Corporeal Forces: 5 Strength: 10 Agility: 10

Ethereal Forces: 3 Intelligence: 6 Precision: 6

Celestial Forces: 5 Will: 12 Perception: 8

Word-Forces: 3

Vessel: Human Statue/6

Skills: Dancing/6, Dodge/6, Fighting/6, Large Weapon/6 (Morning star), Running/6

Songs: Might (Corporeal/6, Celestial/4), Motion (Celestial/6), Shields (All/6)

Attunements: Kyriotate of Stone, Malakite of Stone, Armor, Inevitability

Angel of Disco: Drahiel knows every disco move or dance ever created (and actually looks really cool doing them, too).

Rites:

: Disco.

It was just supposed to be a way to encourage Americans to exercise more. As God is his witness, Drahiel had no idea how events were going to unfold - if he had, he never would have agreed to the Word.

But we all know what happened, right? Nybbas (try not to imagine Nybbas in white polyester and gold chains ... oops, never mind) and Haagenti (don't. Hard as it may be to believe, ripping out your eyeballs isn't the answer) took it over and had quite a fun joyride before they metaphorically smashed into a tree. Mindless consumption, mindless music, mindless debauchery (amazing how Andrealphus can make anything look good, huh?) - oh, yes, Disco was quite a fun phenomenon while it lasted, wasn't it?

And now that it's all over, Drahiel was left Upstairs, twitching uncontrollably as the last vestiges of Word-shift coursed through his soul. Heck, he was so pathetically shattered that David felt sorry for him. It was sort of the Archangel of Stone's fault in the first place, after all: he wanted to promote group activities ... just not this sort of group activities. Even David can recognize that a 13 Force Word-bound is no match for the personalized attention of two Demon Princes. Nobody could have known - the insanity that was the 1970s had both sides scrambling to keep a handle on things - but there's still an obligation between Superior and Servitor.

It's taken the Archangel of Stone years to get Drahiel to even partially recover from his catatonia. David, however, has hit upon a possible answer: revenge. If the angel can soul-kill enough Servitors of the Media and Gluttony, he might be able to move past the horror. Once that happens, it'll be safe enough to promote his Word to Dancing and send him over to Novalis. He'll be happier there, really.

And that's why the word on the street is that the newest Snakeskin Gang seems to be leading around a faintly giggling stone statue that literally dances on the corpses of their victims, to a demented beat that only it can hear.

It's closure, apparently.