What its like drowning in your head…
A lot of people have been asking why I haven’t made a full return to the site yet. Well sometimes things are a little easier said than done. You see when I sit down to write i need quite, no distractions. But, the less distractions i have the more I’m able to think. The more rogue thoughts, that otherwise i would have kept buried are able to come to the surface. All the sudden it’s not so quiet anymore. My life can sometimes be complicated by my own mind. The same mind that allows me to put myself apart from others and flow my creative juices can be a horrible nemesis. It’s the nature of the beast. Allow me to set the stage for you…
Its late night. Little bit is asleep. I have an idea burning at the back of my head. A wonderful story to share with the Verse. I pour a drink, sit in my favorite chair, open up the MORTIS console and begin to write. Then a few lines in, its starts. At first as an indistinct chitter or a static. Then louder. The room grows dark and I’m no longer in my room, I’m in my head. Sitting at my desk surrounded by a plain white light from above. Then he steps into frame, or rather… I step into frame. Another version of me. He saunters over to the table and leans into it to talk to me.
Malice 2: Hey there me! What you writing? Finally decide to sit down and write that story? Well you had to do it sometime, you have so many up there in that noggin. Its going to be really hard to catch people up on what you’ve been doing! But you know that.
Me: Well yeah. I mean I have to start somewhere and I’m actually feeling better about things and at peace. Now is a good time to..
Malice 2: But how long will it last?
Me: I don’t know, but I have to try. I mean maybe if I get started it will keep me going.
Malice 2: Youve done this a lot though. What makes this time anymore special. It’s not like a whole lot of right is going on right now. Sure you won’t just flake?
Me: Well I don’t know if I don’t…
Malice 3: I’ve heard this all before. Just because you are ok now, doesn’t mean you are ok. It’s just the moment. Maybe work on something else and make it last a little longer.
Malice 4: He can’t make things last! Have you been paying attention? All attempts to find a life long companion end in tragedy! Everything we do ends and ruin! If he could have fixed himself, he would have a long time ago. It’s a lost cause!
Malice 5: It’s all the truth. Just give up. You can’t do it anyway. People will hate it. You are wasting your time!
Malice 6: It’s your faut she left! Its your fault she’s gone! You screwed it up!
Malice 2: Well now lets not be too harsh. We can’t blame him for every—
Malice 7: BLAME HIM FOR IT ALL HE DESERVES IT!! FEEL THAT PAIN! LET IT BURN! LET IT SCAR!!!
The room erupts into more negative thoughts as their voices fill the room, all I can discern is anger from the others mes. It’s a roar. A Deafening roar. Then I hear my companions, my travel buddies way in the back. Faintly. “Boss?” “Malice..” “Don’t listen” “Get out of there.” “It’s not true.” But it’s so faint, I can barely hear it before it’s just drowned out. The noise hits a fever pitch. I’m about to start thrashing about. Then a soft voice rises to the top. I close my eyes to try to focus.
The room is empty. I blink my eyes and im back in my room. Jazzy is standing next to me. She wraps her arms around me…
Jazzy: Daddy your sad. Please come to bed. I’m tired.
I smile at her and hug her close. I close the console and lay down next to her hugging her as she drifts off. This is my mind… My demons… My own worst enemy…
See you soon,
Hair Color and Style: Brown on top, black on the bottom. A little past shoulder length and layered.
Eyes: Light Brown
Bust Size: C
Clothing: Typical human clothing, tends to gravitate toward black.
Other Identifiable Traits: She has fallen into human modification customs and now sports nine tattoos and a handful of piercings.
Race: Fallen Angel
Crew Position: Psychotik Girl and Left Hand Writer (Get it LEFT hand….hee hee hee hee)
Favorite Music: Listens to everything. She thinks music is one of the best creations humanity has come up with.
Favorite Movies: All of the Legally Blonde movies, everything in the Avengers series.
Favorite Books: Anything she can get her hands on. She has a tendency to reread the Thomas Covenant series though.
Guilty Pleasures: In all this time she has been on Earth…she has accumulated a taste for a multitude of interesting things…LOTS of things…
Back Story: Luci had been an angel thousands of years ago. She was one of the first. She had been there for her brother Lucifer’s fall. At this time though, her name was Ariel. It didn’t sit well with Ariel, how her other brothers had cast Lucifer down into the fires of hell just for refusing to love the flawed humans. Ariel didn’t see a reason to love them either, honestly. They were messy and dirty and destroying each other – and their home – at a rapid pace. When her brothers figured out that she was in the same mindset, they cast her down as well… but to the earth. She was punished to live amongst the humans. Most of her angel powers and communication capabilities were stripped, but they allowed her to keep her longevity and her wings. The latter aren’t visible to the naked human eye, though. She was crushed and felt utterly betrayed, and when a stranger found her on the side of the road and asked her name, she gave the name Luci in homage to her fallen brother. She’s gone by that ever since. She spent the past few decades blending in with the humans, falling into some of their darker customs. She knows where her brother is and what he does, and she tends to help demons make deal with stupid mortals for her own amusement. In meeting all these other magical creatures, she is starting to think they’re way more interesting than her angelic siblings. Maybe a life of sin is way more fun than a life in the clouds.
Meeting Malice: I hope you all believe me when I say it is rare to come across a Fallen bound to Earth. Sure, you can see plenty of Fallen in The Pit, but seeing one in flesh in Earth Realm in any dimension? That’s rare! (Unless you are in one of 100 worlds where Earth realm has fallen…to…well The Fallen…) I just so happened across her at seedy little dive in Rhode Island. She was eying a struggling band, getting ready to set them up with a good Cross Roads Demon. My tip-off was the large expansive wings it seemed nobody noticed. I got a good rise out of her by vaporating around the room. Apparently she had never met a real live Cheshire Cat before. Two hours and 2 dozen tormented people later…I found out she was Lucifer’s sister…It was at that point, I realized I had to have her! She would be my left hand minion (Bartleby and Baxter make up the right…takes two of them to make one…)