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i still have like six replies but it's 10pm and i wanted to get some more sewing done before bed
When the sound comes through the oak panelling of her door, there’s a wicked-looking butcher knife in her hand; free of clients for the evening, she had had every intention of getting an early start on dinner.
Apparently not, and there’s a quiet sigh before she sets the blade down and moves toward the entranceway to greet her unexpected visitor.
“Good evening,” she intones lightly, posture and eyes patient as she awaits an explanation for the uninvited, and rather blatant, disregard.
He's met a psychiatrist before--obviously not a very good one, considering he's not fixed, but he's quite certain the guy was a psychiatrist. Either that or Abra's been intoning a few things here. Nevertheless, the woman who opens the door is not quite what he is expecting.
No matter.
"Doctor Lecter, I presume?" Her accents hints to lands faraway, lands across the sea that are as cold as the belly of Hell. The scrape her ethereal tone makes travelling up and down his spine is not dissimilar to that of frost.
He needs a second opinion, and Doctor Lecter came well-recommended. Don't ask how Lucifer got her address--she wasn't at the office when he called.
"May I come in?"
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“What—would you do,” his tone taunting, taking his camera out of its thick black bag and overlooking the edges for any damage marks, “-f you had a camera that could see other’s souls?” A simple question really. If Jack got a ‘what’ in return he wouldn’t be very amused, in fact any interest in the stopped stranger would be gone.
"Why would you want to see others' souls?" That's...--likely the best course of action here. Technically, Lucifer should be able to see the state of humans' souls, though his wellbeing is subjective. You've caught him lucid today--lucky you. "I imagine they're very ugly things, souls. The prettiest of people often have the blackest of spirits."
I suppose not, but I never gave up on the possibility of it.
Then perhaps you know the story? God created humanity and had Archangel Michael chase His son out of Heaven with a fucking fire sword. That kind of hurt my feelings.
[ Pause. Long, measuring look. Here we go-- ]
Have you seen Abra recently?
“You are even more full of tumultuous anger than I would have expected. I know better than to expect kindness. I apologize sincerely if I have added unnecessary fuel to your flame, Lord.” Cato gives a half bow, remaining low as he takes a few paces back. Fear isn’t a weakness. It’s highly necessary. But there are different kinds of fear.
"I am even more full of tumultuous anger than you would have expected. I'm sorry, prophet. I think the Dalai Lama is presently in India." He's being more helpful than the other would have likely expected, as well, even if his aid is offered bitterly as his fist slams into the railing of the verandah.
The wood doesn't splinter, though Lucifer could have done much worse with very little effort if that were what he willed. The destruction of a boy-mystic's house doesn't seem entirely too high on his agenda, however.
He's backing away now, and it's a strange; the company he has taken of late has been too headstrong, too stupid, to fear him.
"I'm sorry, that was rude. I've no doubt it's unnecessary to introduce myself. I do prefer Lucifer, however Lord will quite suffice." He stops, then offers a hand.
dibs on cato
i'm getting woozy again i'm going to
go for a while
“I belong to Adam. You belong to whom you say you belong, if anyone. You were not fond of Adam, Adam was beneath you, and you proved such. There is honor in the first, sinful though he was, and I am eons away from the first. The respect deserved is what you ask of me. Or do you allow me to be prideful before you?”
"I can assure you, I don't belong to anyone. Is there any point in recalling the most obvious of truths, or do you simply hope to impress me with your insight? As you say, you do not belong to me, so there's little point in my demanding things of you. Bow if you want. Puff your chest out in the face of the dragon if it pleases you. I don't give a fuck."
That's terribly vulgar, but it is the truth and Lucifer is already tired of playing games.
to which it are you referring ?
All of it. Don't say those things; I don't like it.
⌠ ✧ ⌡—; ”Why—does everything—have to be about you. Why. Because—I was upset that you tried to manipulate Zero, because you said horrible things about me—about us—because I was upset at that, you went and found someone else. Someone else who spoke cruelly to me. Who made me feel like dirt. Who said that you belonged to her. You went and—had sex with, all of these people—because I was upset. At something you did. And so I—found a boy. Who makes me happy, someone who doesn’t make me want to cry so much—and you…you just—make it about you, again? Why? Why can’t you just—apologize to me? Why can’t you be my Daddy? Why?”
"Because it is about me. Because I'm your Daddy and I don't like your friend and you can't tell me what to do--because you're not my Daddy, I'm yours--and it is about me, I'm the one who was thrown out of Heaven because I loved my Father--not like you...--you're so fucking selfish, Abra, and I want you to take off your clothes and wear that lovely underwear for me. Now."
And so is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world.
Threnodies 8:13
I don't like it.
oh gosh wow
Don't say that.