first-of-the-fallen-satan

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis /headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

First Of The Fallen Playlist

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Now kiss...

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Pacing the long winding endless destruction of Hell, with its horrid heat and red hue Satan was searching for something...well it would be more accurate to say...someone. Souls were a fickle thing. Children's souls especially had a habit of trying to run away as fast as they could as soon as they saw him. They were smart. Satan was not known to be nice to the souls he actually caught, but he had no ill intent this time. "Come out, come out~" He physically could not be creepier if he tried, before he found it. That tiny glowing little soul of a little girl...ah Constantine would be happy for this. "There we go. Come along. I've got a little Suprise for you~ Do you ever miss your freedom, child? Good. You're free. Scatter."

@astralogue-alone

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Di’ ‘y ge’ th’ girl yet?

Seems John is unwell. Or drunk. Again. Either way he’s inquiring about the whereabouts of Astra, and if she’s been freed yet.

@gutter-mage69

"I'm working on it. Her soul has been traded around like one of you human trading cards for the last 20 or so years, especially after Buer..."

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

He glares at her harder...if something like that was even possible. He's no Superman but there would surely be holes boring through her by now. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "He is a bastard." He knows far too well. "A fickle insane God...what humans will believe in astounds me. Truly."

Her vision is fuzzy at first as her body settles into this unknown plane..its not her world, the last thing she remembers is falling asleep...a dream? Maybe.

Her vision finally clears, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, and a figure standing a little further ahead, features indistinguishable at the current distance.

"...hello? Excuse me? Where am I?"

-@celestiosapien

Satan sat cross legged atop a red velveteen armchair, dressed meticulously in a suit and tie. Had to look nice. Helped with the fear of the unknown on occasion. Swirling a wine glass of a red viscous liquid in his hand. "Welcome to Hell, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay~"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

You're a different fellow. I don't think I've ever seen you before.

I don't think I have record, actually, either.

— @madame-know-it-all

"No, I don't believe you would. Shame. I go by many names but most call me The First Of The Fallen. Or simply, Satan. How may I assist you?"

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The Fallen scoffs, "Lucifer? Do you think I'm stupid enough to fall for the same, 'promise my soul to multiple demons' shtick again?" He paces, faster brow furrowed. He wrings his hands for a second before slapping them against his thighs, "Damn you Constantine..." That frustrated expression contorts into a smirk once more. "You want her so bad right? So badly it hurts? I can get her right now...and in exchange you just have to do me a favour later. Blood oath, yada yada, if you deny it you die instantly. That kind of thing...no sacrificing your friends this time...maybe." An offered hand, "Deal?"

I kneel before ‘y.

I need your help.

@gutter-mage69

"Oh Constantine. How I have been waiting forever for you to say those words. Yes. How may I be of your assistance?"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

The Fallen hums and grins wide with far too many teeth for that smile. "Astra? The little girl you damned to Hell?"

He paces for a second around John like a shark that smells blood in the water, "Of course I know her. I can get her too...for a price of course."

I kneel before ‘y.

I need your help.

@gutter-mage69

"Oh Constantine. How I have been waiting forever for you to say those words. Yes. How may I be of your assistance?"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

The Fallens brow furrows and drops to a frown as she readily accepts the idea of simply ceasing to exist. He rolls his eyes almost, "You angels...and you humans and your hope." He scoffs out.

"Disgusting. Get out of my sight." And like that all that previous charismatic warmth and kindness was gone. "What good even are you to me if I cannot get even a measly scrap of your soul out of you? Honestly your lucky I even let you live." He's more muttering now, mainly to himself as he shakes his head.

Her vision is fuzzy at first as her body settles into this unknown plane..its not her world, the last thing she remembers is falling asleep...a dream? Maybe.

Her vision finally clears, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, and a figure standing a little further ahead, features indistinguishable at the current distance.

"...hello? Excuse me? Where am I?"

-@celestiosapien

Satan sat cross legged atop a red velveteen armchair, dressed meticulously in a suit and tie. Had to look nice. Helped with the fear of the unknown on occasion. Swirling a wine glass of a red viscous liquid in his hand. "Welcome to Hell, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay~"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

I kneel before ‘y.

I need your help.

@gutter-mage69

"Oh Constantine. How I have been waiting forever for you to say those words. Yes. How may I be of your assistance?"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Satan hummed thoughtfully once more, taking a longer pause than before as he lifted the glass up and sipped it again, instead of setting it down letting it wiggle in his hand absentmindedly as he thought of his reply, before he finally spoke. "There could be. That's up to you really." He said vaguely. "You can risk it all and see if you end up in purgatory or even Heaven for the rest of your life. Or you can have an assurance of where you end up."

He smirked, "You could accept Hell and go there instead if you wish." He offered, but shook his head, "But to tell you where you go when you die would be impossible...there's quite a large chance you might not even get purgatory. What little soul you have may simply cease to exist and turn to star dust or what have you...." "You could just simply disappear."

Her vision is fuzzy at first as her body settles into this unknown plane..its not her world, the last thing she remembers is falling asleep...a dream? Maybe.

Her vision finally clears, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, and a figure standing a little further ahead, features indistinguishable at the current distance.

"...hello? Excuse me? Where am I?"

-@celestiosapien

Satan sat cross legged atop a red velveteen armchair, dressed meticulously in a suit and tie. Had to look nice. Helped with the fear of the unknown on occasion. Swirling a wine glass of a red viscous liquid in his hand. "Welcome to Hell, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay~"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

"Curiosity," The Fallen hums, his fingers tap in a rhythmic matter against the rim of his balanced glass, "That kind of thing killed the cat you know?" He said playfully with a bit of a smirk as he let out a small laugh.

"Well of course that's not the full quote, it's 'Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back' that's not the original of course, that was coined in 1912. But I find it the most fitting for our situation." Know-it-all

"But yes, our Heavenly Father is very rarely forth coming on much of anything. Helpful is simply not a word in his vocabulary."

Her vision is fuzzy at first as her body settles into this unknown plane..its not her world, the last thing she remembers is falling asleep...a dream? Maybe.

Her vision finally clears, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, and a figure standing a little further ahead, features indistinguishable at the current distance.

"...hello? Excuse me? Where am I?"

-@celestiosapien

Satan sat cross legged atop a red velveteen armchair, dressed meticulously in a suit and tie. Had to look nice. Helped with the fear of the unknown on occasion. Swirling a wine glass of a red viscous liquid in his hand. "Welcome to Hell, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay~"

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

If ‘y want me, ‘y could jus’ ask.

We could go on a nice ‘lil date.

@gutter-mage69

"I don't know who gave you that idea. The answer is no...your soul on the other hand I would love to be better acquainted with."

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Some lil headcanons #1:

He has some weird...feelings towards Constantine. It would be untrue to describe it as love but it's very much an obsession that borders on what would normally be considered 'love'. He has suffered a narcissistic injury when it comes to John. Instead of moving on from being tricked by John, he has become obsessed with him instead. Hence his quote, "Had I the sense I was created with, I'd have walked away from you. So he beat me, big deal. Forget about it, and get on with the job in hand...No I couldn't. You really hooked me Constantine." His odd obsession with Constantine even extends to him saving John's life, not once, but four times I can remember just off the top of my head. (Ellie, Buer, assorted demons in the pre-Rosacarnis chapter, and Rosacarnis herself) As he wants sole ownership of John's soul...he's a weird guy.

He genuinely thinks he's the good guy sometimes. A large disconnect between his actions and what they mean. He thinks that because his job is basically punishing sinners, it makes him the good guy because it's a good thing to punish bad people for the bad things they've done. It works hand in hand with his narrative that God is literally insane.

While he was formally God's conscious, I do think his job was technically more as a living coding ducky. Where God would tell him a problem and he would simply have to listen so God could figure out the issue himself. By telling God his idea of free will was a bad one he had effectively broken from his sole directive and programing of simply being a listener.

Purposefully pronounces Constantine as Constan-TEEN just to fuck with John sometimes. He only ever pronounces it correctly when he's being genuine (like telling John his backstory).

His height fluctuates to always be taller than people around him. I always imagine him around 6'9" though...because funny number.

I genuinely think if John died and went to Heaven Satan would get so bored he would just stop doing his job. He was already on the cusp of abdicating like Lucifer had done years before until John came along and breathed life into his work by being his adversary, his Devil. He likes his job sure, he loves torturing people mentally and physically...but sometimes it just gets boring to play the same role day in day out of the Devil and the Sinner.

[first-of-the-fallen-satan]

Thje Fallen hums pleasantly and offers her a sip from his glass tipping it towards her in offering before replying. "You tell me. This is your dream after all. Thinking of switching sides? Getting revenge? Selling your soul to a higher power for revenge on the babbling God pissing himself in the corner?" He stands, setting his glass down to balance wobblily on the arm of the velveteen chair. "I am here to serve~"

Her vision is fuzzy at first as her body settles into this unknown plane..its not her world, the last thing she remembers is falling asleep...a dream? Maybe.

Her vision finally clears, seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, and a figure standing a little further ahead, features indistinguishable at the current distance.

"...hello? Excuse me? Where am I?"

-@celestiosapien

Satan sat cross legged atop a red velveteen armchair, dressed meticulously in a suit and tie. Had to look nice. Helped with the fear of the unknown on occasion. Swirling a wine glass of a red viscous liquid in his hand. "Welcome to Hell, darling. I hope you enjoy your stay~"