a human mind, but this one should be far enough removed. So he appears in a swirl of blackness, stands on a piece of debris just off the platform Cheriour found himself on, black eyes fixed on his involuntary visitor curiously.]
This is the Void.
[There's no inflection here, only a plain statement.]
[The sudden appearance of the blackness almost makes Cheriour jump in place, and the man that appears is...well, not exactly a very friendly sight. The first thing that comes to mind when he sees those black coal-like eyes is that this is a demon, a creature of the night, and Cheriour reaches towards his sword...only to have his hands helplessly gasp at air. His sword isn't on his hilt.]
[The alarm and surprise rises horrendous as he steps back, trying to comprehend what is going on. Has...has he been kidnapped? He can't sense the other is a demon, which is strange, but...there's something very, very strange about all of this.]
[He'd prefer not to be attacked. It would be as pointless as it would be boring, so the Outsider just cants his head to the side and waits where he is, wondering if the angel will get his bearings. He's not a demon, for sure. Powerful, but neither a good being nor an evil one. In fact, once Cheriour tries to sense anything, he might sense that the entirety of the place he is in feels much the same, like ancient sentient power.]
You don't need to worry. When you wake up you will be returned just where you were.
[Yes, yes, this...feels like a dream. Though none of his dreams have been quite like this. He relaxes somewhat, but there's still a sense of wariness about this. Something about it seems off, and this strange fellow, with his strange eyes, is not helping. This entire place feels...powerful. Unknown. Like he's standing on the edge of a black hole, faced full front with it's intensity. Like the Lord he serves, but...older than that, somehow, which is quite an odd thought indeed.]
But if I am dreaming, why would I...return? Am I actually somewhere else?
[No use getting into the details of how their dimensions really shouldn't be intersecting. That's really not the interesting part here, after all, it's not even a problem to solve or a choice to make.]
[Well, the man wasn't going and saying "YOU, ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME" so...perhaps he didn't know what he was, Cheriour thought. He stares before answering, folding his arms.]
Ah, yes! I'm an angel of the Lord, sir. And if you "too" are bound to a higher power, then...who do you serve, exactly? And what are you? You don't feel like a demon...
[Now that's a new concept he's not used to;. Fake idols, yes, other gods, yes, but...a place? An abyss? He boggles at the other, staring over his shoulder into the vastness of space.]
[A representative of a void, both literal and metaphorical...]
[His attention snaps back to the Outside at the last statement, and he nods.]
Er, yes, I do. The god who created and crafted me, humanity and the universe... serve Him in all things.
Yes, there are many. Hundreds of brothers and sisters, all working for Him...we know nothing else, and we were born for nothing else.
[He smiles, nodding.]
Yes, we do. Some of my brethren, they live among the humans, guiding them. Others manage the stars and days and time. I, well, I eliminate evil, wherever it lurks. Everyone is important in their own respect!
We have no need for that here. All things, stars and elements have settled into their own patterns, and as it turns out, humans like to hunt down their understanding of evil whereever they find it, as well.
[That last bit might have a sarcastic note. Possibly. A little.]
But is this place not somewhere near Earth? How can it not work by similar principles? Or does it...does it only exist in my dreams?
[He shakes his head. This all makes his mind spin.]
Yes, but...humans are fallible. They need guidance, especially with the forces of evil who seek to pull them away at every turn. That is why my role is important.
But if my Lord created all that exists, then...are you saying that He didn't create you or this Void of yours, as well?
[He frowns, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. This is...not something he can simply logic away with the reason he knows. That smile is not helping.]
I...well, yes and no. The one who brought evil into this world was an archangel by the name of Lucifer. He Fell, as in....he was banished from Heaven, and he took it upon himself to lead humanity astray. His deeds created the dark creatures known as demons, who serve him much like we angels serve the Lord.
There are neither angels nor demons here. No path, and nothing for people to be led astray from. Even the great cult trying to instill morals in the population speaks nothing of a creating lord. If the one you serve truly had created this place as well, would he leave it all with none of you to watch over it?
Yes and no. I was human once. About fourthousand years ago, living in a world that was and still remains untroubled by your kind or your enemies. But the Void needed someone to be Its voice, and I gave myself to it. So I became what I am now.
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[He does his work on Earth diligently. His bloody, bloody work, where he hunts down those humans whose hearts are darkest so that the pure and innocent can survive another day. In a way, he's a dark being, a tool of destruction, used to deliver the final blow of justice in a very dangerous manner. His sword has tasted blood, and it will do so again, over and over...]
[He has finally started to rest for the night, getting in a few hours of sleep before he continues his work. But, when he wakes up, he finds himself not where he was when he went to sleep. Indeed, he finds himself in a...dream-like place. Pieces of land hover in the air, the thick smell of saline and oil hitting his nostrils. He turns his strange clock-eyed gaze over it all, eyebrows furrowing as he gets to his feet.]
W-what? [He has never seen this place before. He's never seen anything even like it, not on Earth, and not even in heaven.] Where...where is this?
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This is the Void.
[There's no inflection here, only a plain statement.]
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[The alarm and surprise rises horrendous as he steps back, trying to comprehend what is going on. Has...has he been kidnapped? He can't sense the other is a demon, which is strange, but...there's something very, very strange about all of this.]
What? Who...who are you? What is this?!
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[He'd prefer not to be attacked. It would be as pointless as it would be boring, so the Outsider just cants his head to the side and waits where he is, wondering if the angel will get his bearings.
He's not a demon, for sure. Powerful, but neither a good being nor an evil one. In fact, once Cheriour tries to sense anything, he might sense that the entirety of the place he is in feels much the same, like ancient sentient power.]
You don't need to worry. When you wake up you will be returned just where you were.
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[Yes, yes, this...feels like a dream. Though none of his dreams have been quite like this. He relaxes somewhat, but there's still a sense of wariness about this. Something about it seems off, and this strange fellow, with his strange eyes, is not helping. This entire place feels...powerful. Unknown. Like he's standing on the edge of a black hole, faced full front with it's intensity. Like the Lord he serves, but...older than that, somehow, which is quite an odd thought indeed.]
But if I am dreaming, why would I...return? Am I actually somewhere else?
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[No use getting into the details of how their dimensions really shouldn't be intersecting. That's really not the interesting part here, after all, it's not even a problem to solve or a choice to make.]
I understand you too are bound to a higher power.
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[Well, the man wasn't going and saying "YOU, ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME" so...perhaps he didn't know what he was, Cheriour thought. He stares before answering, folding his arms.]
Ah, yes! I'm an angel of the Lord, sir. And if you "too" are bound to a higher power, then...who do you serve, exactly? And what are you? You don't feel like a demon...
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[He wonders what an "angel" might be, and who his lord is, but he supposes he can find out.]
There are those who consider me a god, but my nature is more that of a ... representative, if you will.
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[Not a name he knows. Intriguing. The statement about being a "god" makes Cheriour frown slightly.]
Hmm. A representative for who, exactly?
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[The Outsider gestures at the vast abyss beyond him.]
It isn't possible for the Void to interact with mortal beings without them being destroyed by it. And that is why I exist.
[And he crosses his arms, forges on. He's not here to talk about himself.]
So you say you serve a someone.
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[Now that's a new concept he's not used to;. Fake idols, yes, other gods, yes, but...a place? An abyss? He boggles at the other, staring over his shoulder into the vastness of space.]
[A representative of a void, both literal and metaphorical...]
[His attention snaps back to the Outside at the last statement, and he nods.]
Er, yes, I do. The god who created and crafted me, humanity and the universe... serve Him in all things.
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[But there are things to consider, here. He's never thought of creation as a planned thing, never even imagined it.]
So he made all, and with some kind of purpose in mind.
[... How strange.]
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[It's a struggle to wrap his mind around this, don't think you're the only one confused, Outsider.]
Yes! Yes, He did. And He created me and my brethren, so we could help and serve Him in our duties.
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[Still getting used to the word.]
Do you all have different tasks?
[Since that must be a pretty big and elaborate plan.]
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[He smiles, nodding.]
Yes, we do. Some of my brethren, they live among the humans, guiding them. Others manage the stars and days and time. I, well, I eliminate evil, wherever it lurks. Everyone is important in their own respect!
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[That last bit might have a sarcastic note. Possibly. A little.]
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[He shakes his head. This all makes his mind spin.]
Yes, but...humans are fallible. They need guidance, especially with the forces of evil who seek to pull them away at every turn. That is why my role is important.
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[Besides, how many omnipotent creative entities can exist near each other? Any more than one seems like a critical mass.]
Forces of evil? [There's a wry smile.]
Did your lord create them as well?
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[He frowns, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. This is...not something he can simply logic away with the reason he knows. That smile is not helping.]
I...well, yes and no. The one who brought evil into this world was an archangel by the name of Lucifer. He Fell, as in....he was banished from Heaven, and he took it upon himself to lead humanity astray. His deeds created the dark creatures known as demons, who serve him much like we angels serve the Lord.
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[Because that wouldn't line up, would it?]
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[He taps his foot against the stone beneath him, frown ever present on his face.]
It's...concerning. Impossible, really! And yet, you persist and exist as if t doesn't concern you.
Sir, did this Void create you, then?
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