DJ Fallen Angel
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
|"Put me to sleep, Evil Angel..." by Angerdog|
|DJ Fallen Angel|
|Known Aliases:||DJ Fallen Angel|
|Place of Birth:||Underworld|
|Base of Operations:||Cap au Diabla|
|Known Relatives:||Draco Schwartzritter (mate); Lukkas d'Sintiel (twin brother)|
|A sly smile and smexy accent|
|Sanctus Seductions, Saturdays 11pm-2am at the Golden Giza, St. Martial|
DJ Fallen Angel was created as a red-side semi-version of DJ Angel. However, due to an ear infection, concussion, and very late shifts during Double XP Weekend, June 2007...she took on a life and personality (and accent) of her own.
Put Me To Sleep
Lukkas feigned death. It was easy for a demon to do--especially in human form. Once Rosalynne turned her back, however, the body seemed to disappear in a puff of darkness, only to be reborn beside his sister...
Life in the Underworld
Demoryel and Lukkas--fraternal twins--lived a wonderful life. Debauchery, instant satiation of pleasure... every vice they could want or imagine at their fingertips. Such a wonderful world. When they were old enough, the Master allowed them to walk the Earth in human form. Master taught them well--the subtle deceits needed to convince the rest of the race of man that they were safe. But, humanity came with a price. A hunger. A hunger that would only grow stronger. A hunger satiated only by vice. A vice only talked about, discreetly, with those of a more familiar bend.
...unless you were under the spell of the Incubus or Succubus in question...
Lukkas found himself a deliciously young and naive soul in Josephine Peters. He watched her--befriended her--even took her to a movie. He expected her to fall into his arms, to yield herself to him. His hunger grew by the moment. And each moment spent in her exquisite presence made him desire her all the more. So, when she refused him, Lukkas found himself appalled. Disbelieving, even. He would have the prize that he so rightfully sought--the prize for which he'd fought so valiantly. Through her cries, all he could taste was his sweet victory over her body--if not her soul. He would be sure to make her pay for her mistake. He infected her with his poison--a child to be born from a child.
He was not expecting Roslynne duPois to come after him as vindictively as she did. It only served to make him grin more. His sister would be greatly interested in this family. He pretended to allow the dark magic of the witch affect him. When he reappeared beside his sister, he grinned and whispered, "...watch these ones, mein Liebe. They will prove...useful..."
"I...I don't think is right, Grandmer," the sixteen year old's voice came in a hushed whisper.
"Jus' do it, nah!" Rosalynne hissed to her one and only granddaughter. Donna Josephine Angelica Peters, or DJ, as Rosalynne often called her. "Jus' say de words jus' as dey ahr, nah! Jus' like I teach you."
Angelica frowned. She looked around the table at her friends. They were all staring. She hated when people stared. "...yes, Grandmer," she whispered, then began to read the words on the page in front of her...
Demoryel grinned. "Ah...es ist Weibchen," she chuckled darkly. "Danke, mein Bruder. Ich nehme meinen Urlaub jetzt," and with that, she pulled the other demon out of the way and took its place, allowing herself to be pulled into the realm of man. "Guten Tag, Geliebte..." she hissed, staring at her niece. "Was würden Sie mich tun lassen?"
Angelica simply stared.
Her friends screamed and ran. Rosalynne frowned. Something seemed familiar about this demon. And...what had Angelica said to summon a demon?! "D'JAY!" Rosalynne yelled, "Ge' outta 'ere nah!" She stalked closer to Demoryel. Demoryel sneered and turned her gaze on Rosalynne.
"Ja," she spoke lowly, "Run, mein Engel. I shall find you..." then, speaking to Rosalynne, "...you, I will do will deal with now..."
DJ Templar had no idea what he'd bargained for when the succubus came under his employment at the station. Her seductive voice must have simply entranced him to allow her to work for him. Her no-nonsense attitude and her provocative manner drew in the numbers and the Giza had no doubt that she would make a wonderful addition to their Saturday night games.
Demoryel took the moniker of DJ Fallen Angel, mostly out of mockery of her niece, Angelica. Demoryel can be heard Saturdays from 11pm-2am, EST and her shows are held in the Rave Room at the Golden Giza in St. Martial.
Where Dragons Fly
- Favorite color is purple
- Does not consider gender. For anything.
- Secretly adores Knocker King. Mostly for his creative use of expletives.