Unlike the majority of demons, his form often came strangely humanoid. His beauty also set him apart, with bright yellow catty eyes and soft faun hair. He was often dressed in bright colors and also came across as either fun or harmless. He was inclined to help or inspire artists to create, instead of inspiring despair or destruction. Today, he was dressed as a fool in bright red checkerboard patterns.
The initial reason I hated Vassago was he was an obvious mockery of me. Meresin created the demon's features and demeanor to mirror mine. When Vassago's face was first created, it looked exactly like me. Then, Meresin put a clown's costume on him. Since then, Vassago's face has changed and grew, looking pointer and more fae-like. He's far more volatile than me, or maybe I took Meresin's not so subtle hint to stop acting the fool. Since then, though, the demon has become his favorite. He almost always uses Vassago for everything. Or, maybe he's using the demon as my replacement and he's just as interested in my affairs as I am his.
“Oh, Lord Lucifer the Morningstar, I've word from--” Vassago announced himself as he pulled his form from the shadow mist. The first thing I saw was a long, slender leg in striped tights with a curled toe. Vassago was dressed as a medieval troubadour again, not unlike the fool from the standard tarot deck. Then, a long, brass heralding horn. A small, purple cartoonish banner with a moon unraveled from the horn. He tooted it and then continued his announcement, all the while pulling himself together to appear in his human form. “from your brother, Lord Meresin the Pestilence!”
First of all, I hate being called Lucifer my proper name (one of them, since I've consumed so many of my brother's consciousnesses) is Azazel. But I've also been called Azrael or Iblis. Just never Lucifer that's a made up name from the Romans. Names are important and aren't just thrown around, I knew Meresin was just being an asshole. I've actually made a Lucifer answering service to respond whenever some stupid human calls on me or prays to me in error.
So for Meresin to begin this way... I crossed my arms and decided to allow this little performance to continue. Vassago continued to pull his appearance together. He was smartly dressed in checkered patterns and stripes. His handsome face was topped in a foppish hat with a feather. He carried his horn under his arm and continued to sing in a falsetto voice.
“Poking your nose where it doesn’t belong
Never admitting when you’re wrong
I will not meet you in your garden,
And I most certainly do not beg your pardon,
I will not listen to your spew,
You bite more than you can chew,
If we weren't brothers, we would be through!
All I’ve got to say is... ahem....”
Vassago is a demon, and thus had no shame. He looked me right in the eye as he filled his lungs in with a deep breath. I knew what it was even before he belted it:
“FUCK YOU.”
Then, the demon blasted his little horn and the hanging flag flipped from a moon to the words “fuck you” written in fancy Gothic lettering.
“Lord--” Vassago continued to sing. I waved him to silence before anything else was sung at me like a singing telegram.
“Yeah yeah, I got the message,” I snipped, gesticulating my manicured hand and sewing the demon's mouth shut. “You didn't need to make it a production,” I critiqued. “Will he see me at all?” I asked the demon.
Vassago couldn't respond because I wouldn't let him speak. In fact, I vowed to never interact with that creature with my face again. I hated it. It was cruel joke. Meresin was evil, but we are family. If I could kill it I would have ages ago. Vassago blinked at me and touched his lips, tightly sewn shut with small black thread. He shrugged and somersaulted into the air. His long limbs were strong and well formed like a practiced gymnast. Vassago vanished into a slit in the void, disappearing from the Garden of Eden.
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