Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 11:42:48 GMT -5
Abaddon
Name: Abaddon Alias: Someone tried to call her something but Abaddon once…once. Age: Old. Lost count around the 15th century. Occupation: Previously a Knight of Hell, demon for hire, currently crusading for rule over Hell Member Group: Demon Playby: Alaina Huffman |
When Abaddon fell, when Lucifer himself chose her to serve him, all history of the life she’d led disappeared. None of it mattered. Her life began that day. But everyone has history. And this is Abaddon’s.
Abaddon has no recollection of her early childhood. She was never told the story of her birth. She never experienced the love of a Mother or the adoration of a Father. As far as she can speculate her Mother was a young Grecian woman that got pregnant and didn’t want the child that resulted from it. When the child was born, a girl, she dropped her off at a brothel and never looked back. They named her Anaitis and it was there she was raised, amongst the whores and their patrons. Her beauty was spectacular, and probably what saved her from drowning as a baby. As a child she would clean up after everyone, provide wine and food, and run errands. When she was of a more desirable age she started working. It was never shameful for her, she was never scared of the men. It was all she’d ever known and truthfully all she’d ever amount to.
When she was just 16 she met Leandros. He was 19 and came from a very wealthy family. From his very first visit he would only ever visit Anaitis. And on the days he came she would forget every other man she’d ever known. He didn’t visit for an hour or two, sometime he would stay all day and not a person complained because of the pile of coin he’d leave on the house-mother’s desk. He was so handsome it was almost unreal. But the feelings that grew inside of her were certainly real. His touches were gentle and the whispers they’d exchange in the quiet moments after release made her heart swell and her head swim with dreams. Dreams were not often found in brothels. Hope was absent, aspirations were few. But when Leandros visited Anaitis was filled with everything she’d been taught to avoid as a child. They would talk about their life together once he would take her away from there. They would travel the roman road together, drink wine and eat the finest foods.
For two years Leandros came to see her every other day. And then Kallista arrived. She was a young girl, only 16, that had recently earned her freedom from slavery. Life for a freed slave wasn’t what it seemed and with nothing else to do she sought work at the brothel. When Leandros came that day it was not to Anaitis that he went. Instead he chose Kallista. And again the next time he came, Kallista’s room is where he went. The trend continued and the hope and dreams and aspirations he’d put into Anaitis’ heart slowly deteriorated, rotting into something unrecognizable. After another year, when she was 19, Leandros came to the brothel one last time. He didn’t take off his coat. He called for Kallista, excited as he gave the house mother a bag of coins, purchasing her from him so they could be together, travel the roman road, drink wine, and eat the finest food. The hate that had been festering inside of her for a year erupted. Anaitis followed them and when they were outside of the city she gave them both what they deserved. Leandros was alive when she left, castrated and gutted, his entrails used to strangle the woman he’d ‘loved’.
But her hate was not sated. Anaitis could not return to the brothel that had been her home. So instead she travelled the roman road. Men travelling as well were often lonely and the company of a beautiful woman was always welcome. She’d spend time with them, drink wine, eat the finest foods, and when she had her fill of their lies she’d castrate and gut them, leaving them for dead. Her wining and dining and murdering continued for a good year before she was caught and by that time her mind was so far gone there was no hope for her. She died alone a few short months later in a prison awaiting trial.
But even still, her hate was strong. Her death did not give her peace and in hell she was used to torment souls. Her technique was specific and precise, earning her a position of power amongst other demons and catching the attention of Lucifer. In that time his reign was still fairly new, his regime still being built, and when it came time for him to choose his Knights of Hell he sought out Anaitis personally. But in the same was that Jesus had changed Saul’s name to Paul when he called him to follow as a disciple, Lucifer gave her a new name: Abaddon. That day, though her human life had ended, she knew her true existence was just beginning. Her loyalty to Lucifer was complete and when the archangels attacked she killed a couple before they overwhelmed them. After that she left hell and hid on earth. She settled in the middle east, something about the constant war attracted her, and played her part in many historical events. She encouraged the Spanish Crusades, she helped equip the Jihad, and cheered on the persecution of innocent people.
The drabble of humans soon grew boring though and she started selling her services to the highest bidder. Someone wanted into the Men of Letter’s bunker and knew that she could get it. Possessing a young initiate, she infiltrated the ceremony and managed to escape with the boy holding the key, but things didn’t go without a hitch. Her time as a Knight of Hell earned her some extra abilities and she was able to escape through time, or so she thought. Hunters followed her and after some seriously dastardly trickery embedded a bullet with a devil’s trap in her head. They dismembered her and buried her. But not for long. Soon enough they realized their need for her and sewed her back together, leaving her hands off. With no other choice she told the Winchester brothers what they wanted to hear. But a phone call that interrupted things would change everything for Abaddon. She was familiar with Crowley the crossroads demon but to hear him referred to as the King of Hell burned a fire inside of her. Lucifer was the only true ruler of hell and replacing him with Crowley was an appalling misrepresentation of what Hell was. So using her hands she removed the bullet from her head and escaped.
It wasn’t easy to regroup but when she did she knew what had to be done. Crowley was no leader, he was chosen to sit at the crossroads, to trick humans but never lead the armies of hell. Her loyalty would always be to Lucifer but even he had failed her. Without him it would only be right that she became the ruler, that she lead Hell back into the glorious chaotic place Lucifer had designed it to be. When Crowley called for help from the Winchester’s attempts to ‘cure’ him she answered, though not for reasons the crossroads demon hoped. She was there to make sure he knew what was coming. She was ready to go in for the kill when Sam Winchester returned, dousing her in holy oil. It left her no choice but to flee her much loved body. But with Crowley missing and hell without a leader she knew what she had to do. Her time had come to take advantage of the opportunity and that’s what she would do. The angels falling did nothing to deter her and she now works to gain a following of demons. There have been rumors that the release of the angels from heaven also meant the release of Lucifer but she refuses to believe them. Until she sees him for herself it is too painful to believe he could have returned to lead them.
For now, she seeks followers to join her as she once again leads hell into madness and despair. They will walk the roman road, drink wine, eat the finest food…..
Abaddon has no recollection of her early childhood. She was never told the story of her birth. She never experienced the love of a Mother or the adoration of a Father. As far as she can speculate her Mother was a young Grecian woman that got pregnant and didn’t want the child that resulted from it. When the child was born, a girl, she dropped her off at a brothel and never looked back. They named her Anaitis and it was there she was raised, amongst the whores and their patrons. Her beauty was spectacular, and probably what saved her from drowning as a baby. As a child she would clean up after everyone, provide wine and food, and run errands. When she was of a more desirable age she started working. It was never shameful for her, she was never scared of the men. It was all she’d ever known and truthfully all she’d ever amount to.
When she was just 16 she met Leandros. He was 19 and came from a very wealthy family. From his very first visit he would only ever visit Anaitis. And on the days he came she would forget every other man she’d ever known. He didn’t visit for an hour or two, sometime he would stay all day and not a person complained because of the pile of coin he’d leave on the house-mother’s desk. He was so handsome it was almost unreal. But the feelings that grew inside of her were certainly real. His touches were gentle and the whispers they’d exchange in the quiet moments after release made her heart swell and her head swim with dreams. Dreams were not often found in brothels. Hope was absent, aspirations were few. But when Leandros visited Anaitis was filled with everything she’d been taught to avoid as a child. They would talk about their life together once he would take her away from there. They would travel the roman road together, drink wine and eat the finest foods.
For two years Leandros came to see her every other day. And then Kallista arrived. She was a young girl, only 16, that had recently earned her freedom from slavery. Life for a freed slave wasn’t what it seemed and with nothing else to do she sought work at the brothel. When Leandros came that day it was not to Anaitis that he went. Instead he chose Kallista. And again the next time he came, Kallista’s room is where he went. The trend continued and the hope and dreams and aspirations he’d put into Anaitis’ heart slowly deteriorated, rotting into something unrecognizable. After another year, when she was 19, Leandros came to the brothel one last time. He didn’t take off his coat. He called for Kallista, excited as he gave the house mother a bag of coins, purchasing her from him so they could be together, travel the roman road, drink wine, and eat the finest food. The hate that had been festering inside of her for a year erupted. Anaitis followed them and when they were outside of the city she gave them both what they deserved. Leandros was alive when she left, castrated and gutted, his entrails used to strangle the woman he’d ‘loved’.
But her hate was not sated. Anaitis could not return to the brothel that had been her home. So instead she travelled the roman road. Men travelling as well were often lonely and the company of a beautiful woman was always welcome. She’d spend time with them, drink wine, eat the finest foods, and when she had her fill of their lies she’d castrate and gut them, leaving them for dead. Her wining and dining and murdering continued for a good year before she was caught and by that time her mind was so far gone there was no hope for her. She died alone a few short months later in a prison awaiting trial.
But even still, her hate was strong. Her death did not give her peace and in hell she was used to torment souls. Her technique was specific and precise, earning her a position of power amongst other demons and catching the attention of Lucifer. In that time his reign was still fairly new, his regime still being built, and when it came time for him to choose his Knights of Hell he sought out Anaitis personally. But in the same was that Jesus had changed Saul’s name to Paul when he called him to follow as a disciple, Lucifer gave her a new name: Abaddon. That day, though her human life had ended, she knew her true existence was just beginning. Her loyalty to Lucifer was complete and when the archangels attacked she killed a couple before they overwhelmed them. After that she left hell and hid on earth. She settled in the middle east, something about the constant war attracted her, and played her part in many historical events. She encouraged the Spanish Crusades, she helped equip the Jihad, and cheered on the persecution of innocent people.
The drabble of humans soon grew boring though and she started selling her services to the highest bidder. Someone wanted into the Men of Letter’s bunker and knew that she could get it. Possessing a young initiate, she infiltrated the ceremony and managed to escape with the boy holding the key, but things didn’t go without a hitch. Her time as a Knight of Hell earned her some extra abilities and she was able to escape through time, or so she thought. Hunters followed her and after some seriously dastardly trickery embedded a bullet with a devil’s trap in her head. They dismembered her and buried her. But not for long. Soon enough they realized their need for her and sewed her back together, leaving her hands off. With no other choice she told the Winchester brothers what they wanted to hear. But a phone call that interrupted things would change everything for Abaddon. She was familiar with Crowley the crossroads demon but to hear him referred to as the King of Hell burned a fire inside of her. Lucifer was the only true ruler of hell and replacing him with Crowley was an appalling misrepresentation of what Hell was. So using her hands she removed the bullet from her head and escaped.
It wasn’t easy to regroup but when she did she knew what had to be done. Crowley was no leader, he was chosen to sit at the crossroads, to trick humans but never lead the armies of hell. Her loyalty would always be to Lucifer but even he had failed her. Without him it would only be right that she became the ruler, that she lead Hell back into the glorious chaotic place Lucifer had designed it to be. When Crowley called for help from the Winchester’s attempts to ‘cure’ him she answered, though not for reasons the crossroads demon hoped. She was there to make sure he knew what was coming. She was ready to go in for the kill when Sam Winchester returned, dousing her in holy oil. It left her no choice but to flee her much loved body. But with Crowley missing and hell without a leader she knew what she had to do. Her time had come to take advantage of the opportunity and that’s what she would do. The angels falling did nothing to deter her and she now works to gain a following of demons. There have been rumors that the release of the angels from heaven also meant the release of Lucifer but she refuses to believe them. Until she sees him for herself it is too painful to believe he could have returned to lead them.
For now, she seeks followers to join her as she once again leads hell into madness and despair. They will walk the roman road, drink wine, eat the finest food…..