Jezebel’s Incomplete History
Age: Unknown
Occupation: None
Appearance: Two scars on the shoulder blades. She has fairly dark hair and features; slim, slender.
Surviving family: Wyvern, Wicked.
Short description: A fallen angel with the beauty of a goddess. This is the story of Jezebel. The Hell harlot.
Here we start speaking of the beautiful and deadly Jezebel. She is known by no other name, and if she ever had another, it has been forgotten. Her native tongue is not understood by any scholar, angel, demon, or the like. The only one who ever knew it was an angel himself, and he has forgotten as well. The only one who presently knows, or has heard, her tongue is a fallen angel as well.
She was cast from Heaven soon after Satan and his angels were, on the accusation of being “one of them.” She was left with her beautiful white wings… so beautiful, that they challenged the beauty and size of an archangel’s. She was dubbed the harlot of Hell when Satan’s son decided he’d slept with her, and spread his lies.
She was envied and glared at most often by those who had been stripped of their wings when the great fall had occurred. Jezebel did not hate it here, nor was she angry with God… until she was cast out of Hell, too. She was sister to Wyvern, whom started an army against Satan, to overthrow and take the power he had from him. Jezebel was blamed for being an apprentice.
Thus, Jezebel, Wyvern, Wicked, and Truth were all banished to Earth. Wyvern and Wicked had been stripped of their wings long ago, and Truth lacked them. Jezebel’s wings were literally ripped from her back, leaving nothing but bloody, gaping wounds in their wake. These wounds are now scars, healed over.
Jezebel was convinced that she had no purpose, and became weak without the wings and the faith she still held true. Wyvern took advantage of Jezebel, and upon this, built a brothel.
Jezebel was to be the main attraction…
Every man that passed through Jezebel’s doors was killed… and thrown right back where he had come from. She could not leave, due to being magically bound to the room, and chained. She grew weak and soon began to tire of fighting, but her sister and her accomplices tired sooner of cleaning up the gore.
Jezebel finally escaped as soon as the binds weakened, and has been sought out by her sister for years. She defeated her sister in a very recent bout, but in the end, will kill her. Wicked and Truth remained at the brothels, using human women to their liking, until Wyvern called upon them. They, too, were perished.
She had grown accustomed to the dimmed emotions in Hell, and when cast on Earth, she spent her time crying as soon as she escaped her sister’s grasp. Jezebel ended up empty… with protection walls built well around her. She missed Heaven and its light, but she had begun to doubt she was ever there… ever an angel next to God.
She never stayed in one place long, for fear of being dragged back to the covens, the brothels, or even to Hell itself. Especially by her sister. Jezebel’s past is blurred and incomplete as of yet, but everyday she remembers things that could not have been unlocked without a little help. She now wears emotionally thin, and has twice broken down, once ridding herself of demons. She has begun the fight with loneliness and emptiness yet again, and has yet to fill the void, but she is trying.
Her history is also quite questionable, but from what is gathered, she was never the harlot the history books made her out to be. She never did many of the things she was accused of… and will never be able to truly seek justice, but that my friends, is a story for another time.











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