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Sosiel
A Fallen Angel trapped inside a Blackened Denarius coin with the motif of a Raven on one side and a face on the other. Sosiel is but one of thirty pieces of silver.
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Main Street
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway
So begins...
Sosiel's Story
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Main Street was devoid of any life whether coming or going. The lights were dim against the setting sun, and a cool breeze blew down the street. There was a heavy tension in the air, almost palpable, as if a thick humidity had settled into the atmosphere.
A figure dressed in a black robe from head to foot with face set in a deep hood appeared out of a rift torn into reality. A simple black box with red silk lining on the inside was set down on the concrete. There was letter that was set down along with what seemed to be a jewelry box.
In elaborate calligraphy engraved with silver in heavy parchment was a name: DeAngelo Nieves.
The figure disappeared as did the passageway into the Nevernever.
A figure dressed in a black robe from head to foot with face set in a deep hood appeared out of a rift torn into reality. A simple black box with red silk lining on the inside was set down on the concrete. There was letter that was set down along with what seemed to be a jewelry box.
In elaborate calligraphy engraved with silver in heavy parchment was a name: DeAngelo Nieves.
The figure disappeared as did the passageway into the Nevernever.
Inside the box there laid a simple tarnished coin wrought from pure silver. One on side was a face or what had been a face, faded to time and wear. But if it was turned over, another motif would be displayed. It was a raven wreath in all consuming fire.
All in all, it did not seem valuable.
All in all, it did not seem valuable.
“Hello DeAngelo Nieves. I am pleased that you have found me,” a female voice sounded in his ears as if someone was speaking softly at his shoulder. It carried the tone of a lover with a gentle lull, hushed words, and an embrace in ever syllable.
“Tell me what you heart desires most and it shall be yours. Fame. Power. Glory. Wealth. Women. Men. I am yours to command, my host.”
A woman adorned in a red robe and golden sandals that wound around her calves knelt down before him, bowing her head so low that it touched upon the earth at his feet. Her hair was as golden as the sun and her skin was far smoother than any silk in existence. A glimpse of the woman’s eyes would so dancing and live flame inside them.
“I am Sosiel and at your eternal service,” the disembodied voice purred in his ear.
“Tell me what you heart desires most and it shall be yours. Fame. Power. Glory. Wealth. Women. Men. I am yours to command, my host.”
A woman adorned in a red robe and golden sandals that wound around her calves knelt down before him, bowing her head so low that it touched upon the earth at his feet. Her hair was as golden as the sun and her skin was far smoother than any silk in existence. A glimpse of the woman’s eyes would so dancing and live flame inside them.
“I am Sosiel and at your eternal service,” the disembodied voice purred in his ear.
The figure rose to a perfect six feet in height and held herself with a confidence rarely seen in modern times. Her hand sought out DeAngelo’s and curled his fingers back around the box. Sosiel’s eyes never left her host’s.
“The coin belongs to you and I along with it. I am your servant and bound to do what you order me. If my hosts pleases, I shall demonstrate for you my power,” Sosiel suggested. It was then that her eyes trailed over to a passing figure on the opposite side of the street.
It was a young boy of about six. He had a rather confused expression on his face and it almost seemed as if he were attempting to figure out who the man was speaking to as if Sosiel was not there at all.
“Hey Mister! Who you talkin’ t—” His mother appeared from a shop door and took a look at what her son had been so concentrated on, frowned, and then shooed him away quickly.
Sosiel turned her gaze back to DeAngelo and smiled.
“The coin belongs to you and I along with it. I am your servant and bound to do what you order me. If my hosts pleases, I shall demonstrate for you my power,” Sosiel suggested. It was then that her eyes trailed over to a passing figure on the opposite side of the street.
It was a young boy of about six. He had a rather confused expression on his face and it almost seemed as if he were attempting to figure out who the man was speaking to as if Sosiel was not there at all.
“Hey Mister! Who you talkin’ t—” His mother appeared from a shop door and took a look at what her son had been so concentrated on, frowned, and then shooed him away quickly.
Sosiel turned her gaze back to DeAngelo and smiled.
Sosiel nodded at her host and even before the motion was complete, Wing City was no more. It had been replaced with sand beneath DeAngelo’s feet, which were now bare to the elements. The sun was shining overhead without the overbearing heat of summer. Lazy white clouds lingered in the sky and the breeze that blew past smelled of salt and sea, blowing the white linen of DeAngelo’s suit playfully. The ocean glimmered and danced in rolling waves before crashing against the shore of the beach.
“Do you enjoy the beach, my host,” Sosiel asked while looking around with an approving and satisfied expression on her perfect visage.
“Or perhaps something else,” the Fallen stated before the image of the beach disappeared in the span of a blink of an eye.
This time it was replaced with the sounds of a casino ringing around DeAngelo’s ears. Gold coins were heavy in his hands, pouring through his fingers, and pooling on the floor beneath him. People were clapping him on the back and congratulating him on winning the Ultimate Jackpot worth a few billion dollars.
Sosiel met his eyes and smiled.
And then it all faded back to the drab backdrop of Wing City once more.
“Do you enjoy the beach, my host,” Sosiel asked while looking around with an approving and satisfied expression on her perfect visage.
“Or perhaps something else,” the Fallen stated before the image of the beach disappeared in the span of a blink of an eye.
This time it was replaced with the sounds of a casino ringing around DeAngelo’s ears. Gold coins were heavy in his hands, pouring through his fingers, and pooling on the floor beneath him. People were clapping him on the back and congratulating him on winning the Ultimate Jackpot worth a few billion dollars.
Sosiel met his eyes and smiled.
And then it all faded back to the drab backdrop of Wing City once more.
Sosiel looked down at the coin on the pavement and arched a fine brow. Her gaze was once more brought back up to DeAngelo.
“You are giving me up so soon, my host,” Sosiel asked with a pained tone in her voice. A delicate hand spread over her torso as if he had shot her point blank with a heavy calibre rifle. A terrible expression of disappointment in herself and abandonment settled onto a face that should have never shown such emotion, as if it did not belong.
“Have I not impressed you enough with visions of what could be? Tell me what you desire most and it shall be yours, that is my word and bound directive,” Sosiel said in a pleading voice, coming more near to DeAngelo in the furthest recesses of his mind, but every bit real to him.
“I will give you your every desire if you would be keep me, my host.”
“Please.” Tears like liquid crystal shined and clung to her pale lashes.
“You are giving me up so soon, my host,” Sosiel asked with a pained tone in her voice. A delicate hand spread over her torso as if he had shot her point blank with a heavy calibre rifle. A terrible expression of disappointment in herself and abandonment settled onto a face that should have never shown such emotion, as if it did not belong.
“Have I not impressed you enough with visions of what could be? Tell me what you desire most and it shall be yours, that is my word and bound directive,” Sosiel said in a pleading voice, coming more near to DeAngelo in the furthest recesses of his mind, but every bit real to him.
“I will give you your every desire if you would be keep me, my host.”
“Please.” Tears like liquid crystal shined and clung to her pale lashes.
Sosiel nodded humbly before her host in affirmation that he was the only one that could see her. “Yes, indeed, my host. I appear only to you and it is only you that may hear my voice,” Sosiel stated before shimmering away from his view, leaving nothing but Wing City for DeAngelo to look upon.
Sosiel. Find rest, my host. Tomorrow, I will give you the world.
And then the Fallen fell silent unless DeAngelo spoke to her, summoning his powerful servant back into his consciousness.
Sosiel. Find rest, my host. Tomorrow, I will give you the world.
And then the Fallen fell silent unless DeAngelo spoke to her, summoning his powerful servant back into his consciousness.
Sosiel appeared next to DeAngelo dressed in a frame-forming white tank top and dark denim jeans. Her golden hair was pinned up loosely in a ponytail that dangled over her thin shoulder. Sosiel’s amber colored eyes watched her host with concern.
“I am no hallucination, my host,” the woman said in a gentle voice to reassure him. “What you were experiencing the day previous was very much so real and no delusion. You look well and rested,” Sosiel stated with an approving smile. Her graceful hand reached out and straightened a fold on his coat. The sensation of her touching him would feel more than real as if Sosiel were an actual living being standing right next to DeAngelo.
“Is there anything I can do for you, DeAngelo?”
“I am no hallucination, my host,” the woman said in a gentle voice to reassure him. “What you were experiencing the day previous was very much so real and no delusion. You look well and rested,” Sosiel stated with an approving smile. Her graceful hand reached out and straightened a fold on his coat. The sensation of her touching him would feel more than real as if Sosiel were an actual living being standing right next to DeAngelo.
“Is there anything I can do for you, DeAngelo?”
“Anything that I will do will always be for you, my host,” Sosiel said with a humble nod of her head as if it were a small submissive bow towards DeAngelo. Her hand fell from the lapel of his coat and hung at her side in a natural position.
“I may give you anything that you desire for your pleasure is my own, and your displeasure is mine as well. What you experience is what I experience. If it is wealth you want, it shall be yours. Knowledge, Power, Love, Fear … it is all within your grasp and mine to give to you,” Sosiel stated with a faint smile playing around the edges of her lips.
“As long as you have my coin, I will do anything within my power to bring great happiness to my host.” A small frown touched her face and she walked over to the newspaper stand, pressed a coin to pay for a paper, and drew it out from the machine. Sosiel held it out for DeAngelo to take, showing him she could effect the world around them.
“I am no delusion and very real.” She said.
“I may give you anything that you desire for your pleasure is my own, and your displeasure is mine as well. What you experience is what I experience. If it is wealth you want, it shall be yours. Knowledge, Power, Love, Fear … it is all within your grasp and mine to give to you,” Sosiel stated with a faint smile playing around the edges of her lips.
“As long as you have my coin, I will do anything within my power to bring great happiness to my host.” A small frown touched her face and she walked over to the newspaper stand, pressed a coin to pay for a paper, and drew it out from the machine. Sosiel held it out for DeAngelo to take, showing him she could effect the world around them.
“I am no delusion and very real.” She said.
Sosiel’s amber gaze met DeAngelo’s while her hands encompassed his own. The touch was gentle and warm, meant to comfort and ease his nervousness. “Yes,” Sosiel said. “I can do those things for you if that is what you wish. There is not much beyond my power.”
“You need only to ask it of me, DeAngelo. I am here to serve your every want and need,” the woman said with the same kind smile touching her lips.
“If you want this governor to disappear then it shall be so, along with contact with the dead. You only need give me names. Is this what you are asking of me, my host?”
“You need only to ask it of me, DeAngelo. I am here to serve your every want and need,” the woman said with the same kind smile touching her lips.
“If you want this governor to disappear then it shall be so, along with contact with the dead. You only need give me names. Is this what you are asking of me, my host?”
Sosiel smiled at DeAngelo and once more bowed her head towards her host. Not a single word was said before the image of the woman died away. DeAngelo was to be given what he wished and more, perhaps far more than what had been initially expected.
The man was left entirely alone and seemed to have been abandoned. Business on Main Street continued as per normal with a few individuals coming and going.
A breeze blew past DeAngelo with a strangely familiar scent of perfume. A woman’s laughter followed while she ducked and dodged around a few men dressed in suits heading for work. The wind had picked up her hat and it tumbled down the sidewalk. The white sunhat caught against DeAngelo’s legs.
Ivory pumps worked against the sidewalk and came to a stop in front of DeAngelo. The woman shifted her weight from foot to foot while a heavy blush rose up on her cheeks. Blond hair tussled against her face and framed it prettily, forcing the woman to tuck a lock behind her ear.
“Hello,” Anelie said, tilting her head slightly and smiling beautifully at DeAngelo.
The man was left entirely alone and seemed to have been abandoned. Business on Main Street continued as per normal with a few individuals coming and going.
A breeze blew past DeAngelo with a strangely familiar scent of perfume. A woman’s laughter followed while she ducked and dodged around a few men dressed in suits heading for work. The wind had picked up her hat and it tumbled down the sidewalk. The white sunhat caught against DeAngelo’s legs.
Ivory pumps worked against the sidewalk and came to a stop in front of DeAngelo. The woman shifted her weight from foot to foot while a heavy blush rose up on her cheeks. Blond hair tussled against her face and framed it prettily, forcing the woman to tuck a lock behind her ear.
“Hello,” Anelie said, tilting her head slightly and smiling beautifully at DeAngelo.
A white-gloved hand rested daintily on DeAngelo’s shoulder after he had pulled Anelie into an embrace. There was a moment of shy hesitation before the young woman returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tip toes.
When they parted, she took her hat in hand and stood there for a long moment. Annie’s eyes danced over Angel’s face as if basking in his presence after not having seen him for so long. “It is good to see you,” she said before a peal of bubbling laughter poured from her throat.
“Thank you for catching my hat. The wind blew it off of my head and … and …” Annie stopped talking and just stared up at her husband, unable to carry on the conversation. Words could not do the moment any justice.
Are you pleased, my host, came the question in the recesses of Angel’s mind in Sosiel’s voice. A need for approval could be felt building up inside the man where the woman lived in his mind. However, Sosiel felt that she knew the answer already and stood by in case DeAngelo had questions of the terms of Anelie’s visit.
When they parted, she took her hat in hand and stood there for a long moment. Annie’s eyes danced over Angel’s face as if basking in his presence after not having seen him for so long. “It is good to see you,” she said before a peal of bubbling laughter poured from her throat.
“Thank you for catching my hat. The wind blew it off of my head and … and …” Annie stopped talking and just stared up at her husband, unable to carry on the conversation. Words could not do the moment any justice.
Are you pleased, my host, came the question in the recesses of Angel’s mind in Sosiel’s voice. A need for approval could be felt building up inside the man where the woman lived in his mind. However, Sosiel felt that she knew the answer already and stood by in case DeAngelo had questions of the terms of Anelie’s visit.
The woman looked away from DeAngelo and spared him a moment of pride. She set her sunhat back onto her blond hair and pinned it back into place where the wind could no longer blow it away. Her hands, covered in kid-gloves, ran down the flowing red skirt of the dress draped over her body. When DeAngelo spoke, Anelie’s eyes were drawn back to him with no resistance.
“Peaceful,” she said. “It’s all I can remember. I’m sorry, or I would tell you more.” Anelie’s hand found DeAngelo’s and she squeezed it firmly. She didn’t let go and she never stopped smiling at him.
“What about you,” she asked, “how have you been?” Anelie began to coax DeAngelo into walking down the street with her, while her blue eyes took in the city as if she had never seen it before. Her eyes pointedly skipped over reflective surfaces.
“Peaceful,” she said. “It’s all I can remember. I’m sorry, or I would tell you more.” Anelie’s hand found DeAngelo’s and she squeezed it firmly. She didn’t let go and she never stopped smiling at him.
“What about you,” she asked, “how have you been?” Anelie began to coax DeAngelo into walking down the street with her, while her blue eyes took in the city as if she had never seen it before. Her eyes pointedly skipped over reflective surfaces.
Anelie walked beside DeAngelo with pure happiness glittering in her eyes. It was only when her husband stopped that the woman paused and looked at him as if confused. When DeAngelo withdrew his hand from hers, Anelie frowned while concern riddle across her face.
“Is everything all right,” she asked him before repeating the name he spoke, “Sosiel?”
The woman with blond hair tossed up in a careless ponytail appeared side-by-side with Anelise. However, it seemed that the polish woman could not see that Sosiel was standing directly next to her. The demon shoved her hands into her front pockets and tilted her head to the side.
“Yes, my host? Does something displease you,” Sosiel asked before flicking her eyes over to the windowpanes which held dresses behind them perched on mannequins. Anelise’s reflection was clearly seen whereas Sosiel’s was nonexistence.
“Angel,” Anelie asked him while pressing her palm against his cheek with even more concern.
“Is everything all right,” she asked him before repeating the name he spoke, “Sosiel?”
The woman with blond hair tossed up in a careless ponytail appeared side-by-side with Anelise. However, it seemed that the polish woman could not see that Sosiel was standing directly next to her. The demon shoved her hands into her front pockets and tilted her head to the side.
“Yes, my host? Does something displease you,” Sosiel asked before flicking her eyes over to the windowpanes which held dresses behind them perched on mannequins. Anelise’s reflection was clearly seen whereas Sosiel’s was nonexistence.
“Angel,” Anelie asked him while pressing her palm against his cheek with even more concern.
Sosiel nodded and shimmered away from physical view but Anelise remained, watching DeAngelo leave.
Tears were heard in her voice as she called after him. “Angel? Angel? N-No, don’t go. Please. What did I do? Angel! Don’t leave me!” The woman in the red dress and white sunhat stood there, clutching her hands before her breast. She wept in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for him to turn back around and return to her.
Tears were heard in her voice as she called after him. “Angel? Angel? N-No, don’t go. Please. What did I do? Angel! Don’t leave me!” The woman in the red dress and white sunhat stood there, clutching her hands before her breast. She wept in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for him to turn back around and return to her.
The voice stopped calling out to DeAngelo and the sound of heels running on the pavement was just a bare whisper against the cacophony of the city.
DeAngelo was all alone.
DeAngelo was all alone.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
”
Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
“
Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
”
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