righteously: (¹⁵ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏ sʜᴀᴍᴇ)
ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴇɴɴɪғᴇʀ ᴀɴᴋʟᴇs ) ([personal profile] righteously) wrote in [personal profile] gynvael 2022-06-14 06:50 am (UTC)

( Great, clearly they are 100% simpatico and Geralt is unquestionably on the same page. No further questions, your honor. Moving on: )

God made like an assload of angels, hundreds, but the only ones that matter right now are the oldest. Archangels. Four of them. Some of the strongest entities in the universe. Strong enough to level the planet if they wanted to. The second angel God made... ( Vague gesture with his glass. Geralt can probably connect that dot, but he'll do it anyway. ) Lucifer.

( Hence the cliff's notes on Christianity. )

For the first time in the history of- well, history, an angel rebelled against God. Totally flipped him the finger, said screw this, screw humans, not happening, those things suck and anyone who's on board with them can eat my ass. Shockingly, this did not go over great with big guy upstairs. God created Hell, and threw Lucifer into a cage in the deepest pits of it. Hell basically became the punishment dimension. Good people die, they go to Heaven, hang out with angels, have eternal peace and paradise, eat orgies and candy bars, whatever. Murderers, rapists, dictators, dudes who wear jeggings? They wind up in Hell. To really paint you a picture of how bad this dude is, he's basically the father of all demons. Bad guy goes to hell, Lucifer screws with their soul until it breaks, turns black, loses all semblance of humanity, becomes twisted, pure evil, and next thing you know, the first demon is born.

( Because at least they're both in relative agreement that demons are Bad and generally a Big Deal. )

I told you I screwed up somebody's apocalypse. It was Lucifer's. He's here. The good news is angels, especially archangels, need specific human vessels to use all their power. The one Lucifer's wearing isn't his, so he's not at full strength, but even without it... what he's capable of with just a fraction of his juice...

( He shakes his head slowly.

Leaves that ominous sentiment hanging for Geralt's imagination to fill in the blanks.
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