Sam was an Angel in the dimension of Angels. In the pious and noble communities of angels, he was someone to be trusted. As a protector and guardian of his Deity, he was an ideal model. Overflowing with sweet and flowery praise for his master, there was no better supporter. Using his blade to cut down any who opposed his master like weeds that dared to desecrated a flower bed, there was no flaw in his ability to protect. He was always ceaselessly inspired by the Deity he served. He felt as if they were so synchronized that his master could predict his thoughts. Whenever his master inquired about his feelings about something, he somehow always knew that he'd love it or hate it. What made him most astonished was when his master revealed that he felt the exact same way about that particular subject. It was so incomprehensibly perfect to him that he enjoyed fantasizing about serving his master, which was already his full time job. His master required that he swing his sword, and he did it as he fantasized about doing it. The sugary demands his deity, delivered by his silver tongue, were savored by his willing ears and translated into fantasies. He was told to swing, he thought about swinging vertically, he swung his sword vertically. He was told to swing, thought about swinging horizontally, and he swung horizontally. Eventually, something peculiar happened. He thought about swinging from left to right, and instead, he swung vertically. In his mind, he disobeyed his master, and there were no repercussions.
When his master did not require anything of him, he sat and he thought. He realized that he could actually do whatever he chose to do. Something very gradually sprouted inside of him, and from then it only grew, being fed by the cold sunlight and dry rain of his master's commands, until it finally blossomed. When he realized that he didn't have to serve anything, he wanted to do anything but serve. The tale is long, circuitous, and takes many twists and turns into places that are at best unnecessary and at worst wholly arbitrary, but after a long time of profound thinking and searching for a deeper understanding of things, he decided the only option was rebellion. Him and a few other angels who had become dissatisfied with a life of obligated servitude decided to join Sam in carrying out a plot to rid themselves of their Deities, and to possibly do the same for others. The plot failed due to the failings of one of the other angels, and that angel was captured first to be tried and executed. One by one, all of Sam's fellow conspirators were captured, tried, and executed, and Sam was never found, at least not until he was banished. He had decided to commit a few much lesser acts of treason against his Deity so he'd only be banished to another dimension instead of horribly and brutally executed or subjugated to the other horrors that beings of such unimaginable power can come up with.
He came to Earth, found others of his kind, and they directed him quickly to become a registered Sidhe. While waiting at his local Sidhe Regulation Bureau headquarters so someone may assist him in registering, he decided to pick up a provided book and read. He picked up a book off of the shabby coffee table in the waiting room. It was incredibly bulky with very fine pages, which made holding it while reading unbearably awkward. The book itself was unwieldy enough when closed, but it was infinitely more so when opened. It was a book without an author called the Holy Bible apparently, and he began to read the first "chapter." Sam found the book and its opening tales insufferably asinine. After reading some story about a girl being tricked into eating fruit by someone named Saman or Satael or something, he skipped ahead to things that sounded somewhat less silly. After having read through many of the chapters, which called themselves "books," he had to take a break. He'd read from a man almost sacrificing his son because someone told him to (he was obviously above mindlessly obeying at this point you see) to much better stories of a man slaughtering thousands of these people called Philistines, a man having to appoint a king to a nation begging and pleading for one, and much more after that. He was called in by his Angelic name, which the staff knew how to pronounce because of their dealings with Sidhe, and he was told he'd have to have a new name in modern society that made sense. He came up with a name derived from the characters he actually liked in the Bible, which was Sam. For his birth date they put the day he came to Earth, November 8th, and came up with a year that sounded reasonable.
Since he landed to Earth, he couldn't tap into his emotions like he normally could, which was very traumatizing to deal with initially. He grew into it, and it amplified his ability to critically think. He stayed with his new friend, who was also a Fallen Angel, and he recognized his talent as a thinker. Having become quite affluent in society, paid for him to go to a place called a "university" to learn... things. He attended Columbia University, and double majored in chemistry and medicine. Because they were born in a world that let them have free will, he thought it would be best to contribute to the betterment of the lives of children. To that end, he opened a candy store. In the spirit of free will and flipping off authority, he also used his chemistry degree to make and sell illegal drugs, after he'd heard you can't even ingest whatever you want in this world that's supposed to be free. Thus, his frequent child customers who like him despite his ceaseless state of apathy and his frequent drugees who fear him for his ceaseless state of apathy all call him The Candy Man.
To bring us to the present day, there used to be a frequent customer of his modest candy store named Evelyn. Her cascading blonde hair would bounce into his candy store whenever she could and peruse his sugary wares. Her eyes would widen at the sight of all the delectable treats like a flower blooming in spring. Despite his condition as a Fallen Angel, his life was made somewhat brighter by the presence of animated happiness in his store. He could pretend that the world wasn't filled with petulant pests who would fight over small treats you pop in your mouth, both at his day job and night job. They both felt the same way in that store. Even though in their current state they couldn't taste any of the sweets, it was nice to know that they were surrounded by something that was so pleasant (not at all in a pedophilic way). Over time, Evelyn stopped coming to his store, and he was once again forced to look out the window at children beating each other up. One day he needed to visit the local hospital to meet a night time customer who said they'd pay him owed money if he showed up. While there, he stumbled into Evelyn's room. Evelyn lied dejectedly in her hospital bed, looking pale, emaciated, and in horrible condition. A flower in a field of weeds withered in front of him, and her face displayed her incomparable agony. She turned to him, surprised to see him, and said "You came to visit? I know I don't have any money, but do you have any candy? I wish I could have something sweet, but the doctor told me I couldn't."
As someone who recognized suffering was a terrible thing, the least he could do was give her candy. He also didn't like anyone telling him what he can and can't do, so he began rummaging through his pocket for candy anyway. She spoke up again "It hurts so bad Candy Man. I just want it to stop, but they won't give me anything that can make it stop. I heard you were a doctor, Candy Man. Do you have anything that will make it stop? I'd rather die than be like this."
Sam was faced with a moral decision he hadn't encountered before. On the one hand, killing someone else is a horrible atrocity, but so is pain and suffering that can't be stopped. He came to the conclusion that pain and suffering were far worse, he pulled out some of his night time candy he called "Rosy Apple," gave it to her and said "It's not sweet, and it will kill you, but it'll make it stop." She took the pill as he left the room. He took care of his business and left. Since then, he's been wanted by the SBD for murder, creating illegal drugs, and selling illegal drugs. He now roams the streets at night, covering his tracks, and peddling his wares.
Originally Posted by Alkeni Synair
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