"Did you ever notice how in the Bible when God needed to punish someone .. make an example, or whenever God needed a killing .. he sent an angel. Have you ever wondered what a creature like that must be like? Your whole existence praising your God but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel? "

The Eye of Ra, The Lady of Fire

Shifting inside patterns
the division multiplies
echoing the mystery
mimicking the slide
sound searching slowly
below the flaming web
moving with his eyes like fire
with his jackal-head

Give it all to birth
give it all to life
take it all for granted
until we turn and die

She answers with her staff
silence from her breath
silhouettes of temples falling
visions of certain death
hand lift it from the pocket
the prophet falls to red
the sacrifice is offered
to his jackal-head

The constellations in the sky look on us
The stars, the moon, the Nile
The Nile brings life
And life is the cycle
We shall grow and receive the Nile
Again and again
As life shall come
And be taken away.
Thus is the prophecy that is ever among us
Thus is the words of our father?
...and one God is this in all life.


He who defiles the tomb of the pharaoh
shall surely find swift death
He who defiles the womb of the pharaoh's queen
shall surely find swift death

For the Cycle of Life is sacred
The Cycle of Life moves through all of us
Thus says Amun the Father
Thus says Ra the Sun and the Light
Thus says Aten the One
and Osiris the Dead
Thus says Isis the Fertile
and Horus the Living
Thus says Ptah the Creator
and Anubis the Master of Souls

Subject Profile # 2353127-A

Celestial Name: Omael
Titles: Lady Tyrant Omael of the Wild House Rabisu, Creator and Governess of large felines, the Sculptor of Magnificent Corporeal Flesh, devoted scholar of the Silver Legion, Lady of Fire, Mistress of Fundamental Flesh, The Eye of Ra.
House: Rabisu (Devourer)
Legion: Silver
Faction: Luciferian
Primary Lore: Flesh
Position: Tyrant of Magid and Lady of the domain Ahulesiel, The Garden of the Oath Bound

Quote: "The Host wanted us to protect and preserve nature and the wild, but humankind was the greatest enemy of our creations and yet, we were not allowed to interfere. That is why I turned on the Host. The humans needed to be taught to respect what was given to them, to tend it, to nurture the wild and everything we had given them."

Memoirs of a Fallen Angel

Of Creation

During the time of creation, I was one of the angels assigned to create the larger beasts of the earth. My particular forte were large cats of prey. Lions, Tigers, Leopards...animals of that nature. To teach them and cultivate their awareness. I enjoyed my work. I often took the forms of the animals I helped to create, according to the Host's divine plan.

Of War

During the war, my primary focus switched from strictly animals, to the flesh of all things, animals, humans, as well as plant life. I was one of the angels assigned to manipulate the workings of the flesh and the nervous system. To tie them both in, together. To be able to feel. I was consumed by my work. It let me shape the way that humans would now feel things physically, how certain chemicals released through those feelings would cause reactions in the brains or the heart of the subject. This of course, was forbidden by the Host and later, so I am told, was almost destroyed by great floods of the earth, though, part of my work survived. The chemistry of it all was so alluring, so beautiful. It was what I was. I was now part of the structure itself. I knew every working function of pain, pleasure, hot and cold. I was sensation and flesh born together through the works of Asmodeus.


But there isn't much I can remember about our life during the war. The earliest memory I've recovered has been in the crumbling Lab of Dis. I remember I was standing there, getting ready to make my rounds for Asmodeus' work. The attacks were close, but I didn't realize at that moment how close they really were. Then it happened. The whole area shook with an earthquake and the building started to crack. Next I remember there were two other fallen standing there. One of them raised his weapon above him and was ready to strike at me. But something stopped him. He looked like a ghost as I turned around to face him. I screamed out with the voice of the animals and fell, they left and the building collapsed. No words, nothing... I was trapped beneath the rubble of the ruins.

I remember the last fight...the seige of the malhim upon the Silver Legions citadel, Taba'et'. I was both captured and bound, taken as a prisoner of war...forced to comply. I remember seeing the fallen around us fight, the Crimson and Iron legions both, never giving up Lucifer's battle. After 40days and 40nights, the legions fell and Lucifer was bound with chains of fire. Much of the rest is unclear to me still.

Of Hell

I remeber the cold. The lonliness. The isolation. I for once, was completely alone. Without the other Elohim, without my brothers and sisters and lovers. Alone and afraid. The insanity begun to eat away at me. Driving me further and further towards dark places I thought never existed.

A song without words.
Black sky without sun.
Reality, changed.
All truth undone.
Hope without peace.
Pain without tears.
Nights without days.
Minutes like years.
Dreams lost to knowing.
Knowing dead to lies.
Lies raging onwards.
Another soul cries.
Faith without works.
Love gagged and bound.
One destiny lost...Another path found.

Illusions of Scalpels and Syringes

Name: Scarlet Reinhart
Age: 27
Occupation: Cosmetic and Reconstructive Plastic Surgeon
Martial Status: Married
Family: No siblings, both parents confined to a nursing home for Alzheimer's patients.





Background Information:

Scarlet was born into a family of money. Both of her parents were practicing in the fields of medicine, her father a psychiatrist, her mother a cardiac surgeon. She spent most of her life abroad in Germany attending a boarding school for girls. Her relationship with her parents is more on an associate level than true family. They were always so busy with their lifestyles and she was usually in school or studying. She was a bright student, one of the best in her graduating class and even graduated a few years earlier than most students who pursue her choice of profession. Scarlet had a vision to make the world a more beautiful place, be it by undoing scars from accidents or creating unique expressions of art with flesh. Not many of her associates agree with her choices and her broad range of creative expression when it came to plastic surgery and the procedures. Scarlet wasn't afraid of the new and imaginative.

Once her parents both became ill, Scarlet tried to tend to them, to take care of them at home along with hired nurses and doctors. She doesn't like seeing her parents suffer in the ways that they are, but it was before the more recent developments and breakthroughs of modern Alzheimer's treatments, that her parents fell ill and now, they are too far gone to be helped much. Scarlet let her own life slip during this time. She was so full of stress she quit her job at the local hospital to stay home with her parents. Scarlet began to doubt her abilities to take care of them and as a lot of mortal beings, she started to abuse her own body by drinking heavily to cope with the stress of her surroundings. Her drinking quickly got out of hand and both parents were moved to a stable facility to spend the rest of their living days in.

Scarlet refused to get help for her drinking problem and her downward spiral continued for several years. One night however, after another drinking binge, Scarlet decided to drive herself home instead of listening to her friends who urged her to let a cab drive her. It began to rain heavily as Scarlet drove the back roads towards her house out in the countryside. It was late, dark, she was drunk, she couldn't see the deer that had wandered into the road in front of her. The car slammed into the deer and swerved along the road, crashing into a tree along the side. Scarlet was thrown from the car onto the ground, where she laid, unconscious, just as the deer she hit, lay near her, both dying.

It was during this severe moment of weakness that allowed for Omael to pass through, called by the passion, the anger, the sadness of Scarlet's soul. Omael's celestial body raced beyond the speed of thought from hell into a prison of flesh. Once Omael's body connected with Scarlet's, the wounds healed, the alcohol purged itself. And the creature stood, looking about the world and what it had become. Flooded with so many new memories not of her own, taking in Scarlet's thoughts, her knowledge, her passions, her pain. And then there was the deer that was dying. She watched as it's chest heaved up and down, labored for breath. Bright red blood oozing from it's nostrils and from shattered bones in it's abdomen. Omael lamented. She tried in vein to restore the creature to perfection, but her powers were not what she remembered. She was somehow limited inside this new form, unable to release her full potential. She sat with the animal until it breathed it's final lamented breath. Omael wept for it.

Journal Entry

It's hard to explain what I feel, how I feel, in this new form. It's been a few days, I figured I should record what goes on.

The first thing I did upon realizing what had happened was to try and call out to my brothers and sisters, the names that I did remember. No answers. Then I walked. For a day and a night, I just walked. I looked all around me at the landscape, at the creatures that weren't afraid to stumble upon my path. So many things gone wrong, so many experiments lost and given up on. I'm heartbroken. Scarlet too experiments, with the flesh of mortals. She's so naive when it comes to her surgical works. But it also amazes me how far they've come in our absence. But too, how much they've destroyed. They should have been taught properly.

Lucifer's war is not over by any means. I feel it in my gut and I feel the need to answer an unheard call to take to arms once more, so I will seek out others of the same ilk and see, just how much things truly have changed and what the course of action is now. The best bet for me to remain unseen would be to assume this child's life as if nothing had happened. I know her memories, her skills are now my skills and we will work to put them to use at this small clinic in Magid.