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Hello y'all! I've created this "factbook" to help flesh out Jinn some more. Naturally, this goes into how brutal and horrible The Republic is. So, expect dystopian horribleness.
ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ-
The Hellborn Republic of Jinn is a totalitarian state, ruled over by Sargatanas and his Infernal Spirits. It occupies a separate reality, accessible through Pride ( or through magical means ). Entering Jinn is impossible without proper authorization from Jinn’s Ministry of Security.
The Republic came into being after 1991, when Sargatanas returned from self-imposed isolation and made a televised address that broadcast throughout Hell, declaring the independence of Jinn. Although, The Ars Goetia attempted to intervene militarily, any more efforts were blocked by The Sins themselves. Fearing a war would weaken Hell to attack from Heaven.
The Republic presents itself as a “liberating” force for all Hellborn. A lasting rebuke against the mistreatment of demons by the hands of Sinners. In truth, The Republic oppresses Hellborn just as much as they torture Sinners. Only, that Hellborn enjoy small positions of power over their sinner cattle.
Though economically weak, The Republic is nonetheless a powerful military force. Its vast, conscripted army is often on campaign, invading and subjugating other realities for resources. It’s known that Jinn lacks any agricultural industry, as the soil has become too contaminated. Thusly, they’re forced to rely on “food alms” from the other rings of Hell. Something that many in Jinn resent.
So, The Republic stands on the shoulders of ancient history. Upon the bloody steps of assassination revolution and murder. One day, hoping they could finally invade Hell. To finally take back what they believe is rightfully theirs. They’ve bought the propaganda and now war has taken possession of them.
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ-
The Republic hardly represents the traditional democratic idea of governance. Instead, it’s ruled directly by Sargatanas and his Infernal Spirits. These spirits being Loray, Faraii and Valefar, who acts more as legates of their respected provinces. Under the legates, is the Revolutionary Council of Hellborn Citizens, a token democratic body that holds no real power and whose elections are determined more by aristocratic bloodlines.
The economy itself is organized from the top down. It’s strictly regulated, with nationalized entities overseeing production. The system itself is morose, burdened by regulation, lack of innovation and widespread corruption. Entire towns are often built around the production of one singular item ( such as radios or cars ).
Slavery is widespread, with sinners being the main victims. Slaves are used mostly for dangerous and risky occupations. Or, for extensive experiments being conducted by Jinn’s Ministry of Science for weapons testing. It’s known in Jinn, that torturing Sinners is seen as “tradition”. Often, such practices are used to harden the hearts and minds of young Hellborn. To make them see Sinners as being beneath them.
Managing security would fall under the security forces. Responsible for rooting out rebels, union groups, sinner “liberationists” and anyone who dares speak ill of The Republic. Their purpose is fear. To keep the populace in line and ever loyal to Sargatanas.
ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ-
Life ( whether you are Hellborn or Sinner ), is filled by hardships. The average citizen faces a multitude of abuses, both from the authorities and even from his own neighbors. Informing upon your neighbor is encouraged and awarded. Thus, creating an atmosphere of severe paranoia. Most of Jinn lives inside grey, boring apartment complexes that often house thousands of demons. There’s no private property, no privacy, unless you have the blood lineage to sit on the council. In that case, council members live inside luxurious manors, supplied with the finest luxuries from Hell.
The culture of Jinn claims to be ancient, harkening back to the times before Lucifer, before The Overlords. The propaganda claims Jinn’s culture is proud and vibrant, unspoiled by the greed of Sinners and Sins. An unbroken chain stretching back to when the first devils established their kingdoms. Yet, the culture of Jinn is heavily “revised”, manufactured in a way that promotes obedience. The powers to be pick and choose what should be celebrated and bend the culture to always service the present.
Though, underneath the false face of “culture” lies a growing counter cultural movement. Mostly, the youth of jinn carry the rebellious torch. Secret night clubs, raves and special screening of movies and shows outside of Jinn are very popular. Although the authorities are trying to crack down on this “cultural subversion”, the secret parties continue.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏꜰ ᴊɪɴɴ-
The Hellborn Liberation Army, or Army of Jinn, is a mass conscripted military force rivaling Hell’s Goetian Legions. Despite Jinn’s economic failings, the army is well equipped and highly trained. This proved to be evident during the 1991 invasion by Ars Goetia forces, which ultimately failed miserably. Currently, the standing army has around 250,000,000 million active-duty soldiers, with 150,000,000 in reserve. The army itself is a mixture of Hellborn military doctrine, heavily reminiscent of The Soviet Military of the 1980s.
The propaganda claims that the military is a force of liberation. That they stand in the way of Hell’s corruption and Heaven’s subversion. In truth, the military are busy repressing their own people by the orders of The Legates. Something which is causing a considerable rift within the military itself. Ad well, the constant military “adventures” being launched into other neighboring realities to secure needed resources. The casualties are becoming harder to hide from the public itself.
Still, what keeps the military loyal is hatred. Most Hellborns are indoctrinated, often supplied with lies and half-truths regarding Hell. They’re taught about the poverty and abuse their cousins face in Pride. About how Sinners ( worthless dross ) hold dominion over their brothers and sisters. There’s the promise of one day invading Hell, to liberate it. To help restore the old order.
Though, their commanders omit how disastrous this war would be. The military leadership of Jinn knows they cannot sustain a prolong conflict with Hell. Knowing this, they’ve devised plans, mostly involving saturating Hell with nuclear bombardment. The nukes being derived from plutonian, salted warheads blessed with demonic magick.
Yet, what would be the point of victory if there’s nothing left to take?
Regardless, many within the command and Sargatanas himself, feels this is necessary.
Hello y'all! I've created this "factbook" to help flesh out Jinn some more. Naturally, this goes into how brutal and horrible The Republic is. So, expect dystopian horribleness.
ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ-
The Hellborn Republic of Jinn is a totalitarian state, ruled over by Sargatanas and his Infernal Spirits. It occupies a separate reality, accessible through Pride ( or through magical means ). Entering Jinn is impossible without proper authorization from Jinn’s Ministry of Security.
The Republic came into being after 1991, when Sargatanas returned from self-imposed isolation and made a televised address that broadcast throughout Hell, declaring the independence of Jinn. Although, The Ars Goetia attempted to intervene militarily, any more efforts were blocked by The Sins themselves. Fearing a war would weaken Hell to attack from Heaven.
The Republic presents itself as a “liberating” force for all Hellborn. A lasting rebuke against the mistreatment of demons by the hands of Sinners. In truth, The Republic oppresses Hellborn just as much as they torture Sinners. Only, that Hellborn enjoy small positions of power over their sinner cattle.
Though economically weak, The Republic is nonetheless a powerful military force. Its vast, conscripted army is often on campaign, invading and subjugating other realities for resources. It’s known that Jinn lacks any agricultural industry, as the soil has become too contaminated. Thusly, they’re forced to rely on “food alms” from the other rings of Hell. Something that many in Jinn resent.
So, The Republic stands on the shoulders of ancient history. Upon the bloody steps of assassination revolution and murder. One day, hoping they could finally invade Hell. To finally take back what they believe is rightfully theirs. They’ve bought the propaganda and now war has taken possession of them.
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ-
The Republic hardly represents the traditional democratic idea of governance. Instead, it’s ruled directly by Sargatanas and his Infernal Spirits. These spirits being Loray, Faraii and Valefar, who acts more as legates of their respected provinces. Under the legates, is the Revolutionary Council of Hellborn Citizens, a token democratic body that holds no real power and whose elections are determined more by aristocratic bloodlines.
The economy itself is organized from the top down. It’s strictly regulated, with nationalized entities overseeing production. The system itself is morose, burdened by regulation, lack of innovation and widespread corruption. Entire towns are often built around the production of one singular item ( such as radios or cars ).
Slavery is widespread, with sinners being the main victims. Slaves are used mostly for dangerous and risky occupations. Or, for extensive experiments being conducted by Jinn’s Ministry of Science for weapons testing. It’s known in Jinn, that torturing Sinners is seen as “tradition”. Often, such practices are used to harden the hearts and minds of young Hellborn. To make them see Sinners as being beneath them.
Managing security would fall under the security forces. Responsible for rooting out rebels, union groups, sinner “liberationists” and anyone who dares speak ill of The Republic. Their purpose is fear. To keep the populace in line and ever loyal to Sargatanas.
ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ-
Life ( whether you are Hellborn or Sinner ), is filled by hardships. The average citizen faces a multitude of abuses, both from the authorities and even from his own neighbors. Informing upon your neighbor is encouraged and awarded. Thus, creating an atmosphere of severe paranoia. Most of Jinn lives inside grey, boring apartment complexes that often house thousands of demons. There’s no private property, no privacy, unless you have the blood lineage to sit on the council. In that case, council members live inside luxurious manors, supplied with the finest luxuries from Hell.
The culture of Jinn claims to be ancient, harkening back to the times before Lucifer, before The Overlords. The propaganda claims Jinn’s culture is proud and vibrant, unspoiled by the greed of Sinners and Sins. An unbroken chain stretching back to when the first devils established their kingdoms. Yet, the culture of Jinn is heavily “revised”, manufactured in a way that promotes obedience. The powers to be pick and choose what should be celebrated and bend the culture to always service the present.
Though, underneath the false face of “culture” lies a growing counter cultural movement. Mostly, the youth of jinn carry the rebellious torch. Secret night clubs, raves and special screening of movies and shows outside of Jinn are very popular. Although the authorities are trying to crack down on this “cultural subversion”, the secret parties continue.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏꜰ ᴊɪɴɴ-
The Hellborn Liberation Army, or Army of Jinn, is a mass conscripted military force rivaling Hell’s Goetian Legions. Despite Jinn’s economic failings, the army is well equipped and highly trained. This proved to be evident during the 1991 invasion by Ars Goetia forces, which ultimately failed miserably. Currently, the standing army has around 250,000,000 million active-duty soldiers, with 150,000,000 in reserve. The army itself is a mixture of Hellborn military doctrine, heavily reminiscent of The Soviet Military of the 1980s.
The propaganda claims that the military is a force of liberation. That they stand in the way of Hell’s corruption and Heaven’s subversion. In truth, the military are busy repressing their own people by the orders of The Legates. Something which is causing a considerable rift within the military itself. Ad well, the constant military “adventures” being launched into other neighboring realities to secure needed resources. The casualties are becoming harder to hide from the public itself.
Still, what keeps the military loyal is hatred. Most Hellborns are indoctrinated, often supplied with lies and half-truths regarding Hell. They’re taught about the poverty and abuse their cousins face in Pride. About how Sinners ( worthless dross ) hold dominion over their brothers and sisters. There’s the promise of one day invading Hell, to liberate it. To help restore the old order.
Though, their commanders omit how disastrous this war would be. The military leadership of Jinn knows they cannot sustain a prolong conflict with Hell. Knowing this, they’ve devised plans, mostly involving saturating Hell with nuclear bombardment. The nukes being derived from plutonian, salted warheads blessed with demonic magick.
Yet, what would be the point of victory if there’s nothing left to take?
Regardless, many within the command and Sargatanas himself, feels this is necessary.
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Sargatanas emerged from the shadows. There was . . . a hint of concern in his voice. His eyes, cold as they were, expressed this very emotion.
“Why is everyone suddenly appearing now ?! And from all the shadowy corners who didn’t pay me for the light bill!?” He sighed heavily — and turned to face Him— Sargas .
If everyone thought him and Satan had a history — they never met Him and Sargatanas .
“I had a feeling we’d be due for a conversation soon” the Fallen Angel stood his ground .
He noticed how the other looked and knew this was serious — it’s been ages since he’s seen any emotion from him .. towards him.
“Come on let’s head inside we can talk there old friend “
They were friends, once. Sargatanas can scarcely remember how that felt. Comradery. Friendship. Love, even. He can only sense the phantom emotion, the echo.
Still, he wanted to help his friend. To save himself.
“I’ve been informed of some recent developments.”
Sargatanas said coldly, as followed. He stopped, grim-faced and calculating, as he studied the other intently.
He learned about Vox and his rally. How the television overlord insulted Lucifer. It was unheard of, infuriating even. If he was there, he would have slaughtered Vox on the spot. Including any other sinner who attended the rally. Just for good measure.
“Something needs to be done about this Vox. I’ve always felt . . . Overlords never deserved their rank.”
Lucifer winched — it seems all of hell heard about his botched attempt at scaring off Vox— fuck it would have worked in the past — it always worked — back then of course none of them knew —. Knew that he couldn’t attack them out right .. could harm or help them just had to watch and be surrounded by them —
Unable to defend his family or himself — it was pathetic and he was made King — Ha.. some divine punishment .
To watch all of Humanity waste and squander his gift . His sacrifice .
“The overlords are just being rowdy they always were a Noisy bunch the younger ones anyway .. “ the older ones Zestiel and Carmilla knew their place well and he always respected them — for sinners .
“Besides I … .. I messed up enough today I can’t interfere —er I mean I respect Charlie’s wishes to .. not ruin everything ..” he sighed .
This was not Lucifer. This was not Morningstar. This was not a king.
Where was the usurper he ( and others ) followed and fell into the depths of Hell? Where was the man who shaped this wasteland into a kingdom? Where was he?
It enraged him. Sargatanas, despite everything he has said and done, respected Lucifer. He doesn’t want to see his friend reduced like this. To see him humiliated in this way. He wanted him restored- reinvigorated, brought back to what he once was.
He had plans for that, after all. He will save him. He save all of them from themselves.
“My King.”
Sargatanas rested his hand onto Lucifer’s shoulder. The touch was cold, mechanical and hardly familiar. The Tyrant of Jinn softened his features, as his cold blue eyes stared with an emotion scarcely resembling empathy. After his son died, he always had trouble with emotion.
“Let me act. I know the treaty between Hell and Jinn restricts my actions on Pride. But action is what we need. Vox’s insults are a call to insurrection. I believe we should cut the cord to his power.”
He moved, crossing his robbed arms as he speaks.
“By your blessing. I could summon up legions of my Hellborn. They will . . . police the populace on Pride. Arrest Vox and his conspirators and make examples of them for all of Hell to see. Of course, we would need to execute . . . a few thousand more. Just to teach the Sinners a very important lesson.”
Sargatanas emerged from the shadows. There was . . . a hint of concern in his voice. His eyes, cold as they were, expressed this very emotion.
“Why is everyone suddenly appearing now ?! And from all the shadowy corners who didn’t pay me for the light bill!?” He sighed heavily — and turned to face Him— Sargas .
If everyone thought him and Satan had a history — they never met Him and Sargatanas .
“I had a feeling we’d be due for a conversation soon” the Fallen Angel stood his ground .
He noticed how the other looked and knew this was serious — it’s been ages since he’s seen any emotion from him .. towards him.
“Come on let’s head inside we can talk there old friend “
They were friends, once. Sargatanas can scarcely remember how that felt. Comradery. Friendship. Love, even. He can only sense the phantom emotion, the echo.
Still, he wanted to help his friend. To save himself.
“I’ve been informed of some recent developments.”
Sargatanas said coldly, as followed. He stopped, grim-faced and calculating, as he studied the other intently.
He learned about Vox and his rally. How the television overlord insulted Lucifer. It was unheard of, infuriating even. If he was there, he would have slaughtered Vox on the spot. Including any other sinner who attended the rally. Just for good measure.
“Something needs to be done about this Vox. I’ve always felt . . . Overlords never deserved their rank.”
Sargatanas did not start out as the tyrant of Jinnestan. Before him, there were a dozen petty rulers. Each with dreams of conquest and cruelty, cut short by their own hubris.
Jinn before Sargatanas was an unstable, tumultuous warzone. Just endless revolutions, civil wars and regime changes.
That ended when Sargatanas took over and wiped out the opposition. It was violent, brutal and even shocked most of Hell.
In the end, there was peace. Peace and cold, calculating tyranny.
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"Let me make it clear to you that you are in no position to dictate terms."
Lucifer was one of few beings capable of provoking Sargatanas. The God Moth prided himself over cold stoicism. He was devoid of emotion. Yet Lucifer could always get some reaction out of him.
Turning, Sargatanas growled at the other like some animal. The face of the demon warped into some feral nightmare. Fangs showing, his eyes burned of murderous annoyance.
Yes, The Republic of Jinn was free to do what it wanted. But that sovereignty was at allowance of Lucifer. Such are the tedious balances of power.
Finding restraint again, Sargatanas calmed himself. Besides, it was beneath him to act such as this.
“Then . . . we can reach an agreement. Negotiate as equals.”
He said, bowing his head as a sign of respect. He raises his arms side to side, adding to the act.
"You really don't understand, do you? For all your analysis, you still don't understand human nature."
Here they go again another fun meeting with his bestie Sargas, he missed the days he could come over and fill his throne room ducks .. maybe he should do that again ?
“I’m pretty sure out of the two of us , I understand it the most, look I know the hotel didn’t work in the past but this time it’s different I know it is Sargas.”
Sargatanas spoke, his voice sounding almost tired. Turning, his cold eyes lingered on Lucifer, conveying his disdain for such tedious topics. In his mind, no Sinner could ever ( or should ever ) amount to anything. They were severed of life, condemned by Heaven and imprisoned in Hell.
“Morningstar, Lucifer . . . .”
There was an attempt at warmth in his voice. A mimicry of comradery that seemed difficult to muster. Sargatanas was trying but such emotions are . . . difficult. He even wanted to reach out, to place his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. Yet, he couldn’t find the will ( or emotion ) to go that far.
“This Hotel . . . your daughter’s dream . . . would only bring more pain and suffering. That suffering does not have to come from Heaven. But, by the people she seeks to rescue herself from themselves. Sinners are the worse of humanity, the cruelest and devious. They will take advantage of her kindness. They will rob her of whatever naïve hope she has. In doing so they might harm her. Or worse.”
A deep, resounding frown graced his face. Yet, there burned a hatred in his eyes. For all his talk, Charlie needed to be eliminated. If he was to ever restore his friend, she needed to die. It was the only way he could save Hell. To save Lucifer.
That got his attention at least, Sargas rarely called him by his name anymore, it was something he didn’t know he missed until the other spoke, they were close once, great friends , both in battle and in ruling when he first started his reign at least.
Lucifer grew from his harden iron fisted ways thanks to those around him and his subjects, Sargas it seems did not.
His friend only seemed to grow colder .. and he was pretty sure he knew the reason why, the death of Sargas’s son, his nephew for all intents and purposes was something that still hurt even to this day, Lucifer had grieved with his old friend .
And had helped him bring those who did it to Justice, ( or so he thought) .
At the other’s confession of worry for his daughter his tense stance grew lax and he smiled a real one at his old friend. Perhaps not all of him was cold perhaps they could be close again .
“I understand your worry, trust me I’m not without my reservations for this I know there are some sinners who are irredeemable, who might use her”, his suspicions were mostly on that radio demon but he had his workers looking into that .
“So that’s why I decided I’ll be involved in this project, who better to keep them in line then the big boss of hell himself,” he had no qualms in reaching out to his friend Laying a hand on him .
“I’m glad your worried about her though, that you care,” he was none the wiser to his friends true motives for him .
“I’ve Been meaning to ask by the way, I wanted to pay Respects to your son, where is his resting place?”
Just briefly, his eyes were lost in emotional emptiness. Everything was cold, everything was distant. The God Moth lowered his head, his memories of his one true son flooding back. He remembered his smile. He remembered so much.
“The palace gardens. I laid him to rest there. He loved flowers.”
Those words alone showed how empty he was of love, hope and life. Just beyond the power, was a broken man who lost his son. A man who destroyed everything he loved and sought to protect. A man alone in power.
“If you wish, I was going to visit his tomb. You can accompany me.”
The God Moth offered to Lucifer, his eyes solemn and cold like dead stars.
Yes, all the conspirators were rounded up and executed. All except one. The prisoner of the tower, the one only Sargatanas could see. Imps and Devils have spoke of who the prisoner is. Some knew better to ask questions, spread rumors and seek answers.
One question always persisted.
If the prisoner was the murderer, then why allow him to live?
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"You really don't understand, do you? For all your analysis, you still don't understand human nature."
Here they go again another fun meeting with his bestie Sargas, he missed the days he could come over and fill his throne room ducks .. maybe he should do that again ?
“I’m pretty sure out of the two of us , I understand it the most, look I know the hotel didn’t work in the past but this time it’s different I know it is Sargas.”
Sargatanas spoke, his voice sounding almost tired. Turning, his cold eyes lingered on Lucifer, conveying his disdain for such tedious topics. In his mind, no Sinner could ever ( or should ever ) amount to anything. They were severed of life, condemned by Heaven and imprisoned in Hell.
“Morningstar, Lucifer . . . .”
There was an attempt at warmth in his voice. A mimicry of comradery that seemed difficult to muster. Sargatanas was trying but such emotions are . . . difficult. He even wanted to reach out, to place his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. Yet, he couldn’t find the will ( or emotion ) to go that far.
“This Hotel . . . your daughter’s dream . . . would only bring more pain and suffering. That suffering does not have to come from Heaven. But, by the people she seeks to rescue herself from themselves. Sinners are the worse of humanity, the cruelest and devious. They will take advantage of her kindness. They will rob her of whatever naïve hope she has. In doing so they might harm her. Or worse.”
A deep, resounding frown graced his face. Yet, there burned a hatred in his eyes. For all his talk, Charlie needed to be eliminated. If he was to ever restore his friend, she needed to die. It was the only way he could save Hell. To save Lucifer.
