And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiver the whole world. (CW)

Informations regarding the topic:

Time + Date: About midnight + February 28th 2021
Place + Surroundings An abandoned building in SouthSide + Description of room will be in the text

Clothes: A dark suit with a velvet red jacket and black shoes Link
- Other: Is 1,96 meters tall + Unique aura + Angelic beauty + American accent
- Powers: False Messiah (Species related), Omnimalevolence, Immortality & Power Negation

Topic dedicated to: @Remy

After having somehow lost the scent of this false image of his father, and the pretty little witch not wanting to tell him the truth, he'd set his eyes on the torment of another angel. Of course, this did not mean he'd completely forgotten that little lamb, as he'd be seeing her again quite soon and this time it wasn't not necessarily going to go well. Though he did have to admit, she was rather intriguing and he just wanted to crack open her beautiful skull and learn every little secret she had. He hated that she somehow made him think of her, that he would be walking around and a dark-haired woman reminded him of her. It made him want to kill her at the same time, even if he knew he probably wouldn't be able to do it or rather didn't want to do it. His frustrations about not being able to get her out of his mind, also meant his explosions of anger came out more and more often and it would not be in the favour of dear Ra'am, quite the opposite actually, though he himself was going to enjoy it.
He'd ordered a few demons, to find the archangel and knock him out, so that he would wake up chained to the table, of course, the chains being bad for angels and weakening them. He'd also readied a few instruments, and he was planing on a little experiment, which he'd sadly missed with this fake Lucifer. So he was very much going to enjoy this.
As a demon came to him, telling him that his dear uncle, had been captured, and now chained to the table, he quickly collected himself and then walked downstairs, to greet his guest. The room laid dark and quiet, as he came inside and with elegant steps he came closer to the table, turning on the light as he stood beside the older angel "Why hello, I'm so pleased you could be here," he said in a smooth voice, dominated by the American accent. A smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes lingered on the angel's face, and it slowly became more cruel.

Drugging someone who could see anything and everything around him was no small feat for anybody. Especially not for a demon. It had been one of those annoying moments of hindsight and muscle memory as he had taken a sip of his drink and in the moment it touched his lips he saw it. It had changed colour. A moment of weakness perhaps, after years of having comfortably not had any issues with demons hunting him had maybe made him a little inattentive – he spat out the liquid as soon as it dawned on him, sticking out is tongue as he did so, looking like a child that had drank something with a bad taste.
He had exited the bar soon after, attempting to teleport home and away from the danger he knew lured around the corner, but to no luck. Whatever had touched his tongue for no less than a second, had managed to get into his body, nonetheless. With an annoyed hiss he had leaned onto the rough brick wall next to him, as the poison spread through his body, weakening his muscles. Hang on for a few minutes, he told himself with a frustrated groan, and your body will get rid of it. He never made it any further before he felt himself surrounded by demonic auras and collapsed. He only felt grateful that he hadn’t expanded his wings from his back as that would have made him vulnerable to anyone wishing to cut them off.

He couldn’t tell how long it had taken, in the van, getting dragged downstairs, getting strapped onto whatever this hard surface was. Just that he had tried every second of the time to hurt his capturers even though blindfolded and dizzy from the drugs – and thankfully succeeded a few times, resulting in harsh and painful whacks. Remiel groaned as the chains dug into his skin and clenched his fists in anger at the dark spells that hurt his body. Just as he had started feeling the drugs leaving his body the damn chains made him dizzy and unfocused all over again. Luckily he was laying down as his legs wouldn't have held him up. He growled in frustration, pulling however hard he could, in hopes to find a flaw in the installation. He stiffened up as he felt him walk into the dark room. Shit. Remy didn’t live under a stone and knew very well that Samael had been hunting his siblings for a long time. Michael had seemed fanatically obsessed with finding him as well. Genuine fear, something he hadn’t felt for a very, very long time, shot through his body for a short second before he got a hold on himself. The dark chains that seemed to counter his light made it harder for his head to focus.
A light got turned on. Remiel winced at the sudden brightness and squinted at his – what was he? Nephew? Not that he thought of Samael as any sort of family. The smug smile made it somehow easier to focus for a second, as pure hatred momentarily cleared his noisy mind.  “Oh, I wish you’d rid yourself of that terrible accent,” he mumbled, the words slurry in his mouth that felt as though his tongue was too large, making him sound drunk. He still felt dangerously drowsy, as if his eyelids were heavy and he was gonna fall asleep any second now. I'm so pleased you could be here. His eyebrows knitted in his forehead. “Mh, that makes one of us,” he murmured very unpleased and still rather bitter from having let down his guards. Drugged. How embarrassing.

"Don't be like that, you have a great purpose here, one which your "brother" couldn't continue to hold," he explained, as hi slowly started opening op the angel's shirt "You see I need a candidate for an experiment and you just the perfect one." There was an almost glee in his gaze, as he watched Remiel laying there on the coldness of the metal table. It had been Lucifer who'd been chosen first but given he couldn't quite find the newly fallen angel, Remiel was a perfect second candidate. This time he wasn't to let the angel leave nearly as easily, oh no, he was going to let him die if that was what it took to see the experiment through.
As the shirt got opened, his fingers grace across the pale skin, which would both feel like the most amazing touch and one that would give the feeling of never being happy again. It was is if he was able to touch all Remiels nerves and pulsate electricity through his tiny body, but also remove all semblance of happiness and warmth "I am going to inject you a couple of times and then we'll just see how your pure angelic being can handle the pure corruption of my being," he explained, while taking out a needle, with black liquid inside it, expect unlike the normal types of liquid, this appeared almost alive, moving around inside the tube "The first injection." He jammed the needle into Remiel's chest, allowing the liquid to enter the angel's body. Reactions wouldn't come at first, rather a little while would go before it would start to feel as if he was sick, more even so because Remiel was still pure and had not yet fallen, as Lucifer had done before his injection was given. He would probably feel cold, and as if darkness and evil was about to grab him and hold on, much like a parasite would around it's chosen victime.

Remiel had been surprisingly close to Lucifer before he fell and had felt immense sadness knowing he hadn't gotten to meet this new version that supposedly was like what Lucifer had been like when they had grown up together. Unbeknownst to many, Remy had highly contemplated following his brother those many hundred-thousand years ago, but had in the end chosen to stay. God had had mercy taking him back with open arms and Remiel had never looked back since, never once regretting his decision to stay in Heaven. Humans had turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to him, giving him a worthy purpose. He assumed this was why Samael said the word brother with such sarcasm, making him wonder if it was his doing that this alternative version had followed its original fate.
You're just the perfect one.
Remiel scoffed loudly, lifting his head a little as he watched Samael unbutton his shirt with his lips pinched together to a straight line. "I usually like when people think I'm perfect but admittedly it's a bit worrisome coming from you; knowing your idea of perfection and all," he muttered sarcastically through clenched as his voice and head were slowly loosing the drowsiness. He didn't like what he was seeing. Torture usually didn't phase him much. With his age and his rank he had endured enough for many lifetimes and found that most creatures had become very unadventurous in their methods, but not Samael, he knew. Never Samael. Never not thinking of new ways to wreck hammock and pain and - ah!

Remy's head shot up with a wince when his nephew's fingers touched his chest. What on Earth!? The nerves in his entire body seemed to flicker, making him twitch and clench his fists. Fuck! He drew in a sharp breath. This was by far the strangest most ambivalent sensation he had ever felt. His eyes widened slowly, as it dawned on him what was happening. The pure corruption of my being. Was this his essence!?
"I - you what? - ah!" Whatever liquid this was, he could feel it as soon as it entered his system. It was as if he could follow exactly how slowly it spread, bringing nothing but cold. For a few seconds he felt clarity. His perfect vision making him take in everything around him, zoning in on Samael's expectant gleeful face. His lips curled up in absolute disgust. "That you dare!" He roared. Although he wasn't able to control his powers, not at this point anyway, a faint thunderous rumble could be heard somewhere above them and his eyes flickered of bright electricity. "Oh, nephew," he sneered. "You will pay for this." The numbness spread quicker as soon as the cold liquid hit his heart, slowly dulling down the lightnings in his eyes.

He watched as Remiel's anger slowly emerged, and lightning was to be heard above them, and he laughed just as the angel spoke. With a tight grip, he placed his hand against Remiel's neck, holding around it and just letting enough air to his brain, so that he wouldn't pass out, yet be able to feel as if his head would explode "I do dare, dear uncle!" he said with a bit more force behind his voice "You think you know pain, you think you know torture or sorrow, you are like a child when it comes to this knowledge. I have lived every single version of pain that exists, and now you're gonna know a few of those versions," his eyes slowly turned completely black, allowing just a tiny amount of the anger he held inside him, to be shown to Remiel.
He was a man who often showed himself controlled and not easily angered, yet he held so much rage inside him, and if one day that rage were to come out, it would be quite explosive. He'd been nothing but an infant when his father brought him to hell and his first touch wasn't one of love, it was burning fire all over his body. He'd not known what love was, not until Azura or his dearly beloved sister Maelle. He found it to be humorous that Remiel threatened with a vengeance as if he held the right to do such an act. Every single of those angels, failed so many times and at this moment, this was his acts of vengeance and he was going to enjoy it.
"I am going to show you pain in a way you've never experienced it before, and you will know that while I am having my fun with you, no one is looking for you because no one cares enough to try and find you." He laughed, but then snapped his fingers as if to signal someone to come forward. Genesis came out from the shadows, bags under her eyes as if she hadn't slept at all, her skin paler than ever before, and what skin was exposed showed signs of scars. She was almost frail-looking as if she hadn't eaten in days or maybe even months. She'd been tortured and turned against God, turned towards darkness and evil. As Samael softly caressed her cheek, turning back into his more controlled self, and a hunger appeared in the eyes of the young angel as if she hungered and deeply needed his touch "You know what to do," he said and her gaze met his eyes, with the same hunger as a starving man who'd never seen real food "Yes," she said, with a raspy voice, as if she'd been screaming for months and now wasn't truly able to speak softly anymore. "I'll see you in a few hours," he patted him on the cheek, before then leaving Remiel alone with Genesis. Her eyes looked dow at him, with sorrow, as she knew the pain he was about to go through, and as she for a moment turned her back towards him, he would be able to see the scars, from where her wings used to be.

The chokehold and burst of anger came out of nowhere and caught him off guard. His hands were too tight around his throat that it didn't even allow a wheeze out, let alone any other sounds. Remiel shut his eyes tightly for a second, in order to not show the fear that stroke him like a lightning and when he opened them back up, the hazel eyes regarded his black anger with stoic determination. He was not going to buckle to this nonsense. The fingers around his neck sparked the same ambivalent sensation as before, making him more confused than anything else. The coldness added onto whichever weird, tingling desire. Mixed with the lack of oxygen it made him feel like he was floating. His sight started flickering, little sparks of light clouding his vision to let him know that he was about to pass out.
Then the hand let go.
Remiel wheezed and coughed desperately as he tried to not draw in too large of a breath but rather focused on small amounts of oxygen to not damage his lungs - a feat that proved to be a lot harder than expected. White spots still clouded his sight and as he spoke with pure despise for the demon, sharp pain flared up through his throat. "Next time we trap you, I will make sure you will stay in whatever miserable dimension forever, you pathetic piece of lowlife -"

Her aura hit him before he saw her through his clouded eyes. The fallen One. His coarse words died out as she walked into the dim light and he groaned in absolute despair as his eyed widened in disbelief. He had earlier on told himself to not give Samael the satisfaction of seeing him break but this was too much. "Gen?" He whimpered coarsely, her aura hitting him like a thousand stabs to his body cutting through his very essence. He had to look away from her, his perfect vision seeing every single scar on her starved body, making him nauseous. This couldn't possibly be her. Last he had seen her was before the World Wars and she had been healthy and beautiful and - he dared to look back at her, his eyes showing obvious pain for what she had endured. The flicker of need for Samael's touch that he saw in her eyes made the world turn. He was definitely going to be sick. Was this the injection or was it seeing her like this? "Ah," he gasped as another wave of nausea hit him, clenching his fists. Her voice had always been so soothing and bright, like the tickle of water in a spring. Now she sounded like a broken violin. He mourned for her, much more than he had felt any other fear that evening, this made his eyes tear up by an overwhelming amount of sorrow. He had never before in his 700.000 years felt a presence with less hope. Never. She was like a void. "My God, what did they do to you." His sorrowful whisper was barely audible. I'll see you in a few hours. Was he going to let Genesis torture him? His eyes widened in shock. He couldn't. "Look at her!" He growled after the Demon. "Man up and do your own dirty work you bastard!"

Remy turned to his niece with pleading eyes. He wasn't fearful of the torture, he knew he could probably take it, but her soul was already so weak and he desperately didn't want her to loose whatever little flicker of hope he hoped was still inside of her. "Gennie," he whispered desperately, opening his hands so his palms were facing upwards in hopes that she would take them. "Whatever he has promised you is a lie." Remy tried his best to project warmth and hope and whatever bit of angelic light he still had left in him despite the cold creeping up on him, trying to turn off the light of every corner of his body. "Please. Let me show you."