I was playing with my steven. It's a spinney toy, black framework around a dazzling plastic disk with reflective coatings on it.
My daddy gave it to me as a gift, because I was very sad one day.
And also lonely.
I am just a ram. Very skinny. I have...a trust problem with people. I don't know why, and I think it's a lot of reasons why I cannot make friends.
It's not that I have a trust problem. It's more that I try to get close to others, and they push me away.
I'm standing around my bedroom playing with my steven~ I have a string that goes through a hole in the metal bit that connects the spinner to the frame.
I like to pull it, and watch it go WRRRRRRRRR!!!!
It's great!
I love my steven!
He spins in place. Kinda like...me.
And that is okay!
I'm walking out of my room as my toy spins and spins.
My daddy is on the couch, playing on the Playstation. He's got Vigilante 8 on, and appears to be playing as the character Beez Wax. If you've ever played Twisted Metal, it's just like that, but waaaaaay more destructible!
I coddle over to my father and cuddle his leg, bruishing my face agasint him without warning. "Thank you for my steven, daddy..." I didn't look to see his reaction. I brushed, said something nice, and left back to my room.
I am happy.
I'm back to spinning my steven again, the metallic-like finish on the disk so...bewildering!
Spin-spin-spin-spin-spin---
{*Knock* *Knock*}
"Nyegh?!~ W-whos there?!" I immediately tense up for no reason!
"S-uuuun~ It's your dad. Mind if I come in for a moment?" (Who else would be in the house, boy.)
"Oh. Yeah." I clench my legs together forgetting I was in my room. "Yeah-yeah! C-come in! In fact! Stay as long as you like~"
The door was already swinging open during that last sentence. My ram dad, my rammy daddy. I am his ram! hehehe~
His beard was nice and long. Not by an old persons standards, no. more like, a sort of well groomed length of beard that didn't sit under the chin nor stand with hairs; if a beard sat, this one commanded- if hairs stood on by, these ones were in constant salute.
He stroked his chin, looking me in the eyes. "Son. Are you...'active?'"
I sat there, I swayed my hips. I subconsciously put a finger to my bottom lip. "Daddy...?" My head dipped a bit, my eyes looked upwards to his.
"Okay! You are definitely active mister!" He said reeling back.
"Buh daddy! Wh-whaz active mean?!?" I'm feeling hysterical!
"When did you start calling me 'daddy' anyway? You've never called me that before...five minutes ago?! You sir...are active."
I clench the top of my horns and I curl up a bit. "Is being 'active' a bad thing?!"
"No, it's-"
"I don't mean to act out daddy! I'm sorry!"
"Wait, what-?"
"I-I-I-I'm being active! I'm acting out! I'm soooorry daaaddy!~"
And...I'm sitting there crying. Dad is shaking his head, clearly somewhat amused by my misunderstanding.
I could feel I put my dad in a pinch- I felt he wanted to leave...but at the same time, didn't want to abandon me.
Ahhhaaa...I had no idea what was actually happening. I was basically told it was heat.
"You're just horny, that's all."
Plain and simple.
"R...really?"
This was all I needed to know at the time. And very soon, I would be indoctrinated into a world of absolute control.
He came up close to me. My dad was...within kissing distance. My heart swelled. He placed his left palm under my right ear, and then spoke the words, "Go to sleep for now."
I felt my eyes getting...heavy. Why was it hard to stay awake? My head spun for a couple seconds from left and right...The bedroom getting darker. I see the ceiling rush over me as I apparently fall. My head hits the pillow--!
{Sometime later...}
I wake up. The world is still light time. Day time. I see the facial structure of my father, his thick horns resting upon his head, famed beard, and an easy smile. "I woke up and you are here...wonderful..." I reach up to brush his eased smile which hovered over mine.
"Hello. Yes. I am here. So. Tell me, son. Have you...stroked anyone?"
"Just you...daddy..."
"...Where and when did you stroke me, my child?" His face nudged right, as if wanting me to confess to something disastrously.
"On your face...when I woke up...here...right now...is that bad?" I drop my hands down, feeling that I may have crossed some sort of boundary.
Immediately, dad pulls up away. "Hmmph! You are telling the truth! So! Ivvinay Lee Ramjorma, have you been around other people, having sex, touching, or any other adult stuff?"
I pull the covers up to my face. "No!" I spout!
"Another...truth??? How odd. I expected you to fornicate with otherrrrrrrrrrrr----"
I'm watching carefully as dad is making that 'R' sound after what he said. Seems like he's trying to change the subject-
"-Other Michelin tires are better brand than other tires! If your tire pops in your car, it wasn't a Michelin brand tire of tires!"
"Uuuuhhh..." Okay.
"You get it, right?" He was gesturing with his hands as if I were to learn something from all this.
"Mmmm...No." I was sincere.
Dad hung his head down, and brought it back up whilst palming his forehead. "For whatever reason, it damaged me that you are being this sincere."
"Uhm-"
"Shh-shh! Don't talk for a moment! Okay? So...I went into your memories to see who else you were 'active' with. Apparently, it's just recently happened. Today. Which is good, because this means I caught it."
I'm sitting there with an understanding that I am being told important informations. I nod, not saying a word.
He proceeds.
"It's not so much that you are...horny. And it's not a heat cycle either. Understand?"
I look both ways unsure. I shake my head.
"So...you actually know nothing, correct?" He squints his eyes.
I think about what my dad said. I wasn't sure if a nod or a shake would suffice. He clearly sees my confusion. "C...correct?"
"All right."
Claps.
He sits right next to me. "You are a lust demon."
He pauses.
I pause.
Dad is just...looking forward.
"Is this a game-?"
"-No." Prompt answer, quick, no room for error.
My heart races a bit.
"Are you a..."
"Am I a lust demon? No. I am something far more...far, FAR more."
I nod. "Is it best...if I do not press this issue farther, father?"
That got a big smile out of him. "'Farther father'...'farther father'...you know what? You could have called me daddy, but you didn't. Instead, you used a different word in place to make what you said more...hmm...poetic? It was..."
"Yeah?" I quip.
"-Jus' jus' shut up for a second. I liked what you said there. farther father...its the 'R' in it that makes it...mmmm..."
Daddy kind of spins around, heads for the door, and leaves on a whim.
(From the other side of the door,) "Okay, I just realized you seduced me there with pretty words." His voice cracks. "Was that some sort of joke because I was doing the Rrrrrrrr....thing? So you for whatever reason decided to put an 'R' in father, and make it farther into some...jibber yam that I...because of...Rrrrrrrr...?"
I hear my dad padding away, trying to escape the strings I must have placed into his heart.
(Father was farther beyond the rooms door still,) "Press the issue farther...don't do it...okay...I see how you work...damn...I thought I'd be immune...fuck..."
I'm paying attention completely. I have nothing else to do, but listen to him being...loinful towards me.
A much silenter, "...Fuck."
I am now sitting patiently in my room, feet paws dangling off the bed.
"This is fun." I say to myself. "I should have even more fun!" I'm pumped up! "I should see if my daddy wants to play with me!"
"No! Not right now! Just...maybe later?! Okay?!" Says dad, muffled by the walls of the house. Plywood and insulation not quite a sound barrier.
He heard me clearly.
"Not even Vigilante 8?"
"Na--... ...Maybe. Just-- play with your steven for a bit or something, okay?!"
"Auah!" I gasp! "My steven!"
I grab my steven and play with it, using the string to spin it very fast! contained in it's unit to free spin at mach speeds, it's light of phantisma generates excitement in my belly!
"Oh god I cannot believe daddy gave me such a fun toy!!"
"FUCK!" (Yet again, from the other side of the house, followed by toilet flushing.)
Stomping. Stomping in the house. Door slam. My door opens. He looks excited for something!
"SON!!"
"Daddy~!" I hop up and stand in attention!
"Did you do that on purpose?!"
"Yes! Uhh, Yes, Sir!" Hands at my sides.
"WHY!!"
"To greet you!"
"Whhaaaaaa-a-a-aAAAAATTT!!!!"
Daddy is fuming!
He's clenching his fists! "Did you make me cum to greet you!!"
"Whah-um-no. You came into my room so I could greet you, sir."
"...Sir? Why are you calling me...Sir?"
"Sorry, I'll call you daddy-"
"Ahh-buh-buh! No...just...I think we are both confused. What? I came in here to greet you? What? What?"
"Huh"
"Son, did you make me come in here?"
"No, you said something about making you come in here to greet me."
A great pause.
Dad points his finger up as if to explain something. "When I said 'cum to greet you,' I didn't mean 'come to greet you' like I was comming to greet you, more like..."
I am so confused, I am watching dad twist his hands around, just trying to say naughty things.
"...like cum, you know?"
My mouth gapes a bit, and I sort of...fade abit?
Today is a strange day.
"Okay!" I slam my closed hand down onto my palm. "I will pretend to know what you are talking about, even though I have no idea! That will make this, whatever we are talking about, and or playing, much easier to understand!...I think."
Dad points at me quick like. "Good! Let's keep it that way!"
"Agreed! Game time?!"
"Sure! What game you wanna play? Vigilante 8?"
"No! I wanna play Future cop LAPD!"
"What?! After all that?!!"
"Yeah! I like the skirmish mode!"
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It's about a Sepherims struggles with lust. One wants consent, mutual respect, love for the other, and to spread a kindness to others with big open wings to hug people.
But is constantly being held back.
The other represents a wanton to take control over all the horrible, bad things done to her, and wants...and even needs an outlet to distract from all the bad things she went through. She wants order.
Order...wants to conform to peace, and love. But to control it. Not gain control of it. Wants to use because felt of being used. However, consent wants to take form so as to not to do damage like what was done to her. Wants control. But wants loving control.
Both want love, but rarely receive it.
Denied love, and cannot find order, so is tossed back into chaos since within.
No love, no water, no crying because dying of dehydration.
Withering.
Simply wants somebody to...have had at least somebody in her life.
That did not run away, because of how scary she was.
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Sepherims- (Female)
Sephrahims- (Male)
Arch Angles- (Class of angels ["Sepherhims"])
Sepherhims- (Male and female Sephrahims and Sepherims respectively. ["Species"])
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Marojram, conceptually good, Arch Demon of Chaos and Hatred. He hates evil, and hates bad things, which is good. A representation of chaos and the stirrings of the stars to create order in the world. A representation of hatred towards evil, for punishments he knows about, and has seen too much to really care how hard you pray at the end. But if you are good...he generally stays away, unless one has a question.
He likes to talk. He is also extraordinary powerful.
Marojram knows that existence doesn't come from naught, but from materials at bay to house the light for the dark world. Slain over 9,999 times, he often possess others.
He holds vast amounts of knowledge, and is not biased. He will even condemn his own actions if he finds out he did something.
Whiich he did.
The actions of this Arch Demon is a different side of a different entity, of the same coin. He uses power to time travel, and gain knowledge. His chaotic nature which resides in his black heart compels him to find out what "Chaos" is, (it's anything and everything,) analyze it, learn from it, and store that information for later use that may be acquired for specific purposes for various reasons and/or events that may or may not or ever transpire from told and untold realities visited in the broken galactic time web.
He broke a lot of things.
He was...curious..which was dangerous for everyone.
Marojram was created to fix the broken galactic time web he destroyed when he was created, for destroying everything by total accident.
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Marjoram, Herb of Grace, Deity of Peace and Love. His symbol of authority is the scythe. Though it may be the symbol of Death, in the hands of Peace and Love, it becomes a tool used to fight famine. From a farming implementation, it is also the symbol of prosperity...in his eyes. He wants to show every soul peace and love, even though he knows humans will not like his symbol.
So, he has since adopted a secondary symbol, one of a staff. The head is a 137 sided ball. He feels this new symbol will make the humans more at ease when he does appear.
He is gentle, to say the least. He wants to show comfort, and allow those he is treating therapeutically to sit on one of his six wings. They are quite big, and often uses them to console his Master's creations. Man is his word, and who he follows, because he wants to treat humanity with so many generous gifts.
Marjoram is a healer. He has abilities to mend breaks and even death. However, certain criteria exists for certain things of this caliber to function. As all God created divinities are bound by laws, so are the miracles to behold.
Limitations exist for an obtusely plentiful number of reasons.
The Domain of Death exists within Peace, and Love. As a Deity, Marjoram has several jobs. Sometimes he is requested to guide souls into the afterlife in the name of peace and love. There are a lot who have passed away in anguish, and as the Herb of Grace, speaks to the dead. Unfortunately, there are only so many circumstances in where a person's vessel that has been gone for so long, just cannot come back. Unless if it can. In which case, the soul is simply plucked from the Dim and a new vessel is created, usually in the state/form of pre-death.
Marjoram was created totally by accident. No one knew what to do since he was born as a Cherub of a different... spirit. Usually Cherubs come from...
...
...However, Marojram was created as a fallen demon, one who rebelled against the dark lord. For the briefest of seconds, Hell opened up above and spat out black icor. Hell disappeared after this new born of... who ...was made.
He called himself Marojram. The floor was clouds, people had wings, the structures where white with gold trim.
Somebody came over and pointed a sword at this assuming little boy that fell from the sky!!
"WHO...or what, are you? A demon?"
Correct! "Correct! I AM a demon. Hello! My name is Marojram! What is yours? Good sir?"
The winged man in front of the professed demon walker in the sky looked with furrowed brows. "What kind of truth is that?! Do you ask me my name so you can steal, trade, and or do other mischievous things, even and or remotely to a crime not thereof that by which I have spoken?!"
Nope! "No sir! I asked because It's rude for acquaintances..." I pause. This man is a stranger. "I paused for a second to think about that I do not know you, you are a strange man."
"WHAT?!" Rebuked the skyman. "I know what you said. I am not a strange man. I am an Angel. I am trust worthy. You, however, are not trust worthy. You are a demon. ...You are a demon because you said so. ...Even though you look like a Cherub without wings--YOU!!"
I am listening. "I AM listening."
"Are you a Cheru--is there an echo in here? Are you a Cherub?"
"No sir! I came from Hel-"
"SHUUUUUT!!!!!!!!!"
Shouted the skyman.
"I already told you. I am an Angel, not a Skyman."
Sir? "Sir? May I rebuttal and address that you did not correct me on me calling you a skyman?"
a thought crossed the Angles eyes. More less a thought, more amused at what was going on, but ready for anything. "Okay...? I feel ready for anything."
I called "I called" you "you" a strange man "a skyman first in the veil of other speech" that's what you correctes me on, Angel.
Shimmering armor glorious he, flew back a leap. "I Don't know how you did that. But I heard it clearly this time. You speak...in...parallels...? Twice at once. One is in the shadow of the other. The veil of shadows. Where words are not spoken, but in the mind. The mind... whispering into the mind..." Fluffy wings splayed over from his back wide as he hunched over, drooping in fanned beauty.
The boy only stood where he was when first discovered in these clouds.
Then this is Heaven.
"DANGEROUS!!! Not Cherub. LOOKS harmless... deceitful. Can speak words that others can listen too...without ... speak...speech...speak...ing...??? This is what makes you dangerous.
Thing."
"Oh! Oohh...I'm dangerous. Okay." I simply say.
"Yes. This is correct. It is bad to be dangerous. You understand?"
Correct and yes--"Yes and correct, I understanding."
The Angel gives me a perplexed look. "You say that, but you resume the dark tongue anyway. Aaahnndd...when you do so, your normal speech in it twists, thing. Thing, dark thing. Very incredibly dark thing...you."
"Uhhmm..."
"Even the background from which the veil of your evil says is dark, but the text is white. Nnow I don't knnow what that mmeans, mmbut, everyone else will... Apparently."
"Ah! Well, is there a way for me in this current state of form that you ssee me with your eye balls that by which that I may be become undangerous?"
"Uhm...you said it that way on purpose." Said the Angel of Heaven, tisking. "Yet, I understood what you said. Unfortunately for you, I understood what you said."
"Oh cool, you can understand me."
He rebuked again. Stood tall. Breathed in.
"No. I don't understand you and I do not want to understand you. You are going back to where you belong."
The Great Angel of Heaven nods.
...
...
...I am standing there waiting for...somthing?
"Where do I belong, sir?"
...
...
...
...The Angel is looking at Marojram with great confusion. "You belong in Hell."
He nods again.
"OH! That place! I can't go there."
...
...
"Okay demon, I've been trying to send you back from whence you came since we've been talking. I thought that if I put more power into it and nodded at you, you would go away. But, you are still here. Assuming that what you say is true, YOU can't and or cannot go or return to Hell--WHY IS THAT?!?"
Marojram then said, "Satan banned me from Hell."
"WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH?????????.......... ...... ...... ...... ..... .... Why?"
"I was annoying."
The Angel dropped down, sword clasped to hand, jointed knee up to where he fell. Face downward, wings drooped.
"...You can't...you cannot be serious."
"But I am serious!"
There was an even greater pause. But, the pause was shorter, however with far more intensity.
"I CAN detect lies, you know. But...so far, you have either not lied to me...yet, or my lie detection is...off. in either case, both are bad. I cannot be an Angel which cannot tell if a demon is lying, and we cannot have demons that never lies, because... ...because... ...hmm... ...I just know it's bad, because I cannot detect you lying. Now, I know you are NOT a cherub, because they tell the truth unconditionally...
Which you are currently, and have been doing.
But you also said you are a demon.
Which means, this can only be true.
So! My lie detector is not off, you are a demon, not...cheRHUB...! And you are some sort of... truth demon ...? Is that why you are up here? To...control me somehow? But how?"
"Oh! I'm not here to control you. I was making my daddy angry, he got pissed off, threw me in the deepest part of hell where I saw two puppies-"
"THAT WAS A LIE!!! FINALLY!!! You lied! About ..the....puppies? Whot?? There are no puppies in hell."
"No, but but there are these two bone serpents that I really liked at the very bottom that I thought were cute. I know they are serpents, but I like to call them puppies."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"...Okay. Proceed. Continue with your...tale. With...puppies? I know those serpents down there. How many are down there?"
"Two."
"CORRECT! HOW the...how do you know that number and are still alive? No, hold on, I don't care about that. Proceed."
"I-"
"WAIT!! Before you begin again, tell me about your ...daddy."
"Well. He's big-"
"Yes a lot of demons are big-"
"He's also red-"
"Not that surprising, unless giant sized. Satan doesn't let any red demons get giant sized-"
"He's not 'big' then, he' giant sized."
The Angel took a ...took a shaky breath.
"How much smaller is your daddy compared to...the dark one."
"My daddy is always exactly the same size as my...as the dark one and aformentioned eventhough-was-sort-of-clausicaly-related-to-the-'Dark One', Satan."
"...I think...I am going to ask you a very simple question. TWO questions, actually. Actually, it will be the same question, BUT! ANSWER WHAT I AM ABOUT TO SAY FIRST WITH A LIE!!!!!!!!! Nod if you understand me."
Marojram nods.
"Are you the Son of Satan?"
"No."
"LIAR!!!!!!! GAAAASSSP!!!"
The Angel flew back far. Landed.
"Okay! Answer honesty this time! Are you the Son of the devil!! The son of...Satan?!?!?"
"Affirmative! Correct! Yes!"
I said, loud enough for the Heavens to hear.
"Why are you up here?!? Is this an invasion?? Did the king of darkness finally snap and decide to send his child unto us up here, for...for ....why aren't you attacking me?? Is this some sort of ultimatum?? Are you here on your father's behalf to storm our castles, pillage our farms, and take our powers with the rake of your yolks?! Why? What brings you...here!!"
"Right! I was talking about that when I mentioned the puppies-"
"LIAR! There are no puppies in Hell! I finally caught you deceiving me! Those...pup...puppies? You're talking about those bone serpents again, correct?"
"Correct."
"Why do you call those two down there puppies? I know they are quite strong and vicious. I know you call them cute. But. They are anything...but. they are not cute-"
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!! They are very cute puppies."
"Alarming... sounding the alarm...Help!" Looks to the left. "Help!" To the right. "Help!"
"Now you're going to get it! Help is going to arrive...but not help for you!"
"Ah! Okay. Help is always good."
"Yes-yes help is good, help is always good-yes-yes...hmmm...where is everybody ...am I the only one here? Did the invasion happen and we lost the battle, and I'm the only survivor? Please tell me that did not happen."
That "That" did "did" not "not" happen. "happen."
"Oh thank God!!" A moment of respite, this has become an ordeal for this Angel. "Then please, tell me why you are...here?"
"I was annoying my daddy...and because he couldn't kill me, banished me, because I was annoying him-"
"I can see that...-"
"Tossed me in the lava pit, I found the puppies-"
"Liar. Bone Serpents. Proceed."
"Played with them for a while, found the bottom, dug through the rock, kept digging, digging, digging, digging, digging, rested... rested...rested...dug, dug, dug, rested, dug, rest, dug, rest, and kept digging."
"What happened after?"
"I fell down here...I fell...UP here, FROM down there...from up. Above us. Where I dug from."
"I...what is happening? Is this a test? Is God testing me? Are you ...some sort of...new...Cherub? Because iiiif hyou haaaaarre...I can overlook everything.
Are you a...Cherub?
"I-"
"Yes?"
"I-!"
"YES?!"
"I have no idea. Sorry."
Not confused. Not despair. Not angry. Not even close. "You're genuine. Did you just... sincerely apologize to me just then?"
"I did. I imagine all this must be hard for you as it is for me. If me, being an anomaly that has come here that you find to be offensive, I see that I am here, and there seems to be a hitch into whatever is going on. I made my daddy mad, and I cannot go back, so I guess I climbed my way down...up...? Here. And...thus. We are thus. And this is now."
"I like now. I also like certainty. I also like it when you don't use your dark speech. Thank you, by the way for not doing that constantly, I am keenly aware that you have such an ability, and seem to be able to use it at will...THUS! While you are a demon, and...a very powerful one at that, I commend your efforts for...NOT using the dark tongue...thing."
