A/N: A short exploring an idea I had at school today. There are spoilers for Angel's season 5. I may continue to post little snippets of my insights into the wonderful character and the amazing possibilities that she represents. But I meant it about the spoilers.
Disclaimer: This is either really insightful or really stupid. Maybe both. Who knows?
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The God-King
This shell is weak. Pathetically so. All the mortals in this time are so. It is disgusting beyond words, beyond expression how far I have fallen. I, who once ruled kingdoms vaster than anything known to this world now, have been compressed, reduced to nothing. My power has been crippled, stolen from me and I was unable to stop them.
They infest this world like the vermin they are. Everywhere I look I am reminded of what was once my realm, my kingdom. Humans are nothing but deceit. They lie to themselves, create walls. Not just about their person, but about their very essence.
Love. Mercy. Compassion. Justice. They taint their existence with myths, lies to make themselves seem important. Words are a distortion, a filthy reflection of their being and their thoughts. Rather than simply share of their essence to communicate, they compress reality, label it and only use these labels to communicate. They believe this is truth.
What is worse still is that, somehow, these insignificant, inadequate animals have taken control more than they realise. Demons now speak to one another as they do. How the mighty have fallen. With every passing moment they bring the demon world more into their own. No longer are they the scum beneath our feet. They use their words to reign us in, to tether themselves to us.
It is a cause for some concern. I do not understand their words. I am not so diminished that I cannot understand the meaning they have behind them. I can speak with any living thing, as I once could. Writing makes no sense. These humans are so deeply imbedded in their fantasies that meaningless, lifeless symbols are used to express meaning. There is no life to them. It is impossible to tell when they are lying.
Words have power in this world. Written words have more power than spoken words, and there is no reason for it. For countless lives and in numberless realms I extended my consciousness, exerted my will. Now I am forced to live on the charity of a half-breed who only rules due to words. I have no choice but to live with the memories of the shell I inhabit. Here, now, I have less power than any of the infinite mortals I could end with a moment's effort.
And it scares me.
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A/N: My first ever drabble. I'm tearing up. Really. Or not. Who knows? Me. Okay, enough rambling for now. I will post any Angel Drabbles I write in this folder (purely in the interest of keeping my profile clean) but since I am uncomfortable writing things so small and self-contained, it's unlikely to happen soon. Of course, I have always been persuaded by a REVIEW.