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Name: Mephistopheles
Human Name: Dierick Clouse
Nicknames: Scratch, Satan, Mephisto, plasterer of lies, The Deliverer, Malthael King of the Crossroads
Species: Demon
Titles: Hell Lord. The Keeper of Souls, King of Limbo 'The First Circle of Hell'
Age: Unknown
Affiliation: Hell
Mephistopheles is not the Devil. He’s Mephistopheles or Mephisto. He’s a devil or a demon, but he’s not the Devil.
He’s not a Biblical creature and didn’t come out of ancient Middle Eastern religions that Christianity (or some earlier religion) might have demonized. He wasn’t a competing tribe’s god and doesn’t appear in the Bible, except perhaps, as Judas. He appears as Faustus is giving in to temptation, using demonic magic to summon him. But it seems Mephistopheles is not summoned; he was just passing by. Faust has no powers over Mephistopheles, but both are gentlemen and each agrees to service under a contract. Mephisto will serve Faust for a time, and then Faust will go to Hell. For Faust, it’s a fair price to pay. Hell can’t be all that bad, and twenty four years of life is invaluable.
Mephisto's realm includes the Arena of Tainted Souls where tainted souls are locked in perpetual combat. Mephisto delights in impersonating the Biblical Satan. Empowered by the souls of the damned, he often strikes deceptive bargains with the living. Mephisto takes particular interest in the souls of extremely powerful or exceptionally pure beings. But mostly he takes personal interest in those who are already corrupt.
Living in many forms, Mephisto would keep wandering around the living collecting corrupted souls and bringing them down to hell. He amuses the corrupted souls letting them do what their hearts desires only to have them fall in the end. Once a servant of the devil he had gained great knowledge on his own but he doesn't tell anyone. With the many souls he has collected gave him the rank as a Hell-Lord who takes his own rules.
Mephisto was well known for dabbling with dark magic using it for his own advantages over others. Whispers spoke of a demon who came to a woman one night teaching her the powers of witch craft that only she could master. He even told her that she was the most powerful being who could master the power of magic. She was of course a chaotic soul that wanted nothing more than power, so Mephisto told her a way by gather all the wicked people from her home town and make a ritual to gain her and their desires. Shame herself for believing the devil, for in the end she was found out casting spells while the wicked souls would become mad accusing everyone to be a witch until the devil collected his due, Mephisto thought it was cute as they called the tragedy 'The Salem Witch Trials.'
Now Mephisto doesn't like to stick in the crowd for so long; he likes to express himself more as a trickster rather than a ruler. But he manages to do both at times, Some say that he is a master of lies, others say he is evil personified. No one knows for certain, but one thing is certain; He is the deliverer of souls. One tale in particular would be the story of Faust and his first encounter with Mephisto or Mephistopheles giving him a few days to live and when the time came he took him straight to hell. However, not much is still known about Mephisto which the story may still be just that; a story.
We Fallen Few
Only few know this, other would not believe it; but the truth was, Mephistopheles wasn't always Mephistopheles. Before Lucifer rebelled Mephistopheles was once an Angel, but had a name no one has known but most had prefered to call him Malthael. He was one who prefers to explore and meet the new children and beasts that god had made. He would always gaze upon earth and dream of one day becoming an Archangel. But even if he dreams he still has his duty as a scribe of god.
His duty involved writing down the word of the lord and teaching new angels on defense and the arts of guidance. He didn't teach order recruits; owe no he had also tuitered the elites as well. His favorite pupils were the main three; Lucifer, Gabriel and Michael. They may have known how to handle themselves with a sword, but without Malthael the arts of strategy and emotion would be in a uncontrolable state. Other then teaching, Malthael had a knack for creating artifacts and landmarks. God once told him to build a realm for those that would cause corruption in the world of men.
That realm was not called hell at the time, but the name fit perfectly for the land that he helped create. After he had done that job he had another, one that involved the souls of those who were deceased. When the time came Lucifer came to Malthael asking him for aid on the rebellion agaonst God. His fellow scribes believed that he would turn such a thing down but Malthael surprised everyone by accepting Lucifer's request. The rebellion was long, and Malthael was now standing in front of his favorite Pupils; Gabriel. He knew what was to come and he accepted his fate as Gabriel ripped of Malthael's wings and casted him out of heaven and into the realm he made; That was how Mephistoheles came to be.
No Land
No Silver
The Hell Lord looks like the every day appearance of the devil, but with out the horns. However, he does hold one look that he uses at times when he is top side. Looking rather strapping with a suit and tie. Brownish hair and around 5 ft 8. He uses that form almost all the time so expect to have a few glances from people whenever he is around. But always remember; behind the face is a cold hearted demon that would not flinch when its your time to leave the world.
Demon Blade
Mephistopheles choice of weapon that he keeps by his side at all times. This blade can kill angels, and deities alike, he crafted it on his own; other high level demons have blades such as these when they have gone through the war between Angels and Demons. Mephistopheles was one of the elites, and he keeps his blade within his cane and keeps it sheathed. The blade can cut through anything, even the hardest substance, even magic as well. But he barely uses it and doesn't let anyone know about this since he likes to keep it as a surprise.
No Gold
Relationships-
Mephisto is not one to judge when it comes to sharing a bed, he is not shy when it comes to sex. But most of the time he prefers to be single and always mingle. When he is finished with them however, he does not care of what happens next.
Lucifer Morningstar- One that Mephistopheles trusts with his very being. He doesn't want to leave the fallen angels side no matter what. When Lucifer left hell He would visit him whenever he could. Mephistopheles tends to be Lucifer's advisor at times.
Faust- Everyone knows the story about Dr.Faustus and his deal with the devil. How he became far gone in his desires and did what ever he wanted. How he completed the deal and accepted Mephistopheles hand and went to hell. Well after the whole endeaver Faust had not just been tortured for his sins, but became them; he became a demon and soon enough became Mephistopheles #1 companion and bodyguard, where ever he goes Faust will be there hiding in the shadows.
Faust>>>>
John Constantine-One that Mephistopheles does not approve of but admires him a little. He can be such a nuisance at times but when it comes to him living with Lucifer Mephistopheles decided to see how it goes by working with him as an ally/ rival when it comes to it. When they are together make sure to steer clear away from the area.
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Powers & Abilities
- Immortality: Mephisto is suggested to be immortal because of his self-description that he lived long before the universe existed.
- Dark Magic: When Mephisto reveals himself to Faust with his dark magic for the first time, he says he is a part of that power that always wants evil, but always makes good, which might mean that Mephisto is part of evil itself.
- Shape-Shifting: Mephisto came into Faust's lab by disguising himself as a poodle.
- Controlling Elements: Mephisto said that he tried to destroy the world often with the elementals and if he would not have kept fire for himself, he would never have anything. In "Auerbach's Keller", he creates a small flame to scare the guests.
- Reality-Warping: In the movie (but not in the book), he is shown to warp reality: in the disguise of a poodle (the poodle's not seen in the movie), he ran behind a shelf in Faust's lab, starting to shift his shape with smoke. When Faust tried to command the being he let come into his house, shouting against the smoke, Mephistopheles is shown to sit already on the floor behind Faust.
- Compel- Mephistopheles has the ability to speak to humans and compel them to speak up their burdens that weigh their soul.
Weaknesses
- Deals/Contracts- Mephistopheles can only use greater magic by deals and is bound by them. Without making a deal all he can do is what regular demons with power can do.
- Holy Blade: An angels blade could kill him and make him cease to exist.
- Lucifer: Mephistopheles would always be by his side when he asks of him. He would die for him and would come back to him even if were to be betrayed by the fallen angel.
- Host: Not much of a weakness; more like a need, No mortal could comprehend his demonic appearance, they could only see what their minds would allow. So in order to fit in he seeks out worthy vessels that could sate his needs and desire
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As soon as the door opened, the noise from the inside had spilled out into the entryway, heard loudly now as Nik shut the door behind him. He felt a chill, almost immediately. His stomach dropped ever so slightly as the demon latched to his soul did whatever it could to notify of… something. After the demon’s acting out the night before, it was about all that he could do. He had an idea that it was a somebody, instead. It took one glance around to know that he’d be there for a while; spare a few including himself, few patrons at the bar were lacking a leather jacket- and an appearance that was worth wearing one. As he looked, the group was seen. The bartender, and the man in the corner. He made eye contact with a few including the man. He might not have looked startled, but there was no doubting an aura around the Vessel that said he’d never walked in before.
Small steps were taken further into the bar, the noise and hustle of the bikers heard but not fully acknowledged as they went back and forth midst one another. Glancing about, wondering whether to take a seat at the bar or a booth, he walked over to the bar to order. Before he could, his head turned.
The hostility was heard, causing Nikolas to glance over his shoulder, remaining a fly on the wall as much as he could to the matter. Damn. He eyed the man as he pounded the table, causing a slight flinch on his part, he found himself thinking that better not be him. With his luck, lately? Who knew. Before he could finish that train of thought, his eyes snapped wide open when the other stranger took a swing. As fast as a bullet, the man was out and on the floor. He looked at the scene, then to the bartender, who seemed none-too-excited to jump into the matter. “Fuck-” Nik muttered under his breath when a gun was drawn. Then a chain lashed out, quicker than his eye could process. Wide-eyed, he stood there like a deer in headlights for the time being. Who let this kid into a bar, anyway?
Wrestling a demon, only to get murdered in a bar fight. He thought. It seemed anticlimactic on his part. Standing still, trying to pull as little attention to himself as he could, he watched the gang back out and leave, one by one. Nikolas took a breath, almost equally startled to see the man make eye contact when he glanced back over. He swallowed. “I take it those aren’t friends of yours.” Slowly but surely he walked further into the bar, taking a seat at a stool, leaving a couple between him and the man. When he finally sat down, he murmured an order for a rum and coke to the bartender, ID pulled out of his wallet already when he knew he might not be believed without it. Glancing back to the stranger, Nikolas shrugged his shoulders a little.
“I’m… looking for somebody. I had a hunch they might be here,” He stated. His words continued with a ‘here goes nothing’ attitude, lofty blue hues glancing back as he spoke quietly. “What do you know about demons?”
Their futures didn't prove any of this ever happening. It was set in stone, text and amongst other things. Persephone would eat the pomegranate that Hades provides, and from this asking if she had eaten all the seeds. To which she replied with a nod. She had. This seals her fate. With time there would be things that take place, but Persephone's feelings grow towards Hades. In fact, quite the jealous wife, eventually. Here and now however, stands this stranger. Speaking of a heaven he is unaware of. Much the opposite of their world, where they were gods.
Spreading his wings and drawing not a bit of Hades' attention, he was absorbed in thought. All things revolving on the woman that he had been fated to. Feelings foreign to him grasping him firmly and without relent. Yet, Malthael was telling him not to go with intended plan. And why not, he wondered. Hades did what he pleased, with no deterance. No matter who gave their advice. Malthael was. And Hades looked upon him with a risen brow, curious to some degree. His gaze soon drops to the apple?
It was going to be the pomegranate? But this apple instead and if she shared his feelings then it would return to normal. Gardens of Eden. Hades knew nothing of this or what Malthael spoke of. His thoughts were trumping that of Malthael's. Finding it hard to process the assitance he was offering the king. Shaking his head he clears his mind somewhat and looks at the other. " Why are you doing this? You don't know me. Nor I you. Yet, there you stand, offering all this. At what cost? "
“Hmmm not killing. Hmm. All I have done since I was made was kill. Granted it was mostly countless demons coming after me that I have killed. Kinda hard to Switch off the lethal setting and switch to non lethal.
This guy is human right? If so, he should be knocked out alone with everyone else. I even mixed the spell to effect a few Downworlder types like vampires and werewolves. So unless he is a fairy, warlock, or a demon or possibly someone with angel blood in their veins. He should be knocked out with everyone else. Shall I go fetch his body and drop him out here or kidnap him and take him elsewhere? Personally I think it be amusing to make a portal over shark infested waters and throw him into said Portal for a nice swim with the sharks. “
(She actually had this put on a shirt. Since she sees the future as Machine and since she identifies as a female Machine. Even though technically she has no gender but she calls herself the Machine Queen instead of like Ruler or something. Future is Machine. Future is female. I couldn’t help but like this picture when I found it. )
The Machine Phase cometh
(Maybe cause I’m watching the colony with your Guy’s face and seeing all those alien machines around him or the movie the machine with the lovely caity lotz.
What can I say. Machines get me wet.
Lol probably be a funny phrase to put on a shirt for engineers and tech people. Lol. I love my syfy ^•^. ).
She did not say much when he came over and ran his fingers through her hair. Her mind was on another subject and a sigh escaped.
“There is another. Who like us. Doesn’t want to see this world burn. Though it is mainly due to selfish desires. As she claims. Humans are here to entertain her. If they all died, there be no more tv or movies or dubstep for her, no more pizza and candy and all those other goodies. She makes it a point to keep other demons from turning this planet into another hellhole. Can’t say I argue with her logic much. If humans were all dead and gone, I would be out of a job and have nothing to do. One thing I can not stand is boredom, everlasting, boredom. Course she is a nut case but then Lucifer did lock her up in a cage cause he thought she was too dangerous or wild to control. Thinking about the trouble and antics she is causing right now may give me a headache. I can only imagine how you would deal with her. She probably would drive you up the wall. Totally bonkers. “
"Thank you." The shake is accepted. The plan is, of course, to offer Alex the same "immortality" he has down the line. Should all go as planned, there will never be a concern of losing each other- at least, until everything else is already long gone, and perhaps beyond that, too. " His hand falls back to his side, apparently satisfied with what he has offered so far. "With the completion of this job for you, I am left with several other continuing projects. I do, however, have room for more work, should you have need of me and the UAC in the future. I have others at my disposal now, including TranStar. I intend to take Alex's name, as "Alex Hayden" sounds quite awful, but my professional business will stay under the same one it always has."
Samuel Yu. Not bad at all.
He's that obvious, is he? There's no helping it, one day he's fine doing his thing in the underworld, then, he can't keep the woman out of his head. From the orb, he gazes up to Malthael as he hears his words towards Persephone. Hades isn't all that keen on hearing such flattering words torwards Persephone, especially when they weren't coming from him personally. With a deep breath he lifts his chin.
His explanation about this so called weight upon his shoulders, comes in a form of tale. One moment he wakes up and the feelings are there, overwhelming that he's left bewildered. Unable to understand it that he's forced to bottle it up. It was unlike him to desire like this out of the blue. "It's not that I look for her, like I have been searching my entire existance for her. An overnight process, if you will. I'm doing my job one second and the next, I'm here, searching for her. Why would I, the daughter of my oldest enemy." he says as he motions with a hand gesture towards the orb.
It is obvious it bothers him to no end. He didn't have time to bother himself with Malthael placing his hand upon his shoulder. His words continued to flow as he tries to piece together this understanding, still. Hades shakes his head trying to clear his mind of things, speaking his plan when really, he would have never. Not with a complete stranger that he knew nothing about. "There is a fruit in the underworld, near by keep. Pleasant amongst the ruin. Pomegranate, a simple seed should seal her fate. She will belong there and never leave." There you have it. Just like that, his plan.
Jett let out an irritated 'tsk' as Mephistopheles spoke of the Morningstar's. He was nothing like his father, or so he thought. He'd spent only a year or so in his father's territory. He was welcomed with open arms. Jett although extremely rough around the edges, did have a bit of a heart. It was buried and usually wasn't the first organ he thought with, but it was there. This, set his father and himself apart.
The redhead couldn't say he was surprised that a demon was drawn to him. Few that knew deep into his roots, sought him out for whatever reasons. "I used to live here," Jett replied. His hand outstretched to grab the man's own. Though within a few moments, he'd ruined that kinship with the name of his Late Master. Jett retrieved his hand, raising himself from the sandy shore by his own means. "Unfortunately," Jett spoke, whisking a strand of his red hair back into place, "I doubt he'd be happy to see me."
Catherine Chandler paid close attention to Dierick, or to those words more specifically, especially when he was speaking more in depth to some degree, about 'things' that are out there. The so-called mysteries or whatnot that linger in the dark. 'Did she think often of it? Dit it keep her up at night? Has she ever, or would she ever personally go out to seek such things of the night? If it was to help them, if they needed it, or to help others, and protect them from such things?' Truth be told, to those three to four small questions/scenarios flowing through her head, and to that question he posed, she would easily respond yes to. Rather than speak yes, or anything else towards it however, she remained cryptic in a sense, continuing to reveal next to nothing. Even though she knew he would be on her side somewhat with this, it was better left this way for now or for good, she thought to herself. So, whatever had been said, had been just that, only said, until it was time to revisit once more, if that time ever came.
The detective smiled a little with his comment, though wasn't sure if she was supposed to chuckle, or not. Though, she refrained from letting him see, or hear a chuckle, while offering him the most simple of responses.
"Even if I'm not a coffee drinker anymore, I'd definitely go back to it if I had to. I mean, rather than experiencing the latter, that is."
For one reason, or another, something told the detective that this meeting was nearing its end. And, with that, the only thing, or things that would be left to say is, (well on her end of it): Thank you for your time, and assistance- We'll be in touch, if there is anything more to inform you about. And, finally, a polite, professional goodbye along with another handshake, perhaps.' At the same time, she also began to wonder just how right she was with that thought, meaning if anything more, and new would come to the surface, or was it just about all said and done, on his end as well. Without rushing him though, she politely and simply let him be, until he made it clear to her that was finished with his coffee, plus anything, or everything else that went along with that.
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