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Questions;
Who or what, if anything, would you die for?
I have lingered at the far edge of death many a time. I have once been unmade. All in the service for my former lord. They are prices I would be willing to pay again, if given the opportunity.
Who or what, if anything, would you kill for?
Once, for a time, my lord. Perhaps still. Once I was a weapon - a blade - fashioned for only him to wield. However, he no longer has use for my service; I serve no greater purpose now than my own.
Would you rather learn everything there is to know, or experience everything there is to experience?
Knowledge can carry you only so far; omniscience is not power - simply the illusion of it.
If you could save any historical figure from their untimely death, who would it be?
Jesus. If simply to wipe those satisfied looks from the faces of the Host itself.
Your hearing, or your eyesight?
Sight. A blind dog can still smell its foe, still hear its approach. A deaf dog is trapped within the cage of its own existence.
What is your favorite thing to do when you’re alone?
This…gift that has been given to me, one cannot contain it within oneself indefinitely. I am required, from time to time, to sit and open myself up to creation. To allow such things to wash over and through me. For a time, I was reluctant to do so. But necessity demands it and I have grown accustomed to such practice.
If you were stranded on an island and could only take one thing, what would it be?
My blade. It is an extension of myself. All else is unnecessary.
Is the glass half empty or half full?
It is both. Every opportunity holds within it the possibility of failure or success. All that is needed is the will to act and the strength to do so without hesitation.
Do you believe in God?
If you ask me if Yahweh exists, then the answer is yes - but no longer within in this creation. If you ask me if I believe in him, then the answer is no. Never.
If you were on the Titanic and there was only room for one person on your lifeboat, would you save your mother or your best friend?
I do not have, as you say, a ‘best friend’. However, I have no use for my mother. She has run her course and only to the detriment of me and mine.
Describe the worst thing you’ve ever done.
I have slain an angel. In fact - I have slain many. The blood of legions has wet the end of my blade, and the blood of demons as well. Such is the nature of an exile - unloved by God and his Host, spurned by the damned and all the armies of Hell.
But, there was one angel, I felled - the first.
He was the lover of my mother, the one they call Lilith, and in rejecting her love, he brought her great sorrow. For which my brother and I saw fit to punish him. With stone and venom we struck him down, at the very heart of the Silver City which he himself designed.
To kill an angel is not an evil thing. To destroy that which brought my mother harm is not so either. But to rob her of that which she loved.
Perhaps, in hindsight, such an act could be called evil.
Describe a situation in which you took charge.
There was a time when I took up the mantle of War Leader of the Lilim, but no longer. My people are a race of exiles, borne of the womb forced from Paradise before mankind took shape, and then abandoned by the mother that shaped us into an army of vengeful creatures. I had long since broken from them and sworn fealty to another - the Morningstar, who himself had unshackled himself from the bonds of Hell - but circumstance required I return to them, for a time. In order to reclaim my kinsright I was placed through a gauntlet, subjected to the blades of my brethren.
In their defeat, I regained the station of my birth, and in my victory, I won the seat that placed me above all others.