[His Fury, 2000 Years Later]
@guidinggospel:
For the first time in eons, Lucifer walks among people.
He has known only the quiet of his idyllic garden since his death in Canaan, and the only other contact he has had with another person was his final parting with Sandalphon. He tries not to think about it–how much he wants to hear his voice, to see his smile again, how much his heart yearns for the warmth of another, has been yearning for thousands of years. Such things are simply beyond his reach. He should not have ever wished for something so selfish.
It is for this reason that he doesn’t know whether his sudden “resurrection” is a blessing or a curse. And for days, Lucifer simply stays within the confines of his apartment room to process it. The possibility that it’s a dream doesn’t elude him, a wild fantasy spun by a lonely mind deranged by isolation… But after days of waking up to the same room, he concludes that hypothesis false.
What, then, is this place, where a dead man like him can walk among the living once again? He supposes the only way to find out is to investigate.
Little does he know that his question–whether this is a blessing or a curse–will be answered. But not in the way he suspects.
He witnesses the valiant act by the youth on the street, stopping the thief in his tracks in a single, fluid movement. But others are ignorant to the truth, jumping to the incorrect conclusion and dubbing the hero a “thief.” It is then that Lucifer steps in.
“Wait.” Lucifer needn’t raise his voice for it to carry over the ruckus and command attention. “He isn’t the culprit. The true thief is the one at his feet. Sandalphon stopped him.”
Albeit in a rather rough way, but he cannot begrudge Sandalphon for hasty actions in such a situation. It doesn’t take much longer to convince the bystanders of the truth. The thief is apprehended, the crowd disperses, and Lucifer is left alone with Sandalphon. It is then that he finally faces him properly, a relieved smile on his face.
“Sandalphon… So you were here. It’s good to see you again…”
…But Lucifer quickly realizes that something is very, very wrong.
Though their final parting had been brief and painful, the Sandalphon of that time had received him warmly, spoken to him fondly. This one seems to be seething at the mere sight of Lucifer.
“…Sandalphon?”
Misfortune was always bestowed in threes, or so he had been told many centuries ago, so if the accidental fraudulence were to be the first instance, then this was certainly the second. “You....” Now he only feared what may be the third. “Lucifer...--!”
Sandalphon caught himself, steering away from baring his fangs as the pesky mortals around them were still eyeing them curiously. I have no choice then.... “Come with me.”
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“... What do you plan on doing now, Lucifer?”
... Perhaps sitting down at an open air cafe hadn’t been the smoothest of transitions, but with a piping hot cup of coffee in hand, could Sandalphon keep his nerves from fraying further.
The air surrounding him was beginning to grow physically hotter and unapproachable--so thick with tension one of them could take their stirring spoon and add a dollop to their hot beverage--many of the cafe’s current residents sneaking over glances that could only pity the one sitting across from Sandalphon.
“Attempt to imprison me again?”
