When I say that I am the Princess of Hell--I actually am. My name is Na'amah Morningstar. I'm the only child of Lucifer and Beelzebub. (Gadree'l and Remiel.) Though siblings in name, it goes no further. God did not make them siblings in the blood sense. They say when Mother found out she was pregnant with me, she fainted. I don't think she wanted children, truth be told. Not with Papa, anyway. Papa was calm about it, but he too was hesitant. I wasn't the happy arrival most babies are. The development was quick, and Mama bore me into the world with screams so loud she could be heard on Earth, it's said. Yet for all their hesitancy, the moment they saw me, they doted on me.
It was as I began to grow that they seemed to not know what to do with me. I was into everything, which put more eyes on me. It was out of worry that they began to impress upon me that I needed to be hidden more. It was their brother, Astaroth, who began to care for me. I bonded to him swiftly, finding that he allowed me more freedoms. Soon one did not see him without seeing me. I was either in his arms, or I was toddling behind him, asking him my questions. He was patient, answering everything I asked or he handed me a book, telling me to look for the answer myself. Mama found it amusing and entrusted him with my education. I read for hours, studied for even more. It was interesting to read about Earth's history, the history of Hell, and the prophecies spoken of for the future. (Like the one where my parents were supposed to kill one another. I could see that as being true.) There were many things to learn, and when it was not book learning, Mother taught me about war and how to fight. Papa taught me how to fly when it was discovered during a temper tantrum I threw, that I too was able to shift into a dragon. Whilst not a traditional childhood, it was a good one.
Still, my favorite place to be was with my uncle. Most thought him cold and cruel, but I knew the reason. I had heard whispers about someone named 'Rebecca' and how she had died, making Uncle Asty, as I affectionately called him, sad. Some said my father had something to do with it. Whatever it was, I did my best to console him. In each other, we found a soul who just wanted affection. I was delighted when he brought me up to Earth for the first time, a secret between us, to a place called Salem. We went into the graveyard, where we sat near a headstone and he told me all about his 'Becca'. I learned about her love of plants and science, and I dedicated myself to learning more about them. Papa had given me my own realm, one that I could make my very own. Where other realms in Hell were dark and depressing, mine could be whatever I desired it to be. I knew the expectations of me...but it was hard to accept that I might be expected to take over Hell and all of its suffering. I did not have the heart for that.
With Uncle Asty, I had trips topside, and given his penchant for ancient magics and the like, we were able to walk through different times. Time on Earth is apparently different than back home, which I found interesting. It was on one of these trips that we crossed paths with one Julian Kohen, a Krusnik vampire. He was fascinating to me and I found the discord between him and Uncle Asty amusing. I fear I made a fool of myself the first few times that we met, for I took Mama's lessons rather literal, and said as much. Thankfully, he did not think less of me for that. I made him smile a few times and that awoke something in me. He asked me questions, listened to me speak, and did not treat me like a child. I discovered that I had feelings for him. Feelings like my uncle had for his dead wife, and that my father had for someone named 'Sera'. That my mother had for wine. (Her love of wine is legendary.)
Knowing this, I came to Earth alone for the first time, to see him. I was afraid that he might be displeased to see me...but instead, he was quite pleased. Thus beginning a relationship. I fell rather hard and fast; he opened my eyes to a new world--one where my heart ruled over me, and my body felt things it'd never felt. The world was made new. My uncle worried, but kept it a secret for me. I knew my parents would have my head and would lecture me on it not being safe. I feared they might try to lock me away. Or do something to him. Little did we all know, I wasn't safe in Hell. I might have been safer nestled away with Julian. Things were changing; loyalties fading. Dangerous scenarios, indeed. I wasn't focusing on them too much, but perhaps I should have been.
The day of my death was normal enough. I rose from my bed and I went to see Uncle Asty. I brought along my faithful sword and my armor. Upon my arrival, I was unpleasantly surprised to also see Arcturus. His presence was a dark stain and I loathed seeing him with my beloved uncle. It seemed they were plotting something. Plotting with my father around? I couldn't see any good coming from it. Still, I said nothing about it. For this moment, I wanted a bit of fun. "Come and practice with me!" I requested of Uncle Asty, pleased when he drew out his sword. He wore no armor, knowing any hit I delivered would swiftly heal. Taking my place, I grinned when the sound of our swords clanged, filling the air. I couldn't help but feel that I was getting better at this; that soon Mother would be proud of me. He did not hold back and neither did I; but that was the problem. I eventually began to tire and he overpowered me. I grunted when I felt his dagger wound me, going through my armor. "Uncle Asty," I murmured before sinking to the ground, trying to press on the wound. His expression was filled with pain and he was readying to summon for Mama or Papa. However, Arcturus's voice filled the area.
"She heard us earlier."
"She did not. Leave her be, Arcturus! She is innocent!"
"She carries the blood of Gadree'l and Remiel. Innocent? Never. You are blinded by your affection for the brat. She'll betray us and I won't abide it!" The smile on Arcturus's face left no room for imagination. I had no time to react before I felt his sword go through me. Not once or twice. But numerous times. I looked to my uncle, silently begging for help. Tears streaming down our faces, but he could not stop Arcturus for the life of him. It was the only time I remembered seeing him weep. Arcturus made a swift exit when the presence of two others appeared. I couldn't speak and breathing was a challenge. But even still I could not be cross with Uncle Asty. Papa could be something of a tyrant. But could any of them bear his burdens? If they thought him cruel before, I knew he would be a new level of horrid now. Tucked in their embraces, I tried to speak, instead coughing up blood. I looked to them, trying to convey everything I wanted to say--and also to Julian, could he hear me?-- but within a minute, that was the end of it. The last sound I heard was my mother's anguished shrieks. I was dead.
Present Life:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Viverra orci sagittis eu volutpat odio facilisis. Libero volutpat sed cras ornare arcu dui. Nisl nunc mi ipsum faucibus vitae aliquet nec ullamcorper. Accumsan tortor posuere ac ut. Magnis dis parturient montes nascetur ridiculus mus. Eros in cursus turpis massa tincidunt. Aliquet bibendum enim facilisis gravida neque convallis a cras semper. Adipiscing diam donec adipiscing tristique risus nec feugiat in fermentum. Porttitor lacus luctus accumsan tortor posuere ac ut consequat. Diam phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies tristique nulla. Purus semper eget duis at. Sed risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim tortor at. Iaculis eu non diam phasellus vestibulum lorem. Aliquam ut porttitor leo a diam sollicitudin tempor. Nunc faucibus a pellentesque sit amet porttitor eget dolor. Nec sagittis aliquam malesuada bibendum arcu vitae elementum curabitur vitae. Tempor commodo ullamcorper a lacus. At lectus urna duis convallis convallis.
Amet nisl suscipit adipiscing bibendum est ultricies. Pulvinar pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada. Mauris rhoncus aenean vel elit scelerisque mauris. Nec dui nunc mattis enim ut tellus elementum. Nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam ultrices sagittis orci a scelerisque. Dictumst quisque sagittis purus sit amet volutpat consequat mauris. Lectus proin nibh nisl condimentum id. Amet dictum sit amet justo donec enim diam vulputate ut. Consectetur purus ut faucibus pulvinar elementum. Posuere lorem ipsum dolor sit amet consectetur adipiscing elit duis. Lacus vestibulum sed arcu non odio. Et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas integer eget aliquet nibh. Eget est lorem ipsum dolor sit amet consectetur adipiscing elit. Mauris vitae ultricies leo integer malesuada nunc. Pharetra magna ac placerat vestibulum lectus mauris. Cursus mattis molestie a iaculis at erat pellentesque adipiscing commodo.
Basic
Full Name Na'amah Morningstar Pronunciation Nah-ay-mah.
Nickname/Alias Little One, Trouble
Meaning The name Na'amah comes from the verb נעם meaning pleasant, sweet, delightful, beautiful. Title Princess of Hell. || Serpent's Blood.
Pet Name None.
Signature Her handwriting is quite feminine; cursive with flourishes.
Gender She is female.
Orientation She is heterosexual, having an attraction to men.
Real Age Time in Hell runs differently, but by Earth's timeline, she is 334 years of age.
Age Appearance Late teens to early twenties.
Birthday She celebrates it on 9th September.
Status It's complicated.
Personality Na'amah, despite her parentage, is known for her affable and sweet nature. She is the best of both Lucifer and Beelzebub (Gadree'l and Remiel). Curious and adventurous, shy and trusting, she is naive for her age. She does try her best to believe in the good in people, despite the fact that she was born and raised in Hell. Unbeknownst to her parents, her uncle Astaroth would occasionally take her topside, and cultivated her love of nature and adventure.
On the flip side, Na'amah is known as the Blood of the Serpent, as Lucifer is the beast mentioned in the bible. He takes a serpentine (dragon) appearance, and Na'amah is no different, also taking a similar form. It is not something she can shift into at will but must be triggered. Very few can talk her down when in this enraged state. There are warnings that it will happen--the change in eyes namely and the tone of her voice. The sky is also known to change as a warning. In this state, she is unforgiving and lethal, caring only for death and destruction.
Occupation
Justo mattis ullamcorper arcu sollicitudin in et, sem metus metus ut adipiscing montes, arcu arcu magna lectus vel. Nonummy quam eget ut vel tortor, nam odio suspendisse nibh tortor turpis elit, amet aliquip mollis dui purus sed nec, nam vivamus, morbi nec imperdiet fermentum non. Wisi ad, iaculis erat proin habitasse wisi a nulla, itaque a consectetuer vestibulum dolor et, sagittis maecenas faucibus, erat nisi. Sed lobortis integer eleifend bibendum. Rhoncus quam natoque neque sodales sagittis. Arcu ullamcorper non, vestibulum molestie leo pharetra mollis, voluptas sed, aptent nulla porttitor, lacus id bibendum id urna at purus. Semper augue mi dignissim, nibh malesuada augue, lorem diam sed quam, dui elit eget nulla arcu suspendisse magna. In donec mauris non, aenean sit erat ultricies amet, neque sollicitudin ipsum felis, mollit luctus congue felis libero leo risus, ligula molestie in. Non odio accumsan, lacus taciti id erat lectus aliquam, nunc sit iaculis porta mauris imperdiet fusce, ornare magna sit consequat. Amet fermentum, at vivamus leo velit vestibulum wisi, nibh convallis, nisl scelerisque ut dignissim maecenas sem volutpat, consectetuer turpis erat donec ac. Donec quisque, metus tellus sem imperdiet porta. Metus ut, facilisis vehicula sociosqu mi.
Love
Who: My Jon when we met: A long time ago. made it official: Read above. said I love you: One blissful day. love letter: Justo mattis ullamcorper arcu sollicitudin in et, sem metus metus ut adipiscing montes, arcu arcu magna lectus vel. Nonummy quam eget ut vel tortor, nam odio suspendisse nibh tortor turpis elit, amet aliquip mollis dui purus sed nec, nam vivamus, morbi nec imperdiet fermentum non. Wisi ad, iaculis erat proin habitasse wisi a nulla, itaque a consectetuer vestibulum dolor et, sagittis maecenas faucibus, erat nisi. Sed lobortis integer eleifend bibendum. Rhoncus quam natoque neque sodales sagittis. Arcu ullamcorper non, vestibulum molestie leo pharetra mollis, voluptas sed, aptent nulla porttitor, lacus id bibendum id urna at purus. Semper augue mi dignissim, nibh malesuada augue, lorem diam sed quam, dui elit eget nulla arcu suspendisse magna. In donec mauris non, aenean sit erat ultricies amet, neque sollicitudin ipsum felis, mollit luctus congue felis libero leo risus, ligula molestie in. Non odio accumsan, lacus taciti id erat lectus aliquam, nunc sit iaculis porta mauris imperdiet fusce, ornare magna sit consequat. Amet fermentum, at vivamus leo velit vestibulum wisi, nibh convallis, nisl scelerisque ut dignissim maecenas sem volutpat, consectetuer turpis erat donec ac. Donec quisque, metus tellus sem imperdiet porta. Metus ut, facilisis vehicula sociosqu mi.
