Noon_Shadow
Corrupting Influence
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He strode across the Lower Plane, his feet stomping down on the tortured souls that he used as a rug, their screams piercing through the room, carrying out over the balcony, and mingling with the greater hosts of cries in the night. Not that it was ever truly night here, or day. Such things changed as his perception of them did. And for Ruumel, it was much more often night than it was day. His best work was always done at night.
And Ruumel was carrying a heave workload. He'd had a deal in the works that he knew could rack the very balance of power, both here on the Lower Plane, and in the greater struggle. He had been working the long game, setting his pieces up and executing complex plans. And even plans within plans. A word here to raise suspicions, another word here to lower them, keeping his "allies" from tearing each other's throats while keeping them working together. It was all very close to coming together; he would soon wreak havoc upon the Upper Planes. None of his comrades knew it yet, but he was locating the keys. He already had two of them. Two of the five keys that would break this stalemate and open a new front in the war against Heaven.
He suspected the Angels knew by now. They had different networks for information than his contemporaries, they had to have caught on to his plan. Which was why he was going to such measured to protect it. Ruumel entered his inner sanctum, protected by the most potent of blood magic against scrying, against being entered by any entity but himself, and admired his collection. He had 5 pedestals laid out, and the two in the center bore the most valued items he'd acquired after long centuries of searching. They were truly not keys as such, but they were ingredients. For over 2000 years, now, the battle with the Angels had been confined to the mortal planes. And he...he had discovered the key to breaking out of that confinement, and opening all the realms once more for all out war. When he had the ingredients all together, he could cast his spell and begin a fresh new era. Two key ingredients...mortar from the house of Job. A fruit from the tree of Tree of Life. Both almost impossible to find, after all this time, but he had patience. Patience...and memory.
Ruumel seldom remembered Falling. It happened very quickly. His line of work had made him vulnerable, of course. He had dealt in death, had been a great warrior. Some said he had thought too much. Perhaps that was it. One day, one slip, one decision to go against his orders, and he was removed from Grace, cast down in the pits. And freed. Oh, so free. But some of his memories of his time as an Angel were dimmer, near forgotten, as if Heaven had stripped information he might use against them when he'd been kicked out. They had not taken everything, however.
Fuck. He felt himself being summoned. Ruumel quickly sealed the doors of his inner sanctum, leaving his two special prizes on their respective pedestals, and ensuring that the seals against detection remained in place. It was still much too early for those details, but soon. Soon he would reveal them. With a flash, he blinked from his own residence in the Lower Planes to one much larger, looming almost like a castle. It even had a throneroom-yes, Beelzebub was just arrogant enough for that. There was room for one to rule down here, and it wasn't Beelzebub, much as he liked to fashion that his position made him King. He was sitting on the throne even now, as Ruumel approached.
"Ruumel...I am surprised to find you here. I had thought you were hard at work on the mortal plane. Yet here you are, and you did not report to me. Was your work successful?"
More than you know, though Ruumel, but of course, his work was not Beelzebub's. "It was not an unconditional success. The bitch is dead, but I was unable to collect the soul you wanted." Mostly because Beelzebub was still thinking in small terms, when Ruumel had his eye on much bigger game.
"I find this most displeasing. You have yet to live up to your position, to deliver for me as promised. Surely I shall not need to find another for my tasks so soon?"
"I assure you, you will not be displeased with me for long-I have another surprise planned for you which I think shall be to your liking. And if you'll excuse me, time is important, and I must get to it now."
With that, Ruumel turned his back on Beelzebub arrogantly, marching out of his throneroom. Yes, that arrogant prick wouldn't be displeased long because Ruumel had plans to displace him, soon. He wasn't happy with his current position, and he was planning on moving up. The other deal he had in the works would see him promoted beyond that bastard, granting even greater power to rule here. And his first act would be to squash Beelzebub like a fucking cockroach. Slowly. For all the grace that he once had, Ruumel had learned that it was only in Hell that he truly had opportunity for advancement.
He felt the clock ticking. The hour of an important appointment was upon him. Ruumel quickly drew himself up, summoning his powers, and began a slow chant, which heaved him up through the aether and into the mortal plane. It was also night on this part of Earth, beneath trees that were shedding leaves with the approaching winter. A strong gale swept through the air, as if to announce his presence, along with a slight crackle of air that was displaced by his arrival. He remained in his demonic form-though there were many things he could not do in this form on Earth, this one, at least, required it. Deal-making. As he watched, the girl strode up to the appointed meeting place, her eyes still blind to his presence, before falling to her knees. It was how she had learned to communicate with beings like him.
He'd known she was important the moment he had seen her. Her soul shone with a light that radiated out of her eyes and her chest. Elena, her name was, and he had been nursing this deal for weeks. He didn't know exactly what her significance was, but he knew it was there, and he was going to make sure the Angels were deprived of it. This light haired, light skinned female was somehow critical to heaven, and she didn't even know it. He'd had to secretly work on this deal for months. He had planted seeds which had taken their time to grow, let her think hard over her circumstances, and he had finally dangled the offer, just when she was ripe. And she was here to collect.
"The...the terms I was offered. Those still stand?" She had opened her mind, after kneeling, focusing, and then her eyes opened as she looked up at him from her position in the dirt. He saw her draw back slightly at having seen his true form, but she had known what she was before ever seeing it. And there was also a slight fascination. His form was appealing to female eyes. He gave her a malevolent smile and nodded in response to her question.
"Yes. Your parents, both back. Both will live to ripe old age. As will you. And all I need is your soul. Just a little, insignificant thing, really. I promise you can live without it." Ruumel's grin showed teeth, making Elena shudder slightly, but she nodded.
"I accept."
With that, Ruumel stepped forward, leaning down to cup her chin, pulling her to feet. His lips seared downward, pressing against hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. Sweet victory...her soul was just the leverage he would need over those fuckers down below.
Ruumel
And Ruumel was carrying a heave workload. He'd had a deal in the works that he knew could rack the very balance of power, both here on the Lower Plane, and in the greater struggle. He had been working the long game, setting his pieces up and executing complex plans. And even plans within plans. A word here to raise suspicions, another word here to lower them, keeping his "allies" from tearing each other's throats while keeping them working together. It was all very close to coming together; he would soon wreak havoc upon the Upper Planes. None of his comrades knew it yet, but he was locating the keys. He already had two of them. Two of the five keys that would break this stalemate and open a new front in the war against Heaven.
He suspected the Angels knew by now. They had different networks for information than his contemporaries, they had to have caught on to his plan. Which was why he was going to such measured to protect it. Ruumel entered his inner sanctum, protected by the most potent of blood magic against scrying, against being entered by any entity but himself, and admired his collection. He had 5 pedestals laid out, and the two in the center bore the most valued items he'd acquired after long centuries of searching. They were truly not keys as such, but they were ingredients. For over 2000 years, now, the battle with the Angels had been confined to the mortal planes. And he...he had discovered the key to breaking out of that confinement, and opening all the realms once more for all out war. When he had the ingredients all together, he could cast his spell and begin a fresh new era. Two key ingredients...mortar from the house of Job. A fruit from the tree of Tree of Life. Both almost impossible to find, after all this time, but he had patience. Patience...and memory.
Ruumel seldom remembered Falling. It happened very quickly. His line of work had made him vulnerable, of course. He had dealt in death, had been a great warrior. Some said he had thought too much. Perhaps that was it. One day, one slip, one decision to go against his orders, and he was removed from Grace, cast down in the pits. And freed. Oh, so free. But some of his memories of his time as an Angel were dimmer, near forgotten, as if Heaven had stripped information he might use against them when he'd been kicked out. They had not taken everything, however.
Fuck. He felt himself being summoned. Ruumel quickly sealed the doors of his inner sanctum, leaving his two special prizes on their respective pedestals, and ensuring that the seals against detection remained in place. It was still much too early for those details, but soon. Soon he would reveal them. With a flash, he blinked from his own residence in the Lower Planes to one much larger, looming almost like a castle. It even had a throneroom-yes, Beelzebub was just arrogant enough for that. There was room for one to rule down here, and it wasn't Beelzebub, much as he liked to fashion that his position made him King. He was sitting on the throne even now, as Ruumel approached.
"Ruumel...I am surprised to find you here. I had thought you were hard at work on the mortal plane. Yet here you are, and you did not report to me. Was your work successful?"
More than you know, though Ruumel, but of course, his work was not Beelzebub's. "It was not an unconditional success. The bitch is dead, but I was unable to collect the soul you wanted." Mostly because Beelzebub was still thinking in small terms, when Ruumel had his eye on much bigger game.
"I find this most displeasing. You have yet to live up to your position, to deliver for me as promised. Surely I shall not need to find another for my tasks so soon?"
"I assure you, you will not be displeased with me for long-I have another surprise planned for you which I think shall be to your liking. And if you'll excuse me, time is important, and I must get to it now."
With that, Ruumel turned his back on Beelzebub arrogantly, marching out of his throneroom. Yes, that arrogant prick wouldn't be displeased long because Ruumel had plans to displace him, soon. He wasn't happy with his current position, and he was planning on moving up. The other deal he had in the works would see him promoted beyond that bastard, granting even greater power to rule here. And his first act would be to squash Beelzebub like a fucking cockroach. Slowly. For all the grace that he once had, Ruumel had learned that it was only in Hell that he truly had opportunity for advancement.
He felt the clock ticking. The hour of an important appointment was upon him. Ruumel quickly drew himself up, summoning his powers, and began a slow chant, which heaved him up through the aether and into the mortal plane. It was also night on this part of Earth, beneath trees that were shedding leaves with the approaching winter. A strong gale swept through the air, as if to announce his presence, along with a slight crackle of air that was displaced by his arrival. He remained in his demonic form-though there were many things he could not do in this form on Earth, this one, at least, required it. Deal-making. As he watched, the girl strode up to the appointed meeting place, her eyes still blind to his presence, before falling to her knees. It was how she had learned to communicate with beings like him.
He'd known she was important the moment he had seen her. Her soul shone with a light that radiated out of her eyes and her chest. Elena, her name was, and he had been nursing this deal for weeks. He didn't know exactly what her significance was, but he knew it was there, and he was going to make sure the Angels were deprived of it. This light haired, light skinned female was somehow critical to heaven, and she didn't even know it. He'd had to secretly work on this deal for months. He had planted seeds which had taken their time to grow, let her think hard over her circumstances, and he had finally dangled the offer, just when she was ripe. And she was here to collect.
"The...the terms I was offered. Those still stand?" She had opened her mind, after kneeling, focusing, and then her eyes opened as she looked up at him from her position in the dirt. He saw her draw back slightly at having seen his true form, but she had known what she was before ever seeing it. And there was also a slight fascination. His form was appealing to female eyes. He gave her a malevolent smile and nodded in response to her question.
"Yes. Your parents, both back. Both will live to ripe old age. As will you. And all I need is your soul. Just a little, insignificant thing, really. I promise you can live without it." Ruumel's grin showed teeth, making Elena shudder slightly, but she nodded.
"I accept."
With that, Ruumel stepped forward, leaning down to cup her chin, pulling her to feet. His lips seared downward, pressing against hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. Sweet victory...her soul was just the leverage he would need over those fuckers down below.
Ruumel