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Supreme Archangel Samael is what one would expect an all powerful supernatural agent to be. He was brilliant, cunning, and not afraid of speaking his mind. Although, these were the traits that led to his fall.
Before the beginning, he specialized in the engineering of the constellations and appointed several of his colleagues for the architecture of the stars. He worked alongside fellow archangels and other angels in the highest hierarchy.
This was a passion of his, the stars. Perhaps that's what coined his current name. Lucifer Morningstar. At least for a while before he got bored of his own name and changed it to Satan, King of Hell.
He looked a lot different then. He had curly brown hair, porcelain skin, and delicate features. Textbook angel, that one. Whereas now, he's just a giant bright red mass with horns, hoofs, and a suspiciously long tail.
But there's a story to tell and how maybe, Samael had his reasons for falling and why he'd do anything to fall again if it meant never being associated with Heaven ever again.
After all, King of Hell does sound a lot better than Prince of Heaven, doesn't it?
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Heaven, before the beginning, was ultimately as dull as one could imagine, not one thing to decorate the vast empty white space. Angels tended to have a little more reserved imagination, this is why the designing is left to Samael and his profound imagination. He was odd, the other angels thought, but no one dared to question him if that means creating Earth would move along faster.
Angels have a tendency to have a moldable mind while Samael's mind is already molded. To his own will, of course. This would often bother Samael and would lead to long heart-to-heart talks with the only angel and confidant that could see what he means. Archangel Raphael.
He and Raphael were a lot a like in terms of the passion for the stars. He could also tell when Heaven is being utterly ridiculous with their plans. His head wasn't so easily molded by other angels as well, he had his own beliefs which earned Samael's respect.
"I just don't see the point of creating all this when they'll just chop it up after 6000 years." said Raphael as he placed the blueprint on the already cluttered table. It was the only place in all of Heaven where one would see clutter, really.
Samael exhales a deep and thoughtful breath, "They're being ridiculous. Who told you this anyhow?"
"Another angel, Aziraphale. Principality, I think."
"Principality?" He scoffs. "Probably an idiot, that one."
"I don't think so."
Samael shoots him a doubtful look. Unlike Raphael, he had a superiority complex and tend to like the hierarchy. He believes those on top deserves it and those below him merely exist to do the boring work, such as designing the 'people'. Whereas, Raphael thinks a hierarchy is just idiocy and an excuse for angels to a bitch towards other angels because they have no other way to take their frustrations out. So, why not take it out on each other?
Samael couldn't care less for the people they were designing. He only cared about the stars, constellations, nebulas, which he now found out will simply be 'fancy wallpaper', as Raphael noted, to the people he seemed to not give a shit about.
"I was thinking of talking to the Metatron about it." said Raphael, but he remembered what the principality said about questioning the Plan. "Do you think I'd get into trouble for that? Questioning and all."
Samael shakes his head, "Nah. It's just a question, really."