((This is a diary that Red is reading, it is highly unlikely anyone would get to read it but I hope you enjoy reading something about her none the less. Smile ))
Winter was wrought among high hills and mountains....in a manner of speaking that is how I came into being. I see my life as having two distinct phases, a punishment turned to my advantage and gave me a second chance at being someone of whom I could feel pride. That's jumping ahead though and I've decided to write down the details of my life here in the hopes that one day I'll feel secure enough to share it with others, with one other specifically but for now only the paper will get to hear the tale.
The beginning is a place to start but my beginning probably will spawn images of folklore and superstition and so I will accompany it with some facts. I am an Angel or more properly I am a Fallen Angel, but that is also not the beginning. When I was created I knew little of the world at large, I was given a single emotion, that of worship.
Few humans can comprehend, indeed few beings at all, the fact that angels are not like other beings. We were not given free will, nor free reign over our thoughts. We were only what we were meant to be, that is until God made humans.
God must have known that giving a person freewill would eventually lead to strife and misery as he began to give his Angels different skills that he foresaw as being necessary. But like with many things adding onto a creation after it's completion these new skills and tasks sat poorly , like clothes a few sizes too large, or too small. We moved through the motions of our new responsibilities like dutiful clockwork toys. Those that were told to guide humans, guided them, those that were told to embody love, hardwork, dedication all strove to accomplish those tasks. But what were these things to beings that had only known worship" We had no basis other than that which God taught us, and he is not a verbose teacher.
Humans, at first, mistook us for gods, and gave us names to suit their need to understand the world. I was given many names among them were: Agasaya , Badb, Anouke, Erra, Enyo, Dev, Kat"al"ain, Riza, Athena and Ares. Humans could not distinguish our sexes and therefore attributed multiple faces to each of us, and we did not care because all we were doing was following a script.
By the time Judaism came along I had been playing the part of God/Goddess of War for an aeon. The practice of worshiping God every day had long since dropped from my plate and I was kept busy sowing seeds of dissent and then guiding those I favored in war. And oh was there war for man was thirsty for it. Michael and Gabriel were the names given unto me in the Bible, at that point in history it was inconceivable to man that a female aspect could do what I had done in the name of my God.
It was around the time that man was coming to fear me, not pray to me that I began to understand that my very existence was a plague. War was embedded into human history and there was little I could do to stop it at that point, but I began to perceive that I did not want to foster it either.
God is not forgiving. God is harsh and, for his first creations most especially, he shows no mercy. There were hundreds of us that learned that lesson as the tasks we had been doing for centuries, had been forced to do for centuries, finally began to mold us into something other than what God wanted.
God is also vindictive, I of all the fallen Angels know this well. After all, I was the one that He sent on some many missions of death to demonstrate his displeasure. It was fortuitous for me that when I finally rebelled it was at a time of chaos and thus the punishment God handed me was less of a punishment and more of a blessing. Lest you believe this was Gods intent, I will tell you that later, when this error was brought to His attention, He attempted to rectify the situation and bring me back under His control. But that is also later in the story.
Perhaps I will attempt to put down my life as it was during the time before my Fall, but most of it can be found in books of legend and lore. I wish I could say they were far from the truth, but the stories are mostly accurate, excepting perhaps the Bible. There are other books on other worlds that tell tales of my earlier years as well and perhaps I will include those at some point. I am not now what I was and I can not change my past. At this point I am not sure that I would, for my past has brought to my present and I would do much to preserve that.
So these pages will hear of my punishment next and the start of the woman that people call "Red." Red "ur Thorne ?il Farve.
Winter was wrought among high hills and mountains....in a manner of speaking that is how I came into being. I see my life as having two distinct phases, a punishment turned to my advantage and gave me a second chance at being someone of whom I could feel pride. That's jumping ahead though and I've decided to write down the details of my life here in the hopes that one day I'll feel secure enough to share it with others, with one other specifically but for now only the paper will get to hear the tale.
The beginning is a place to start but my beginning probably will spawn images of folklore and superstition and so I will accompany it with some facts. I am an Angel or more properly I am a Fallen Angel, but that is also not the beginning. When I was created I knew little of the world at large, I was given a single emotion, that of worship.
Few humans can comprehend, indeed few beings at all, the fact that angels are not like other beings. We were not given free will, nor free reign over our thoughts. We were only what we were meant to be, that is until God made humans.
God must have known that giving a person freewill would eventually lead to strife and misery as he began to give his Angels different skills that he foresaw as being necessary. But like with many things adding onto a creation after it's completion these new skills and tasks sat poorly , like clothes a few sizes too large, or too small. We moved through the motions of our new responsibilities like dutiful clockwork toys. Those that were told to guide humans, guided them, those that were told to embody love, hardwork, dedication all strove to accomplish those tasks. But what were these things to beings that had only known worship" We had no basis other than that which God taught us, and he is not a verbose teacher.
Humans, at first, mistook us for gods, and gave us names to suit their need to understand the world. I was given many names among them were: Agasaya , Badb, Anouke, Erra, Enyo, Dev, Kat"al"ain, Riza, Athena and Ares. Humans could not distinguish our sexes and therefore attributed multiple faces to each of us, and we did not care because all we were doing was following a script.
By the time Judaism came along I had been playing the part of God/Goddess of War for an aeon. The practice of worshiping God every day had long since dropped from my plate and I was kept busy sowing seeds of dissent and then guiding those I favored in war. And oh was there war for man was thirsty for it. Michael and Gabriel were the names given unto me in the Bible, at that point in history it was inconceivable to man that a female aspect could do what I had done in the name of my God.
It was around the time that man was coming to fear me, not pray to me that I began to understand that my very existence was a plague. War was embedded into human history and there was little I could do to stop it at that point, but I began to perceive that I did not want to foster it either.
God is not forgiving. God is harsh and, for his first creations most especially, he shows no mercy. There were hundreds of us that learned that lesson as the tasks we had been doing for centuries, had been forced to do for centuries, finally began to mold us into something other than what God wanted.
God is also vindictive, I of all the fallen Angels know this well. After all, I was the one that He sent on some many missions of death to demonstrate his displeasure. It was fortuitous for me that when I finally rebelled it was at a time of chaos and thus the punishment God handed me was less of a punishment and more of a blessing. Lest you believe this was Gods intent, I will tell you that later, when this error was brought to His attention, He attempted to rectify the situation and bring me back under His control. But that is also later in the story.
Perhaps I will attempt to put down my life as it was during the time before my Fall, but most of it can be found in books of legend and lore. I wish I could say they were far from the truth, but the stories are mostly accurate, excepting perhaps the Bible. There are other books on other worlds that tell tales of my earlier years as well and perhaps I will include those at some point. I am not now what I was and I can not change my past. At this point I am not sure that I would, for my past has brought to my present and I would do much to preserve that.
So these pages will hear of my punishment next and the start of the woman that people call "Red." Red "ur Thorne ?il Farve.