Campaign of the Month: August 2014
The Concord of Ashes
A mysterious member of the Michaelites, the "Fallen Angel" is notorious in the city for his delusions of angelic grandeur and feared for his effectiveness as the Arbiter's agent.
A pale, brooding young man of unearthly, angelic beauty. Long, loose blonde hair frames his fine jaw and high cheek bones; his face is all planes and shadows. Bright blue eyes, at once compelling yet forbidding, stare at you. He goes unshod, wears loose trousers and hooded robes of drab, grey cloth cut for ease of movement. His weapon, an antique spatha sword of exquisite craftsmanship rests in an ornate scabbard and sword belt.
Certain obscure scriptures hold that that there was once an angel called Sariel, whose name means “Command of God”. Some believe that he was an an Angel of Death, and other that he was in fact an Angel of Healing. Others say that it is written that he was an archangel tasked with punishing other angels and spirits that had sinned against the purpose of God. Still other scholars of celestial lore claim that Sariel was also one of the twenty “chiefs of tens” amongst the Grigori, also known as the Watchers, who lusted after the beauty of mortal women and sinned against the laws of Heaven by laying with them to beget the race of giants known as the Nephilim. Among the many variations on names that the archangel in question has been given through the ages are Suriyel, Esdreel, Sahariel, Juriel, Seriel, Sauriel, Surya, Saraqael, Sarakiel, Jariel, Suruel, Surufel and Sourial. And a very few ascribe an even more readily recognisable moniker… Uriel.
Since he first appeared in Constantinople in the middle of the 9th century, the Michaelite called Sariel has done much to add further fire to the legends. Bathed in the light of Heaven, Michael the Patriarch summoned Petronius, Malachite and Magnus to his subterranean church, after a speech heavily laden with the virtues of holy forgiveness and righteous fury, he presented the comatose form of the beautiful young man to them. The Patriarch proclaimed him “Sariel, the Sword of God (Spathi tou Theou). Let him be our righteous Hand of Vengeance upon those who who would bring Hell to our Heaven; Nightmare to our Dream!”
From the moment he opened his eyes, the vampire Sariel displayed abject horror at the depths to which he had fallen, the curse that he must suffer as penitence for his sins. As one who should have punished the Grigori, his sin at joining them was tenfold more grievous. God had clearly denied him Grace for his crime; he who had once been privileged to stand in God’s presence had become numbered amongst those cursed with Caine’s even greater folly. And yet, all was not lost. Michael too had been cursed in the same manner, and the Patriarch believed he could regain God’s favour by building an earthly tribute to God’s plan: the Dream of Constantinople.
Sariel quickly built a reputation as a the blunt instrument of the urbane and subtle Arbiter. Petronius taught him of his nature, the society of the Families, and something of the Disciplines. When Michael was awake, he also gave his lesser kin the benefit of his ancient experience. Under their tutelage, Sariel would grow to answer violence to the Michaelites with violence, sin amongst the mortals and unaligned Cainites of the city with judgement, and evidence of Infernalism with destruction.
By the beginning of the 11th century he had branched out to hunt the Baali with other demon-hunters, taking the fight to the far borders of the empire to keep the infestation in the further East, away from the Dream. His mentor in these endeavours was the Salubri Warrior known as Kenaniah, a Blooded elder who had been about his business since the time of the Bar Kokhba revolt. Rumour has it that Kenaniah’s large coterie of allied Salubri, Toreador, Brujah and Assamites visited great destruction upon the nests of the Baali in the desolate places of the East, from the Taurus Mountains to the Caucasus and beyond. The attrition rate in the legendary band was high, however, and Sariel was plunged into lengthy torpors on a number of occasions during his association with Kenaniah. Despite these long absences from the fight, for nearly 100 years the Fallen Angel hunted the Infernalists, learning their wiles and methods to better combat them.
Alas for Kenaniah’s band, disaster befell them a score of miles from Aleppo in early October of AD 1138. Little is known of what happened that fateful night, other than the legend that Kenaniah and his followers sought the source of an infernal disturbance that had been causing tremors throughout the region for more than 18 months. It would appear that the coterie found what they were looking for, but failed to overcome the demons that were at the root of the infestation. The result was an unimaginably terrible earthquake that destroyed much of Aleppo and numerous settlements surrounding it. Some say that more than 200 000 people perished in that earthquake. It is unknown what became of the nest that caused the seism, nor is the fate of Kenaniah and his followers known to those outside the Salubri clan. Whatever the case, Sariel himself survived the destruction, although he was in torpor, burnt and crushed almost beyond recognition when he was delivered to Petronius in Constantinople some two years later by Drufiel, one of Kenaniah’s progeny.
The Fallen Angel lay in torpor for more than 50 years, slowly recovering from his terrible wounds. When he finally awoke in 1191, the Queen of Cities was greatly changed from his memories of two centuries earlier. Many Cainites, even among his own brothers and sisters had strayed from the true path, the Families had become fractured in their purpose, and the Latin Quarter had grown to become an immense tick, feeding on the blood of the Dream.
After a period of rehabilitation, Sariel rededicated himself to the Michaelite cause under Petronius. He struggles nightly against the tide of hopelessness and short-sighted ambition that besets the city, running errands and completing tasks that his master feels will benefit the Dream. He has also taken up his old role, judging and punishing those mortals who transgress against his city and his Family. For now, he stays his hand against the Children of Judas as they still serve their purpose after a fashion. Sariel sees the Latin Quarter as the main threat, and when he is not busy on Petronius’ business, he patrols its borders with regularity.
He leaves the policing of the Codex to the The Baron’s Gangrel, but he has been known to provide information to them that has amounted to causing the destruction of a number of Cainites that have strayed in one way or another. He is as impulsive and unbalanced as ever, however, and some speculate that it is only a matter of time before he stalks the Latins themselves, meting out justice with his own righteous hand as he once did centuries ago.
Lineage: Adopted childe of Petronius; further lineage unknown.