[Commentary] for dude_imbatman
[So. This prompt was a pain in the ass to write. Mostly because it started out as something completely different and kind of morphed it’s way into this. It was also coming down to the deadline for the end of the month, the prompt was due, and he decided to be ADD for the day and not help at all. Slowly but surely we managed to work our way into something we both could live with and wound up with this.
Originally this prompt was going to be about the event that got him into the box in the first place, but he wasn’t cooperating. So we had to work our way around what we had and try to figure out where this was supposed to go, and when he started talking about when he Fell, I figured I could find a way to make this work.]
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
[With the way angels are being portrayed on the show, they’re pretty much being shown as the anti- of everything that the demons have been portrayed to be, at least in terms of appearance. They both need vessels to communicate on the human plane, but where a demon is a dark cloud of darkness (redundant, but necessary), angels are these blindingly bright lights. Which means that when they Fell, they had to take on some kind of tangible form. As the mass got added to the body, their wings couldn’t support the weight, and they just continued to fall faster. Plus there’s the fact that angels, being the ultimate perfection, were probably inherently graceful, so something as mundane as falling probably was an incredibly new experience for them, and considering the height they were falling from? Probably kind of scary.]
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
[First of all, everything for Alloces always comes back to Amy. Even with something this far back, before they were even really together everything is always associated back to her. Which is both good, because I personally love writing their relationship, and bad because it always could be considered to the point where it’s stalkerish.
I also can’t remember if I wrote this before or after “Heaven and Hell” (I’m thinking after because the date is November 2nd?), but when Anna was describing how she “fell” (I have to put it in quotes or all the demons in my head start glaring) she made a choice to leave, so she was able to become human and assimilate herself that way. However, the angels who were cast out after the war, Lucifer included? They were thrown out, or rather-down. So humanity wasn’t an option for them. They weren’t going to grant the Fallen that “gift.” So they got sent straight to Hell. Which really was a bad move in the angels’ part, in my opinion, because they’re easier to beat when they’re human.]
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
[It’s pretty much this moment that turns Alloces on Uriel completely. Like, he has no respect for angels whatsoever, and most of them roll off him like water, but Uriel? HATE. HATE AND LOATHING. He wants to tear the guy apart, and I think that mostly comes from the fact that he took his wings.]
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
[Granted, Uriel isn’t the type to apologize-that’s more up Castiel’s alley, but I think in this sense he’s smug enough to want to rub it in Alloces’ face. And Alloces will have none of it, and personally I don’t blame him. Especially because you really know he doesn’t mean it.]
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”
Originally this prompt was going to be about the event that got him into the box in the first place, but he wasn’t cooperating. So we had to work our way around what we had and try to figure out where this was supposed to go, and when he started talking about when he Fell, I figured I could find a way to make this work.]
The fall itself was painful. He had never fallen at all before, but the force of the ground falling out from under him scared him enough to prevent him from cataloguing the sensations. All he knew was that there was nothing to catch him, nothing to hold him, just falling. Downward spiraling, and his wings wouldn’t catch the wind or hold him afloat. They were just there, limp and useless, and his body continued to fall, taking on more of a mass of muscle and bone. Something more human, tangible than his heavenly form. He watched his hands as muscle and sinew covered them, before skin came on top of that, making him take the appearance of human and allow him to brace himself for more of the pain that was to come, but he wasn’t thinking of that. Not at the time.
[With the way angels are being portrayed on the show, they’re pretty much being shown as the anti- of everything that the demons have been portrayed to be, at least in terms of appearance. They both need vessels to communicate on the human plane, but where a demon is a dark cloud of darkness (redundant, but necessary), angels are these blindingly bright lights. Which means that when they Fell, they had to take on some kind of tangible form. As the mass got added to the body, their wings couldn’t support the weight, and they just continued to fall faster. Plus there’s the fact that angels, being the ultimate perfection, were probably inherently graceful, so something as mundane as falling probably was an incredibly new experience for them, and considering the height they were falling from? Probably kind of scary.]
He saw Avnas falling beneath him, the look of fear on her face searing through him to the bone. This was the end. They had lost. Lucifer’s great crusade, and they had failed. Now they were paying the price for it by losing everything they’d ever loved. He saw the impact as Avnas hit the Earth below him, the scream of pain as the human body broke and splintered, and saw the bright, golden figure that he knew without even thinking moving to stand over her to finish the job. He watched carefully as he fell, searching for some sign as to what was to come, watched as the golden figure reached forward, gripping the fluffy wings in front of him and pulling them up. A sword was raised, and Alloces’ eyes narrowed, trying to grasp the implication, but he couldn’t.
[First of all, everything for Alloces always comes back to Amy. Even with something this far back, before they were even really together everything is always associated back to her. Which is both good, because I personally love writing their relationship, and bad because it always could be considered to the point where it’s stalkerish.
I also can’t remember if I wrote this before or after “Heaven and Hell” (I’m thinking after because the date is November 2nd?), but when Anna was describing how she “fell” (I have to put it in quotes or all the demons in my head start glaring) she made a choice to leave, so she was able to become human and assimilate herself that way. However, the angels who were cast out after the war, Lucifer included? They were thrown out, or rather-down. So humanity wasn’t an option for them. They weren’t going to grant the Fallen that “gift.” So they got sent straight to Hell. Which really was a bad move in the angels’ part, in my opinion, because they’re easier to beat when they’re human.]
Pain splintered through his body as he impacted, coming with an involuntary scream, bones broken and twisting, leaving him writhing against the ground. He could feel himself break and bleed. It wasn’t a feeling he was even beginning to enjoy, and he tried to push it to the back of his mind, moving to try and help Avnas escape whatever it was that Uriel was about to force upon her, but by the time his eyes cleared enough to focus on the scene in front of him, he could see the two bloody stumps where her wings had formerly been. The wings themselves had been tossed to the side to burn up in the sun, and he could feel the pain coming off the broken Fallen next to him in waves. With a wave of Uriel’s hand, Avnas was gone, nothing left but the blood caked dust where her body had formerly rested.
And then Uriel turned on him.
[It’s pretty much this moment that turns Alloces on Uriel completely. Like, he has no respect for angels whatsoever, and most of them roll off him like water, but Uriel? HATE. HATE AND LOATHING. He wants to tear the guy apart, and I think that mostly comes from the fact that he took his wings.]
The wings were useless, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose them, either. They were part of who he was, part of him. He pushed against the pain, trying to scramble his way backwards, find some kind of ground to fight on, but he knew it was no use. Uriel always got his man, no matter what he did. Bracing himself for the pain, he cried out as Uriel kicked him onto his stomach, reaching for his wings and pulling them into the air.
“I’m sorry, my brother.”
[Granted, Uriel isn’t the type to apologize-that’s more up Castiel’s alley, but I think in this sense he’s smug enough to want to rub it in Alloces’ face. And Alloces will have none of it, and personally I don’t blame him. Especially because you really know he doesn’t mean it.]
Alloces grit his teeth slightly, and closed his eyes, waiting for the blow to come down with a silent prayer. “No, you’re not.”