Post by ATALYTH PRAELIA MAMMON on Apr 4, 2016 17:46:39 GMT -6
Greed ♦ Manipulative ♦ Loyal ♦ Materialistic
Atalyth Praelia Mammon
Human Birth Name: Angeline Wittle
Race: Archdemon
Age: 560
Birthday: October.31st
Sexuality: A whole bunch of 'she's never focused on it' so it doesn't really matter to her.
Relationship Status: Single, no significant other to announce
Human Birthplace: Old France
Demon Birthplace: The Demon Realm
Her Story:
Originally human, Angeline grew up in a middle-class town in France. Her father a soldier whom often lacked the proper fighting skills to allow him to advance in society and her mother a ‘Lady’ who worked hard to breed her daughter just the same. Lesson’s she often snuck away from as a young girl to enjoy herself elsewhere. People found her odd this way. Friends were not the easier thing to make because people judged harshly in this time. Even children. In this way, Angeline searched for other ways to satisfy her loneliness. Picking flowers, exploring the forests and finding things to do with her hands, often beading whenever she could get her hands on even the simplest of material’s. When she grew older, the city next to her own home became a fascination for her. The royals and their titles enticed her. She’d enjoyed those rides in just to see the flourish of the King and Queen and their children in public ceremony’s. It was beautiful. She craved for those beautiful things often. Things her family could not unfortunately have or provide.
With her fascination came the theft of some jewels around her own village. They could never find them because she would sell them off soon after but she was often blamed. Her reply ‘You didn’t deserve them anyway’ wasn’t exactly something that got her off the hook and certainly didn’t win her any points with making friends. Her own mother discovered a few things on her own but she cared only for reputation. She would scold Angeline, punish her with lashes. Locked her away for days. Created painful memories for her but it never seemed to… Change her. Though she learned quickly that if she were to escape this constant prison, she would have to put on the act that she had changed. So she did. Put on an act as much as she could. In the end, it pushed her to want better for herself and get away from these people. She wanted more. To be more. To be better than her parents.
To be better than her father, she had to be better than a sword. It was frowned upon for her to take one up but she pushed for it anyway. Even challenged her father and was beaten into the ground for it because of her lack of knowledge. What better fuel than defeat? She needed someone better to teach her but no one here was going to do it. She set her sights on the city. The place where she met with her first good friend and on the streets no less. A woman who resonated with many of the same wants and needs she did of moving up in the world. Estelle. She taught her how to take a step out of her comfort zone. How to lure with her looks and use them appropriately. The benefit that could be gained this way. An entirely different trick to approach people with. It was valuable information because she thrived with it. She pursued her goal to learn how to fight and lured in one of those higher ranked soldiers in with ‘love’. Yet also learned heavily the importance of a prim and proper appearance in order to succeed. Though hesitant at first, he taught her. She worked harder than she ever had in her life to progress in the art of fighting. She leaned right into it. It became a very dangerous addiction. On top of learning to fight, she head earned the favour of a high class man and one whom intended to Marry her. She was set. To the point she quickly wanted to go rub her success in her parents faces.
She had to show her father. She had to beat him.
Angeline returned to her village full of confidence. The story is simple from there. The conflict arose upon her return. She made her first kill and her own home tried to see her hung for it. If it were not for a stranger that saved her that night. He gave her an option or rather, a deal. A better life and all she had to do was end the ones that her created her originally. Considering the hate that brewed, it was easy for Angeline to accept in that dark place.
So began her life in the dark. They were nothing special she spent much of time fighting for survival in a cruel world. After leaving her village to join a group of Rebel's, she often found herself in the heat of battle and every so often, the wars that broke out among the people. There was never any right or wrong in this world. She always acted on instinct, did what she needed to do in order to survive and never looked out for anyone other than herself. Though the Supernatural world was unknown to her at this time, much of her time was spent praying for the power of Lucifer to guide her as the people she paraded around with lived on this belief and guided this young woman in the same way. Her kills often sacrificed in his name. Yet it seemed that the Lord of the Underworld had his eyes on her for a very long time. He appeared at the end of a terrible battle and offered her a deal. One of power. If she could defeat some enemies of his in order for him to collect their souls, then he would make her a demon. The deal to make her a demon came with a lot of sacrifice.
This life was spent fighting for him. She was a Demon of Lucifer's army and spent much of her time idolizing him. Though she didn't often get to see him she still fought hard in his name. His praise was important to her. She would do anything he asked of her. Regardless of the time she spent gallivanting around in the human world and gathering the information she needed, her mind always drifted back to how she could be better for Lucifer. It wasn't long before an opportunity presented itself but it was a situation that ended up costing her, her new life. She had sacrificed herself for him. That should have been the end of her. The last thing she was to accomplish for him but once again, he took on her essence before she could disappear completely and made her to be the new owner of the Sin Greed. She became Atalyth Praelia Mammon.
She'd gotten what she wanted. She was Lucifer's Princess. His daughter. Royalty.
Atalyth continued to focus on making 'Daddy' happy. All she wanted was to please him and somehow fill this hole in what might be a heart. To this day, she realized what she wanted. A family. One she hoped Lucifer would be able to give to her. When in truth, she never truly got a taste for the family she desired to find in him. Nor could she ask anymore because in all his pride, in all his plans and schemes, Lucifer was killed by a witch.
This freed Atalyth from her constant concern of his approval. As time went on, she became something more. She changed dramatically. Has made great mistakes by her own choices and works now to the find the things she truly desires.
