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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
Comments
Catherine looked up towards him, eyeing him a little on the curious side with the chuckle of his, though said nothing in regards to it. Instead, she listened to what he had to speak, her gaze never leaving him. Word for word she processed it, or as best as she was able to, though she still knew he had more to bring out into the open. Something told her, they were not done here, not even close. Parting her lips ever so slightly to pose another question or two, or to bring up something at least about what he just spoke, but she firmly closed them once more, pressing them into a tight line somewhat. It was his request fo water, and, or a coffee instead, which she replied to first, and foremost, while the detective nodded in his direction.
"I'm sorry about that, but of course, Mr. Clouse. Both will coming up, shortly. May I ask how you take your coffee, so I can have someone make it, and bring it in for you?"
Smiling ever so lightly, while awaiting his response, before either going to make that coffee herself, or get one of her colleagues to do it, if they were free. Hand of hers would briefly be resting upon the phone, ready to pick it up, while she waited for him, yet she would catch on to those last words of his. Some part of might have known that before perhaps, but now it confirmed.
"Who has the head? What are they planning, and why? Are you allowed to tell me that, if you know? Or, show me if you have seen such a thing before?"
If the answers he may, or may not offer in return were put on hold briefly, that was fine, but she left some questions out there to linger on in his mind, until he was ready to speak once more. With every word, she spoke them softly, and professionally, nothing more, nothing less, while she was trying to do her job to the best of her ability.
"A next time? Once on this thing's radar, always on its radar, is that what you are telling me?
Whatever happens from hereon out though, I'll take my chances."
(I'm glad you got a new job. About our rp, can you start please?)
Silence persisted on the other end as he pondered on what was said, none too different than the other. He could not argue this. Not for a second, and yet, he would be last to speak it. “Be wary of becoming too attached, now.” He stated, confidence ringing out in his tone at the warning.
Before further commenting could come from the other end of the call, his time was indeed up. Back into the body- the soul of the boy the demon went, dormant until morning would come. Without further business for the night, off to sleep Nikolas would go. Sleep came to him fairly quick… he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten the full eight hours.
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A man in all leather… the city was a massive place. Late into the next morning, Nik was up and about. A bus was taken, casting him deeper into the heart of Manhattan for… well, who-knows-what. Perhaps he could pick out the demon. Maybe he’d be sought out first. With a clear schedule and little direction, there was no harm in looking… was there? Speaking of which,
Ducking into a space between the buildings, his eyes followed the wing beats overhead as a creature approached. A hand was partway raised into the air in order to meet it. The avian was a starling. Its normally glossy, vibrant feathers were dulled. A subtle, blackened smoke seemed to leave the bird’s feathers when they shifted, black orbs peering back oddly attentive for something that had not been, just a mere hour before.
Nikolas stared back at the bird that rested on his hand, almost expectantly. After a long second of doing so, he frowned. “Y’know, you’re supposed to be helping me out, here.” He murmured to the bird before his hand gave a small upward push to send the bird off. The re-animated starling took off into the air again, just as he stepped back onto the sidewalk. If all else failed? It was an impromptu trip to see Agnes. It didn’t stop him from searching all the while.
Catherine remained silent as she watched Dierick, yet hearing his first words, it could only cause her to look at him as she blinked for a short moment. 'What did he mean by that?' Instead of interrupting him however, all that the detective would do, was continue to watch him, while she prepared herself to listen, no matter what. Good, or bad, she was in on this conversation now, and she wanted to know anything, or everything. Following his words, his explanation towards her, she fell incredlbly silent. Head bowed down just a little, eyes closed, and the detective once more trying to get an image of what had been. Of him, this cloaked figure, trying to determine if she had seen a head in his hand, but it clear, she had not. Eyes opened once more, she lifting her head up towards him, as she lightly shook it at the same time.
"No. I did not see the head with the Dullahan. I wasn't even looking at where his other hand rested, in all honesty, as I just needed to find a way out. It is a miracle we got out, at all, I guess.."
The movies he had mentioned, the detective had never gotten a chance to watch them, though she had heard of them. If she ever watched them, that was another thing, and not something to dwell upon in that moment. The detective wanted to ask him, what they could do, or if not them, just she, if she could do anything against the figure to stop it from happening again, yet she did not. She also wanted to ask, just how they, or she could get Nathaniel's body back, if Dierick's theory was correct, yet that she didn't do either. If it didn't come up, sometime down the track, she would most definitely allow it to come to the surface. Yet for now, the ball simply lay in his court, so to speak, and it was up to him, on where things went from here.
"This time? But not really. I'm just smart," so he likes to think. Morgan merely shrugs and heads towards the door of his office, waiting for his compainion to exit before swiping the keycard infront of his door, effectively locking it. Good news for Mephesto, Morgan hasn't QUITE figured out what he is beyond a man with a few magic tricks. and given the tricks Morgan can do himself, it might be hard to impress the younger man.
"Chinese," he says this suddenly, almost out of nowhere.
"Dinner?" Morgan eyes the birds, who seem to be well behaved enough to stand still for a little bit while he strides over to the fabricator, apparently working on something that keeps him silent for a few moments. Eventually, he returns with different parts which he puts together and creates a good sized cage, leaving the door open for them to come and go as they please. They wont be able to leave his giant office easily, and he wont have to worry about Alex finding out for a while.
"Depends on what's FOR dinner, I guess," he returns to his desk, finally, and pulls a red plastic card from a drawer and slips it into the pocked of his suit.
Could she trust him with this? Would she be speaking too much? Was there a reason she could be silenced, if it would come to that? Not from him, but another. Could he know of what she was about to share, considering Nate seemed to be familiar with it? Or, the way she saw his curious expression then and there, would it be new to him, in a sense? So many questions, too little time to think of them. Answers, they would truly be the only thing they could help her out in this moment, it would seem.
Releasing a light breath to herself only, she then started to fill in the blanks, to ease his curiosoity. At the same time, she hoped it would ease some, or all of hers. Clear spoken and audible is how she would speak, yet at times, knowing he would understand, or hoping he would, her voice would grow hushed, because whatever it was, needed to stay with her only. That is how she felt.
"You will probably believe me, or you won't, but I hope I'm not making a mistake by talking about this. It is the first time I have ever seen something like this, Dierick. If you, or Faust know something of this, I hope you can tell me, instead of keeping me in the dark. Glowing eyes, that's how it started. It was seen from the direction of the forest, when I was on my way here to bringing Nate back to his father. Instead of leaving it alone, I decided to investigate into it. It was cold though, so very cold wherever I walked on the icy ground, with this thing around, despite the weather being anything but that. An awful, shrieking sound came from behind me, and when I turned around, I saw a cloaked figure, who was coming towards me, and trying to reach out for me.
One touch alone could have killed me, apparently. There is nothing more I can say on it, as that is all I know. Have you seen, or heard about this kind of thing before, or is it new to you as well?"
Catherine needed answers. Catherine wanted answers more than anything. Only time would reveal what the next few moments would bring, as in, if those answers would be a good thing, and bring her one step forward, or instead to a dead end.
(I'm terribly sorry for the late reply. I got a new job and it took all of my time. I couldn't get online at all, only to work. I quit working for them so things have calmed down. If you're still up for roleplaying with me, I would lstill ike to go with your idea of Mephisto being assigned to watch over Elathan. Would you like to start please ?)
“My true name. Hmmmm maybe I will uncover that one day. Course if what you said is true about names giving power over demons. Maybe it’s best I don’t know it. So then I can’t accidentally tell the wrong person. “
She gsve a shrug of her shoulders. Not real professional of her but she didn’t know what else to say on the name subject.
“ I must admit. I never bothered to think of a hobby. I’m what humans would call, a work aholic. Married to my job. Etc. I’m not sure when was the last time I .... how do humans say it. ....’ Let my hair down ‘. What does our kind do for fun that isn’t related to hellrazing?”
//Yes I like that, Edena is part demon... Maybe she finds out more of her demonic heritage?//
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