"Well, the daevas were the end result of a long process. There's no telling how many failed experiments came before them," Ellie said darkly, thinking of some of the wretched creatures who scratched out a miserable existence in Hell's darkest corners. It was assumed that they were all just fiends, but who could say? No one cared to look too closely. "Or what deformities he may be hiding. He's powerful, as powerful as Morningstar could make him; I'm sure he can alter his appearance. But he wouldn't necessarily need to, I think. We've been building human corporations down there forever, after all." She left it at that, unwilling to distress the angel by elaborating.*
"I haven't heard many specifics, I'm afraid...there were stories about a daeva who was involved in a failed attack on a prophet, and rumors that another had been taken apart and rebuilt into several lesser demons, though I'm not sure I buy that one." She tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. "If I remember right, the Snob--sorry, Gabriel--might be able to tell you more. I remember there was something about his having thwarted a daeva, once."
She smiled sadly at Aziraphale's confession. "No, I doubt it, Aziraphale dear. I was terrified when it finally dawned on me how far beyond the scope of our jobs Tali and I had gone. What we did wasn't just forbidden, it was supposed to be flat-out impossible. That's why we went to John. We had no idea what to do without rules to guide us..."
Trailing off with a faraway look in her eyes, she fell silent for a few moments, then shook her head impatiently. "I really don't know what he might be thinking. But I know in his place I'd be absolutely petrified of displeasing Lucifer. He must be fairly sure of what he's doing..." she paused, looking thoughtful, "...assuming he's being given any kind of guidance, that is. Morningstar's attention span is a bit erratic--he's been known to develop fixations that keep him distracted for long stretches. Asmodeus could be acting as a free agent by necessity. That could very well be what tripped up his predecessors, in fact."
Another thought occurred, one that she didn't particularly want to contemplate, but it was a possibility that they probably ought to consider. "Then again...not to paint him as too sympathetic, but I suppose it's possible he was just lonely. He's the only one of his kind, a misfit, and so is she. Hard not to see a certain parallel there, I guess."
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*Heaven had the original blueprints to work from, so to speak. Hell had been obliged to reverse engineer their version, once there were enough humans around that a few bodies wouldn't be missed.
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Date: 2007-10-29 08:18 am (UTC)"I haven't heard many specifics, I'm afraid...there were stories about a daeva who was involved in a failed attack on a prophet, and rumors that another had been taken apart and rebuilt into several lesser demons, though I'm not sure I buy that one." She tapped her fingers on the table, thinking. "If I remember right, the Snob--sorry, Gabriel--might be able to tell you more. I remember there was something about his having thwarted a daeva, once."
She smiled sadly at Aziraphale's confession. "No, I doubt it, Aziraphale dear. I was terrified when it finally dawned on me how far beyond the scope of our jobs Tali and I had gone. What we did wasn't just forbidden, it was supposed to be flat-out impossible. That's why we went to John. We had no idea what to do without rules to guide us..."
Trailing off with a faraway look in her eyes, she fell silent for a few moments, then shook her head impatiently. "I really don't know what he might be thinking. But I know in his place I'd be absolutely petrified of displeasing Lucifer. He must be fairly sure of what he's doing..." she paused, looking thoughtful, "...assuming he's being given any kind of guidance, that is. Morningstar's attention span is a bit erratic--he's been known to develop fixations that keep him distracted for long stretches. Asmodeus could be acting as a free agent by necessity. That could very well be what tripped up his predecessors, in fact."
Another thought occurred, one that she didn't particularly want to contemplate, but it was a possibility that they probably ought to consider. "Then again...not to paint him as too sympathetic, but I suppose it's possible he was just lonely. He's the only one of his kind, a misfit, and so is she. Hard not to see a certain parallel there, I guess."
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*Heaven had the original blueprints to work from, so to speak. Hell had been obliged to reverse engineer their version, once there were enough humans around that a few bodies wouldn't be missed.