Vertigo ((For Lucifer))

[tryingitall]

Balthazar is born, with a clutch of a few thousand other winged siblings, around the same time the first multicellular organisms begin swimming in the Earth's primordial sea. A new type of angel, more delicate than multi-winged seraphim, not quite as flashy as a cherub, and tinier by far than the four Archangels. Ofanim, they're called, the Wheels, and they Never. Stop. Moving.

It wouldn't be hard to find the young angel annoying. He's an unstoppable fireburst of good-natured humor and interest in everything going on around him, and he's all over everything he can be. At first, he and the siblings his age are allowed to roam the planet a bit, Graces singing with delight at everything they see. Rocks! Look, they glitter! Oh, the scum on the water is the best shade of green! But the clouds, look at the shape and the way they move--!

Creation is just that amazing, evidently. Presumably the Father finds them endearing in their innocent delight, but it's not long before they have to be gathered back up into Heaven to be made into soldiers. Some of the Ofanim take to that well enough, but Balthazar's performance is spotty. Fighting seems to go against his grain in some fashion; he doesn't want to hurt anything. But he does have a fascination for Heavenly weaponry. That's a start, at least.

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[301pt81]

The planet was beautiful. The way everything worked in harmony, had a purpose, lived and died all by his Father's plan. The colors. The wind. Nebulae wasn't this perfect. Life was beautiful.

And yet, as wonderful as it was, Lucifer couldn't figure out why it was here in the first place. After all, his siblings were wonderful, but they each served a purpose. What did this planet serve other than to be it's own self-sustainable ecosystem? There had to be more to it, but... he wasn't going to question it. Whatever this place was here for, it was bound to be incredible.

While he could easily appreciate the beauty of life for hours on end, there were other matters to attend to and always some form of work to be carried out. Not that he got back to his duties with reluctance or anything. His own purposes were firmly set, so much so that he need not ever feel the need to question them.

But today's task was something a bit unexpected. It wasn't so much of an order as it was just a feeling- a want to go to the newest additions to their ever growing family. Something told him that he may as well check on them, even if he had never really shown much of himself among any of the younger angels. Today, he just felt like it. Upon finding them - the Ofanim they were called - he quickly spotted one that more or less hung to himself.

That alone was odd enough for anyone to pick up on. They were a family. A brood. There were no lone wolves in their pack, even if it was only in a socializing sense. He watched closer, trying to figure out why this angel felt the need to separate himself a bit for the time being. It seemed like the new ones were being introduced to a bit of violence today and that one was having a hard time catching on. On closer inspection, it almost seemed like he didn't want to catch on.

A pacifist in their midst? That's new. Refreshing as well, but he shouldn't think that way and neither should the new one. They have a task, a purpose, even if it may be unclear sometimes.

In only one beat of his massive wings, he was next to the new one with arms folded and eyes trailing him up and down, trying to find if perhaps he somehow wasn't fit for war. The idea was laughable and quickly proved wrong. This one had a strong, lean build. He would make a fine warrior... if he tried. "What do they call you, little brother?"

((ooc: Let me know if this is okay! I feel like I'm writing him so ooc because I'm trying hard to do this pre-fall. lol Also I have no idea what his name was before the fall or even if it's written down some where (but I'm pretty sure it's not Lucifer??) so forgive me for that, too!))