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Character Name: Remiel
Series: The Sandman/Lucifer (DC Comics/Vertigo)
Age: a little younger than the universe-a little.
Job: Overseer and Improver of Camp's Torments
Canon: Remember that ugly ceramic pony you got for Christmas one year? So you regifted it to your younger sister, who regifted it to your cousin, because no one wanted the damn thing? Welcome to the history of Hell as it appears in the Vertigo comic label's mythos. God gave Hell to Lucifer, who decided he didn't want it after a good several billion years and regifted it to Dream of the Endless, who had a real pickle of a time deciding what to do with it. Eventually God decided to take back his gift, and, to oversee the redemption of the damned, he appointed Duma, the Angel of Silence, and Remiel, the Angel Who Whines Enough to Make Up for Duma.
Remiel was less than pleased with this turn of events and threatened to rebel against God, which of course caused him to Fall, so hey-as long as he was going to be in Hell anyway, he might as well be doing God's work. So Remiel decides, and he throws himself into the "redemption" of damned souls wholeheartedly, despite his fervent wish to be free of the responsibility. But while Remiel is good at speaking up for himself-he has a tendency towards self-righteous, pompous, wordy speeches, usually complaining about his situation or making empty threats-he has never been very good at actually standing up for himself, and his efforts usually lead nowhere. Nervous, awkward, controlling, prone to tantrums, and perpetually outclassed, Remiel is still an angel and really does love God and every one of the damned souls he tortures for all eternity. After all, Hell's tortures are only God's way of saying he cares about you and wants you to get better! Right?
Remiel is being taken from mid-Lucifer, before he [gives up control of Hell to Christopher Rudd].
Sample Entry:
Unacceptable. This is utterly inadmissible! I will speak with you, Madame Director! Your pride in presuming that you can veil yourself from the eyes of the Lord is matched only by your foolishness. Though I currently reside in Hell, you forget that I am an envoy of the Heavenly Father, and you are a helpless subject of His will! Yet you dare to interrupt me in the work that He charged me with. You must know the importance of this stage of His plan! Have you any idea what it takes to be an angel presiding over demons? Just last weekend, one of the lesser Dukes thought to amuse his flunkies by writing WASH ME in bile on the door of our tower. Perfectly good bile! How can God redeem His children if we run out of bile to drip in their eyes? Do you see why my constant vigilance and presence are required at this delicate stage? How dare you interfere?
You, in your arrogance, summon me to this place for-advice? I assure you, I make no habit of recreational torture. My God-given duty is not a hobby! The work we're doing is serious, and I refuse to let it sit unsupervised for the sake of your experiment. I can say with some certainty that you'll be meeting the vast eternity of Hell yourself sooner or later. It's your sinful soul that cries out for our help, not the state of your blood-spewing showers and forced cannibalism. Honestly. What could your prisoners possibly have done to deserve the years of anguish you've so presumptuously inflicted-
-Oh-oh my. Oh, dear. Did he really? And-that one over there? Oh, you're kidding. How many times? And him? He what with a what? Tsk, tsk. It just turns your stomach. Well, the Lord's forgiveness is infinite, and he shall be cleansed in the fire and broken by the wheel until he is fit to stand in the presence of our Lord once more. No-his own father? Dear me. He certainly won't be getting away with that in front of my Father.
Madame Director, I request that you allow me one day to take your offer into consideration. I will ponder the meaning of what I have seen here. After all, I must reflect upon the fact that somehow you were able to summon me to your side. It may be that my presence here is God's will. A test of some sort, my Lord? Have you finally freed me from Hell? This may be a stepping stone! Oh, Lord! To gaze upon your visage once more would fill me with-I'll contemplate you harder than ever! I'll contemplate every Word with which you grace the Heavenly Host with the entirety of my being, forever!
Ah, Madame Director, if I may? This clearing in the middle of Camp seems to be a place of much activity. I propose a pit be installed, filled with boiling oil, and ringed with flame. Perhaps some trees from which the prisoners can be hanged as they ruminate upon the misfortune of their sinful peers, smoldering below? Oh-God is going to be so happy with me!
(( VOTINGGGGGGG ))
Series: The Sandman/Lucifer (DC Comics/Vertigo)
Age: a little younger than the universe-a little.
Job: Overseer and Improver of Camp's Torments
Canon: Remember that ugly ceramic pony you got for Christmas one year? So you regifted it to your younger sister, who regifted it to your cousin, because no one wanted the damn thing? Welcome to the history of Hell as it appears in the Vertigo comic label's mythos. God gave Hell to Lucifer, who decided he didn't want it after a good several billion years and regifted it to Dream of the Endless, who had a real pickle of a time deciding what to do with it. Eventually God decided to take back his gift, and, to oversee the redemption of the damned, he appointed Duma, the Angel of Silence, and Remiel, the Angel Who Whines Enough to Make Up for Duma.
Remiel was less than pleased with this turn of events and threatened to rebel against God, which of course caused him to Fall, so hey-as long as he was going to be in Hell anyway, he might as well be doing God's work. So Remiel decides, and he throws himself into the "redemption" of damned souls wholeheartedly, despite his fervent wish to be free of the responsibility. But while Remiel is good at speaking up for himself-he has a tendency towards self-righteous, pompous, wordy speeches, usually complaining about his situation or making empty threats-he has never been very good at actually standing up for himself, and his efforts usually lead nowhere. Nervous, awkward, controlling, prone to tantrums, and perpetually outclassed, Remiel is still an angel and really does love God and every one of the damned souls he tortures for all eternity. After all, Hell's tortures are only God's way of saying he cares about you and wants you to get better! Right?
Remiel is being taken from mid-Lucifer, before he [gives up control of Hell to Christopher Rudd].
Sample Entry:
Unacceptable. This is utterly inadmissible! I will speak with you, Madame Director! Your pride in presuming that you can veil yourself from the eyes of the Lord is matched only by your foolishness. Though I currently reside in Hell, you forget that I am an envoy of the Heavenly Father, and you are a helpless subject of His will! Yet you dare to interrupt me in the work that He charged me with. You must know the importance of this stage of His plan! Have you any idea what it takes to be an angel presiding over demons? Just last weekend, one of the lesser Dukes thought to amuse his flunkies by writing WASH ME in bile on the door of our tower. Perfectly good bile! How can God redeem His children if we run out of bile to drip in their eyes? Do you see why my constant vigilance and presence are required at this delicate stage? How dare you interfere?
You, in your arrogance, summon me to this place for-advice? I assure you, I make no habit of recreational torture. My God-given duty is not a hobby! The work we're doing is serious, and I refuse to let it sit unsupervised for the sake of your experiment. I can say with some certainty that you'll be meeting the vast eternity of Hell yourself sooner or later. It's your sinful soul that cries out for our help, not the state of your blood-spewing showers and forced cannibalism. Honestly. What could your prisoners possibly have done to deserve the years of anguish you've so presumptuously inflicted-
-Oh-oh my. Oh, dear. Did he really? And-that one over there? Oh, you're kidding. How many times? And him? He what with a what? Tsk, tsk. It just turns your stomach. Well, the Lord's forgiveness is infinite, and he shall be cleansed in the fire and broken by the wheel until he is fit to stand in the presence of our Lord once more. No-his own father? Dear me. He certainly won't be getting away with that in front of my Father.
Madame Director, I request that you allow me one day to take your offer into consideration. I will ponder the meaning of what I have seen here. After all, I must reflect upon the fact that somehow you were able to summon me to your side. It may be that my presence here is God's will. A test of some sort, my Lord? Have you finally freed me from Hell? This may be a stepping stone! Oh, Lord! To gaze upon your visage once more would fill me with-I'll contemplate you harder than ever! I'll contemplate every Word with which you grace the Heavenly Host with the entirety of my being, forever!
Ah, Madame Director, if I may? This clearing in the middle of Camp seems to be a place of much activity. I propose a pit be installed, filled with boiling oil, and ringed with flame. Perhaps some trees from which the prisoners can be hanged as they ruminate upon the misfortune of their sinful peers, smoldering below? Oh-God is going to be so happy with me!
(( VOTINGGGGGGG ))