"Hmmm... that's... hard to say really." Lixi closed her eyes, content with the stalemate for now, though she doubted Martin understood the issue she'd been trying to drive home a few moments before. "I guess, you could say he's 'the devil', so to speak, not just any old devil, but THE, devil. The original source of the division in heaven, the starter of the great war, the reason that demons... and even my kind, exist."

Her face was serene as she lay back into the sand, and reached out quietly to grab his hand without ever having to look for it to know where it was. Part of her was waxing nostalgic internally as she thought of the stories told in heaven, and her youth there, the other internal train of thought was interweaving those stories with the facts she'd uncovered since she'd been on earth, the tales she'd been told here. Yet another part of her mind was concerned with the human spirit at her side, preoccupied with the peculiar relationship. The ancient blue eyes slowly opened, and a warm smile crossed her lips again as she tugged at his arm, beckoning him to come down to her level and lay beside her in the sand.

"He came to heaven, several thousand years before I was even born, looked, acted, talked just like he was an angel. He could do all the things angels can, he knew all of our history, our ways, everything. Yet he was a stranger to all the people in heaven. Even the eldest of the Seraphim did not know him. But God... Yahweh, said nothing to the Arch Seraphim when he asked what we should do about the stranger among us, and so, he was permitted to stay."

"No one ever learned his name, and as far as I know, it still has not been learned yet. As he stayed in heaven, he made alliances, friendships, with the angels. He gained their trust, and planted doubts in their minds. Yet God still said nothing. The stranger convinced many of the angels, that the humans, God's chosen creatures, were undeserving of his love. That the were being forced to serve a foul, mindless, pathetic beast, that should be dominated, and forced to do our bidding, to serve the god we chose, not to make up their own minds as to what god should in power. Forced to choose us as their god's, a collective race of deities to rule all the earth, and all the plains above and below. Quarrels began in heaven, the angels fought as to weather the stranger was right, as to if that would even be possible. Many stormed the house of the Seraphim, demanding proof that god, Our god, even still existed, or spoke to them. War erupted within heaven, and, the story goes, that only then did God finally speak."

"Not just to the Seraphim, but to everyone. His voice tore through heaven, crumbling the houses, the walls, the streets, everything crumbled. The Angels who rebelled within heaven were destroyed, burned up in a fiery blast of his voice, while those who had not rebelled, fell to their faces in fear and worship. Nothing was left standing, either by their own choice, or by God's wrath. Everything fell, accept the stranger. God banished him, cast him out to the lowest realm of nether realms, and gave all those in heaven a choice. Either fallow him and be forever banished, or stay in heaven and live unquestioningly in service of Yahweh, serving him with their very lives, with every moment of their existence without doubt or question. A third of the angels fallowed the stranger to hell, becoming the original demons. They set out to corrupt the world, to turn humans to their bidding. For you see, the true irony in all this, is that somehow, somehow that I don't fully understand, it's humans that have all the power. Without humans, there is no god, no devil, no demons... no angels."

Lixi looked mournfully contemplated for a moment as this thought spread through her own mind, as though she'd known it, but never truly thought about it. "So, you see, I can't imagine the stranger would be any more pleased with Joel trying to let loose the ancient ones who might destroy the world than God is, but perhaps he might be willing to take on a more... hands on kind of approach than god seems to be." The half helled angel fell silent for a moment, and turned on her side to look more directly at Martin. "We're face the absolute destruction of everything. Can you still blame me for being willing to do just about anything to grasp at any hope we have of stopping it? Besides, I'm just one powerless, fallen angel. The world won't be any worse off without me in it. Hell can't be any worse than true oblivion." She reached out to touch his cheek, studying his face, his eyes, and wishing so much that she could find someone way to help him understand.