[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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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 subject
[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.
no subject
[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...
no subject
[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.
no subject
[Not a name he knows. Intriguing. The statement about being a "god" makes Cheriour frown slightly.]
Hmm. A representative for who, exactly?
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[Still getting used to the word.]
Do you all have different tasks?
[Since that must be a pretty big and elaborate plan.]
no subject
[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!
no subject
[That last bit might have a sarcastic note. Possibly. A little.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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?
no subject
[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.
no subject
[Because that wouldn't line up, would it?]
no subject
[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?
no subject