Wo jahrhundertealtes Fleisch
in guten Wein gegossen wurde.
written by the hands of our dear Hans.
Summer, 1924.
He said his name is Abraham. The devil that I summoned in an unusual cold atmosphere in the middle of summer heat. There's my little sister also, Eve. That I trapped to come along with me to witness the lunacy in the basement. It was such an uncanny sensation to be filled with an extensive energy when I said the spell out of book, that I thought I would died out of breath. He appeared from the dark matters and asked me what do I want. I said, โBe my companion.โ And he replied, โEnthralling.โ
Winter, 1925.
Abraham told me a stroy of heaven that once ever so dear to let the devil left their avaricious traces on the holy land. He said, heaven once gave him a lingering taste, of something blessed and dream of paradise. And heaven once witnessed, of the atavistic exile. Down, down, down and burnt in Hell, to where they belonged. And he was there from the very beginning. Among the same beings that shared correlative feeling of greater than men. He fell, down from the highest sky to the lowest ground. Decayed in abomination. Withered in loathe. Still, he existed. And he watched how human grew into a cancer to Earth. From the very beginning, he never leave. I said to him, maybe God is just playing with you.
Autumn, 1935.
I started my military career five years ago and I climbed fast. I devise to reach at least major rank by the time we started our movement to devour the world. Abraham is always with me, I made him joined the military too, but in the lower rank as my accomplice (he hates it when I said this, he still set his pride high even to me). It's only a matter of time before the world knew who's ruling, and I'll be there. To be the one who rules. Abraham never laugh when I told him this, aside from his stiffnes. I made him promise me that he will never leave my side until my dream vouchsafed. And he never break his promise, at least to me.
Winter, 1945.
to be added.
Summer, 2021.
to be added.
ARCHITECTURE OF HIS SOUL.
Discover him and the grace of the fall from the highest above. Burning in the coldness of hatred, living upon the land of men using a gorgeous vessel. The moon showers two orbs in stygian, black as if they absorbed all the light. Purple veins hide far under the fair skin. He is a marvel, a living work of Picasso.
I. Name
Abraham
II. Surname
Merezhkovsky
III. Diminutives
Brahm, Bram, Abe (by Hans)
IV. Species
Devil
V. Age
Indefinite
VI. Lifespan
Immortal
VII. Scars
Old war scars over the body
VIII. Affiliations
Heaven
Hell
House of Havenstein
Venom City
IX. Height
191 cm
X. Weight
79 kg
XI. Physical Age
32
XII. MBTI
ISTJ-A
XIII. Alignment
Chaotic Evil
Scarcely sleep at night, but for centuries he managed to maintain the same posture and strokes. Never too weary, only jaded consumes him the most of the time. He rebels, he resents. He is that kind of creature you would not want to rendezvous. He devoured aversion. A kind of man you can't trust.
CONTEMPORARY HEART.
โ He writes June 11 as his birthday whenever it necessary since Hans and Eve always celebrated the date they first met.
โ Hans, as an elite in military, taught him everything about weaponry and martial arts.
โ At least one cup of coffee everyday is a must.
โ The House of Havenstein served right under the military of Germany, so he unofficially helped them during the second world war.
โ Prefers to do things in old fashioned way or with his ability, without the help of technology.
โ The 14 years old Hans made contract with him, a devil, simply because he wanted to befriend with one. Abraham then changed his form to a kid with the same age and growing up together.
โ His surname, Merezhkovsky, was given by Hans after their family dog name.
โ Has a male white german shepherd named Ansel.
โ Wears a military dog tag from WWII.
โ Actually has a sweet tooth and a bit picky eater.
ANATOMY OF HIS LIFE.
to be added.
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ยฉ 2020, clysmisc.
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โ Hans Havenstein.
+ A friend in form of human.
โ Eve Havenstein.
+ The first mortal lover, eternally vouchsafed.
โ Ethan.
โ Meredith Shephed.
Summer, 2021.
You died, Hans. The last time they saw you was in Dresden, when the Allied bombed the city. The house in Berlin burned to ashes, no one survived. Eve's scorched body was the last thing I could hold. I didn't even recognised it if it wasn't for the pendant I gave. And I couldn't found your body even after years hatred of war ended. We didn't win. You didn't conquer the world. You were rotten deep in Earth, instead. Left me with a prolonged grief that makes me humane. So, this is what they call sadness. Years passed but this despair keeps me in 1945, where I last saw you and grasped Eve's heart. I still long for you and can't forget my feeling towards Eve. But Earth revolves and so do I, living along with God's scenario by the life that you gave and find someone I can cherished once more. I will meet you again in Hell after the world finally ends.
1910: Hans born.
1924, June 11: First met, Hans was 14 yo.
1935: Fell in love with Eve.
1939 - 1940: WWII.