paradise lost

One of the very first primal beasts ever created, he is known as the supreme primarch who commands all other archangels. His purpose is to oversee and guide evolution within the skydoms. His appearance is said to be the spitting image of the Astral researcher who created him. Affiliated with Vraelgard Housed in Twin Apartments A4. Ranking: Novice

[fifthprimarch]

[His Fury, 2000 Years Later]

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fifthprimarch‌:

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.”

                                                       —

“… 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?”

While he would have normally celebrated such a casual address (oh, how he yearns for equals, even now!), in this case, it is a mere symbol of what has changed--or what has been lost. Lucifer’s worst fears are confirmed: the Sandalphon glaring at him is one without memory of the present. Rather, his own present appears to be either the time of the rebellion, or the cataclysms.

He doesn’t regret intervening for Sandalphon’s sake. He doesn’t even regret running into him. A Sandalphon who despises him is better than a Sandalphon who is absent, and Lucifer has longed for his company for millennia. But when he sees that glare leveled on him, one that’s burning with hatred...Lucifer has to wonder whether he deserves that company at all.

Yet another thought that has parasitized his mind in the time he’s spent alone is proven true...

He only wishes he had had more time to guard against Sandalphon’s hatred. Lucifer is lacking in the fortitude he used to have, or lacks the strength to keep up that front. His fate has worn him thin--he can only follow after Sandalphon silently, and brace himself for their inevitable difficult conversation.

--

It’s ironic that Sandalphon would choose a cafe of all places, or perhaps he had hoped that the normally calming atmosphere would assuage his own anger towards his creator. It doesn’t seem to be working; the tension in the air is almost palpable, to the point where Lucifer can feel the air crackling around them. 

“...No. I have no intention of doing that.” He’s unable to stop the sadness from showing on his face. “I do not have any plans. The fact that I am here at all is an aberration...” 

He looks up at Sandalphon, daring to meet that glare. “And...yourself? What do you plan on doing here, Sandalphon?”

[fifthprimarch]

[His Fury, 2000 Years Later]

[guidinggospel]

fifthprimarch:

It took every bit of self-restraint not to punch a fist through the accursed mirror propped up beside his door.

This can’t be… of all people I may stumble upon…!

Nails scraping into a death grip upon the polished wooden frame, the image that had revealed itself to Sandalphon in the form a perfectly angled face cursed to express anything but neutral awareness, and those eyes, so blue, the color of those forsaken skies he’d give anything to tear down and soak red with his fury… …—was staring back at him, insufferably, and somberly so.

Who knew how much he’d come to regret asking for his fortune on this new day? Throwing up his hood and storming out of the housing unit, Sandalphon took to the streets of Terra, heels clicking loudly behind his stride. If anyone had been in the way of his path, he hadn’t begun to notice yet; with such a thundering storm cloud hovering over him, it was obvious that they would immediately steer clear of this livid angel and what holy smiting he may bestow upon them…

“Eeek! Someone help! That man’s stealing my fruit!”

A shrill cry then sounded out from a produce stand he had already passed, a scrappy looking young mortal sprinting towards him, at least a dozen crisp apples in tow.

Now, Sandalphon could care less about the matters of mortals, but he needed to blow off some steam and this was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Sticking out the toe of his boot and sending the petty thief face-first into the dusted stone road, the fruit in his arms was sent flying overhead, Sandalphon catching them all effortlessly, save for the one that he had purposefully let strike the back of the fallen thief’s skull.

Aah, sweet, sweet catharsis. Maybe he could grind his heel into his spine for good measure…

“Is that him?! The thief?” “He has the fruit! Get him!”

“…. —huh?”

Why were all eyes suddenly on him? … Did no one bear witness to his valiant act?!

… Damn these foolish mortals! At this rate, with this many eyes upon him, he’d be recognized by someone that knew his likeness for sure! How could he have let this happen? … Ah, well, he had walked out before evaluating the rest of his daily fortune, so perhaps this was simply his hubris at work…  

@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?”

[vraelgard]

I'm so sorry sending this app in right as the inbox is cleared oh my god. But on prior reserve, here's Lucifer from Granblue Fantasy! App is in the sidebar or under /app. Thank you!

hello lucifer, and welcome to terra!

you will be housed in twin apartments A4 where you will find three of those cheap plastic katanas you win at a carnival game to replace your weapons (for now). 

because you are transferring rank, you will retain your Shield, Healing, and Light Manipulation to make balls of light abilities. after spending one month in our beautiful country at novice rank, you will be automatically elevated to sorcerer rank. at which time we’ll also give you the. actual swords back too. 

✵ sylthfarn

[nky911]

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hylocereusfruit‌:

Dragonfruit isn’t sure if he could say for sure that they went extinct, seeing as he was still the fruit in some kind of essence. Still it made sense with how little there were people the same species as him back home.

At least in this city, so many plants weren’t in danger of being extinct.

Dragonfruit however did want to ask what the other could of been in their world, for this world to be so liberating to them. It seemed like there was a story behind that, but the smile kept Dragonfruit from voicing the questions. His wings did give a little flutter, the only showing that he was rather curious.

“B-blue? like the sky…“ Dragonfruit muttered, listening carefully to the way Lucifer remembered the world they used to be at. They seemed to care for it deeply, and it did sound rather wonderful.

“I-if you could go back would you? It sounds really… amazing of a home.“ He gave a little smile of his own, calmer since the topic was off himself.

Like the sky, the boy had said, and Lucifer could only offer a smile tinged with melancholy and longing.

“Like the sky... Indeed, the world I hail from is the all-encompassing sky, and many make their homes on the islands that float within.”

His smile was now painted with equal parts fondness and sadness, and he turned his gaze into Spirale’s sky. It was the same shade of blue, and yet still, it was so different.

“...I would. There s little I wouldn’t give to be able to see those skies again, if only one more time...”

But such a thing was impossible for him. He knew that much, and before he could find himself adrift in an ocean of sorrow again, he glanced at Dragonfruit again.

“I suppose it is different from you. I have known the skies all my life, so it is difficult to envision any other world... What is yours like?”

[guidinggospel]

lostdragonprince‌:

Euden thought he had landed without making the winds move too wildly though with the look on Lucifer’s face and the way his hair seemed a bit more ruffled than normal maybe he should have been more careful.

Though Lucifer’s words confused him, the other wasn’t playing a joke was he? No Lucifer never seemed like the type from the times they had spent together. Oh! was there a chance there was another that looked like Lucio or Lucifer here? That would make sense since the other two knew him.

“Are you not Lucifer or Lucio?“ Euden asked, his Dragon form titling it’s head a bit. “I thought you looked like Lucifer, and it had been a while since I came to see them…“

The voice that came from the dragon was startling but unsurprising. True Dragons in the skies were capable of speech, and were indeed intelligent and sentient beings, so a talking dragon wasn’t a foreign sight to Lucifer.

What was surprising was how readily the dragon spoke his and Lucio’s names. 

“So you have met Lucio...and myself as well, it seems.”

He walked closer, cautious steps becoming more relaxed when he took note of the dragon’s eyes. They were calm, regarding him with mild confusion or concern--likely the result of Lucifer not recognizing him--and without a hint of malice. 

“You would be correct. I am Lucifer. Although it seems I have forgotten much about this place, as well as the people I’ve met.”

His steps carried him to the great dragon, closer and closer until Lucifer had to crane his neck to see its eyes.

“Were you and I also friends...?”

[guidinggospel]

trouble-prone primarch

@celestial-torrent​

Lucifer had not been designed to take sides. He had been created as a neutral arbiter, an impartial judge whose obligations were to the skies, and the skies alone. Anything and everything else within those skies had to be left to take their course. His purpose was to preside over the natural order, and intervention from a god-like being would only disturb that order, tip the scales far in the favour of one side, and lead to an artificial outcome.

So when faced with this new predicament, Lucifer was determined to remain neutral as he always had.

Of course, nothing was ever so easy, and in the blink of an eye, Lucifer not only found himself in an environment far-removed from the Archimedes ward that he had just grown accustomed to, but also on the business end of several sharp weapons.

“You! You’re not welcome in the Kingdom of Xalphina!”

“...What?”

The warriors in question were decidedly not very mortal-looking, some garbed in what appeared to be scale armour, some with claws and tails, others sporting antennae and butterfly wings. A winged one spoke up next, his voice calmer than the draconic woman threatening Lucifer.

“He certainly looks like a human, doesn’t he? But he feels somewhat different. A shapeshifter, maybe? Perhaps an Opalarian spy who tried to imitate us Faekin.”

The words meant nothing to Lucifer, though it was easy to tell that his position wasn’t a favourable one.

“If I may, I mean no harm. I come in peace--”

“Silence! You can tell your story to the authorities!”

“...”

A difficult situation indeed. The commotion had already attracted the attention of many townspeople, and other soldiers had entered the scene. Fighting wasn’t absolutely out of the question; Lucifer had come out victorious in previous skirmishes where he had been grossly outnumbered, but that had been when he had had the power of the supreme primarch.

Now, without even a single pair of wings to fly away with, he could only wonder whether engaging in combat was truly the best choice. 

Perhaps simply giving into the authorities was the safest course of action for now. Lucifer would have to figure out what to do after...

[guidinggospel]

mycsei‌:

  Those words lingered on Lucifer’s lips for much longer than he would have liked. Of course he knew what those things meant to the primarch– after all, he had been the one observing everything from far above the limit of the sky. Though despite this, his expression did not waver as he gave a small nod to the other as he sat himself down–  placing the bag he had brought next to his seat.

  Of course he didn’t hold it in plain sight, still wanting to keep the small surprise for the primarch as he made the tea he had once made for Lucifer when he had returned to the city. Though he was a bit sad that he couldn’t have stopped anything from happening– he didn’t feel as if he could tell Lucifer such things just yet. 

  When the preparation was finished and Lucifer poured them both a cup. Taking a sip, though he knew it needed a bit of practice– it wasn’t bad; especially for the first time he had tasted Lucifer’s attempt at brewing tea. The light taste was easy on his tongue, much more than coffee which was much too bitter for his liking. 

  ‘ I don’t think you could make anything that would disappoint me. It has a lovely flavor. ’

  A smile curled on his lips once more as he placed the cup down and looked at Lucifer softly. 

                                          ‘ What about you? How do you like it? ’

Lucio’s approval elicited a sense of relief, light tension that he hadn’t even realized had been there ebbing away from his shoulders the moment Lucio praised the brew. It wasn’t something that Lucifer could explain; perhaps he simply wanted to do something nice for Lucio, the one who had been taking care of him since he had awoken here, who was sure that he spent nary a moment alone. That relief manifested as a gentle smile.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

He raised the cup to his own lips and took a small sip. The taste was much lighter, somewhat weaker than what he was used to, a mild floral flavour that danced like petals with a clean mix of sweetness and slight bitterness. 

“I must admit, I’m unused to the flavour... But I don’t dislike it.” He smiled softly at the cup. “Though I suppose I do like it more because such a flavour reminds me of you”

He looked up again.

“I wonder... Am I strange for that?”

[guidinggospel]

beasts of a feather

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gallowsbough‌:

Yggdrasil knows the pain of hunger. It gnaws until the core feels hollow and numb, until she is so cold that she cannot feel it anymore. If not for her disobedient body, she could have pretended that she hungered for nothing.

She cut a sorry figure in her slouch and pallor. The excruciating headache coupled with unsteady steps forced her to her knees. Not even sunlight could enliven her; the paranoia and constant vigilance she’d mounted against this city had taxed her greatly.

On the way down, she found enough energy to laugh at the absurdity of it all— the primal beast of greenery, capable of quickening entire islands, unable to sustain herself. She was keenly aware of the void left by her absent powers. Being stripped of her abilities like this deprived her of an essential comfort; her leadened core served no purpose, offered nothing save wakefulness.

She’d let herself sleep for just a bit. Just a little bit, just this time.

Her prone body was cold to the touch. Exhaustion deafened her to the familiar voice calling out.

No response. Yggdrasil had fallen into a deep slumber, whether it was from exhaustion or some other ailment that Lucifer couldn’t see at the moment...which made it all the more worrying. Yggdrasil was a primal beast; her needs were different from that of mortals, and she couldn’t be affected by run-off-the-mill illnesses.

Lucifer’s decision came without much second thought and he gathered the weakened primal beast into his arms, lifting her up and making a hasty retreat back to his home.

The familiar scent of coffee had begun to waft its way around the house, filling the kitchen and living room with a deep, rich fragrance.

All the while, Lucifer watched over the sleeping Yggdrasil, who now lay on the couch. The moment he saw her stirring, he spoke.

“Take it easy. I found you unconscious on the streets. How do you feel, Yggdrasil?”

[guidinggospel]

lostdragonprince‌:

@arbiterofdawn

Euden had decided to take the time to take a quick fly around the city, as long as he kept up higher than the buildings he wouldn’t harm anything. In some ways this habit reflected his urge to both keep busy and keep an eye on the city. Though everything seemed safe, and peaceful. It was nice.

While in the sky he notices that hes flown close to Lucifer’s home. He thinks he can even see the other in the garden. Its been a while since he saw Lucifer, and now feels like a good time. He makes sure to carefully land in a space without any plants he could crush. Though it doesn’t change the wind that his wings make as they slow his descent to the ground. Lucifer would have long noticed the Dragon before they were even close to landing.

Sunny. It was a sunny day today. The rays beating down on his back felt so...warm. So real. Not just a facsimile he had crafted from memory; the real sun’s light.

How he had missed it.

The day itself was calm; Spirale was on the cusp of summer, providing ideal growing conditions daily. The berries and vegetables in Lucifer’s garden were flourishing beautifully, bearing more fruit than the average. It would’ve been a peaceful sight if not for the sudden gusts of wind originating from above. Plants and shrubs began swaying violently, and Lucifer himself was nearly knocked over by the suddenness of it all, quickly standing up and turning around to regard the source:

“...A dragon?”

Though as fearsome as it looked, Lucifer could sense no ill will from it. In fact, it looked almost...friendly.

“Do you have business with me? ...Can you even understand my speech?”

[guidinggospel]

hylocereusfruit‌:

“O-oh… where I came from tended to always be warm, sometimes too warm…“ He was more used to a dry heat, rather than what it sounds like the fruit he came from would enjoy. 

“T-they do exist… or at least did…“ He had been made from one after all, but he wasn’t sure how many were left if any at all. He had only met at the most two like him. 

Lucifer was taking time to say he wouldn’t hurt him? They said it in such a calming way as well, Dragonfruit couldn’t sense any kind of lie. His wings still gave a little flutter, but they seemed to shudder less. 

“Y-yes.. I do, but… It d-doesn’t matter in this city?“ Hes trying to not lie, but hes still wary about letting other know his true nature. 

“W-what about you? Did you come from somewhere n-not in this city?“ Hes trying to change the topic to about Lucifer, but he is also curious about the tall gardener. 

“They ‘did?’ ...Then did they go extinct? That’s unfortunate...”

But extinctions happened all the time in the natural world. It was sad to see an evolutionary branch completely wiped out, but it would also pave the way for other life to thrive. The world was self-replenishing and resilient, after all. It was one of the reasons Lucifer had loved it.

“Yes. I suppose it doesn’t matter here. Your origins, your powers, your previous position... All of it is erased upon arriving in Spirale. 

“It’s...liberating, in a sense.”

It was only after the words had left his mouth that he realized he had said them. He offered a smile to Dragonfruit so that he wouldn’t question them.

“But pay me no mind. To answer your question, yes, I do come from a different place. My origin is a world that’s vast and blue... Skies stretching as far as the eye can see, with islands dotting the horizon. And life flourishes on each and every island, unique yet wonderful. It’s a place of infinite possibility, infinite growth--infinite evolution. A beautiful world...”

His eyes grew distant as he spoke of it. The skies that he could only replicate from memory were a place he could never see again, and that sad thought brought an ache to his heart that he couldn’t put a finger on.

[guidinggospel]

Six-winged Omen

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duskfeathered‌:

The weight on his arm is familiar, grounding. 

A desperate reprieve from being lost in the poisonous haze of worry and fear, though it is no cure. But it brings back a rationality that had been lost, eases the man’s panic into something far more manageable. With it however brings a potent sense of shame. How shameful, terrible of him, to fall so easily to his emotions. To this situation. After all the eldest been through so much worse than being chased.

So to be like this, to be so unsightly in the eyes of anyone else it makes a part of him burn in frustration. It’s all so terrible and it’s even worse since he knows this is all a part of someone’s terrible game with him. A terrible game that now he’s brought his youngest brother into entirely inadvertently. Dread slowly claws its way at him again, but this time not for himself. Don’t drag family into your business, it whispers. Distance yourself, get away from him. Don’t ruin it here. 

Lucifer reaches up with his free hand, thinks of tearing Luciel’s grip off but his hand instead clasps over his brothers, unable to turn the youngest away. Unable to turn a blind eye to Luciel’s silent way of asking for safety, for help. 

The years have done little to keep him from acting the part of a brother when it came down to it. So he reaches out with his free hand and gently runs it through his younger brothers hair. An acknowledgement of Luciel’s own well restrained panic, a distraction from his own temporary as it may be.

“I’m glad that you managed to keep yourself safe.”

There was another comment - bitten back - and plenty more that were far less comforting and even less pleasant. Being so considerate and kind is no longer second nature but Luciel deserves to be spared such behavior.

“I know little about the situation, I was-” 

Debilitated, cornered, chased. Lucifer had so little time to figure anything out. 

“- too preoccupied to learn much of anything.”

But the man can’t confess that, his pride winning out against what would be an innocent and more informative statement.

“If that’s the case however then your suggestion is the best course of action.”

Though when Lucifer turns his attention to the distance, to where his brothers gaze is, it seemed so far. So incredibly far. He recalls the rapid flapping of wings before it was replaced with a sweet, comforting silence. 

“We need to get moving though, my pursuer has wings.”

‘They’ll reach us faster if we idle’. Though he certainly doesn’t need to say it, that unfortunate reality can set in on its own. But. The more he himself dwells on it, the more another thought comes to mind.

“Will you be able to make it that far?”

Though the oldest of the four had been absent from their lives for years, his gentle actions still felt familiar, so familiar. It was as if the older Lucifer never left, tousling his youngest brother’s hair as if it was the most natural thing to do in spite of their separation. 

For Lucifer, there was little else that was as comforting as his oldest brother’s touch. It was the reassurance that he needed in so trying a time; a touch that he couldn’t help but lean into, but relax under. Yes, the oldest of them had often comforted him and Lucio in such a manner, sparing them from their mother’s wrath and vowing to protect them...

So everything would be alright...right?

“I...I see. I’m glad you’re safe too, brother.” 

Perhaps not. Lucifer paled at the notion of his brother’s winged pursuer.

“Wings?” His mind immediately leapt to Sandalphon and Lucio, both of whom had wings. The eldest Lucifer had wings as well, though he had often hidden them within their home. Arbiter had wanted to control every aspect of her sons’ lives, after all--including the baring of their wings.

Therein lay anguish and remorse; if only Lucifer had had his own wings, if only they hadn’t been torn from his back so young. Then perhaps he and his brother could take flight together and out-speed what threat had targeted the older Lucifer. But that was neither here nor there.

If the assailant had wings, then they couldn’t waste any time. 

“...Yes. I can.” He still felt ill, he was still shaken from the encounter with the parallel Lucilius...but he could swallow it if it meant both him and his brother could get to safety. “Let’s hurry to those woods...”

He tugged his brother along first, taking hasty steps towards the woods in the distance. 

He didn’t know how long they had been running for. 

Only that, sure enough, he heard the characteristic sound of wing beats. Large ones at that--whatever was pursuing them was formidable just from that sound alone, and it was terrifying. And then, Lucifer too saw the shadow darting between the clouds.

“Wh-what is that?! 

[guidinggospel]

beasts of a feather

@gallowsbough

Restlessness had finally begun to gnaw at Lucifer, and he left the safety of his home garden to wander the Archimedes ward.

Upon closer inspection, the place was certainly much more lived in than Lucifer’s quiet garden. Houses lined the residential area in rows, and the pristine orderliness of the ward was comforting in its own right. It wasn’t as warm...but neither was it as isolating either. 

Perhaps he could attribute to the people also loitering around. The man watering his lawn. The children playing nearby. That woman...

...passed out on the ground?

“...!”

And not just any woman. She was a primal beast, much Lucifer himself, especially recognizable to him because of the integral part she had played in stopping Sandalphon’s rampage. Without wasting any time, Lucifer ran over to her and knelt by her side, taking her shoulder and shaking her gently.

“What happened? Are you alright...?”

[guidinggospel]

celestial-torrent‌:

Lucifer’s too generous, all too willing to help the Singularity that couldn’t help him.

A fleeting smile remained on her lips ever since followed him inside and watched him prepare a cup of coffee for her. She kept her gaze on him, too consumed by her thoughts to absorb and settle into her surroundings, too busy thinking of how to apologize instead of appreciating Lucifer’s home. Perhaps Instead of allowing him to just watch over her and her loved ones, shouldn’t she have reached out to him to convince him to journey alongside them?  Why leave him to protect the skies alone when they could have together?

Why couldn’t she have made it to protect him as he always protected them?

If her existence threatened the fate of the world alongside Vyrn and Lyria, could hers have inevitably led Lucifer to his fate? Was it her fate to not arrive in time?

Long before she could bury herself again in the endless thoughts of what ifs, the soft clink of a cup before her and Lucifer settling in his seat brought her back from the brink.

“You did say that it would be a joyous occasion,” Djeeta replied. “I’ve always wanted to talk to you, too, Lucifer.”

What did she want to know first? There were several things, but she decided to think on them as she took the cup before her, nursing it in her hands before taking a sip. It was a familiar taste. Bitter. Just like the building guilt that she began to fear she couldn’t hide. “Thank you for the coffee. The taste is…nostalgic.”

“Why are we here? Who brought us here?” The skyfarer asked after some time. “You also said that you couldn’t remember your time here…why is that?”

“Haha... I’m pleased to hear that the feeling is mutual, Singularity. Although I’m afraid I may not be able to offer much in the way of conversation.”

For as integral to the fate of the world as Djeeta was, she was still mortal, and still very young. She surely had other things on her mind than evolution, the balance of the tetra-elements, and all the like--everything that Lucifer and the primarchs had been privy too, knowledge that should never fall into mortal hands. Not even that of the Singularity.

He lifted the cup to his own lips, relishing the taste of the refreshing bitterness too. “Nostalgic” was certainly an accurate word for it all.

“Mm... Yes. It’s nostalgic for me as well. It brings to mind the first time I made a brew.”

That would be a conversation for another time. Djeeta wanted answers, and Lucifer would provide them, as promised.

“We are here because the forces that brought us here dictated that we would be so. The ones who did it... None of us know their true identities. Only that the being known as ‘Ofiuco’ is in close association with them. But...we do not know of her true origins either.”

So Lucifer had learned through hearsay. Though he had no remembrance of ever seeing such a being, the knowledge felt familiar.

“I do know that the city limits are finite. It is split into four wards: Golden, Fibonacci, Cotes, and Archimedes, which is the one we are currently in. You can stray from the city to find the Mistwood, Yesteryear, and the Swirling Gulf. Such areas are quite hazardous, or so I’ve heard.

“As for the cause of my lack of memory... I’m not certain. But I hear it is a phenomenon that happens occasionally--that outsiders who are brought here from other worlds may be sent back without warning, only to come back without any memory of this place. Such occasions are rare...but it seems I was struck with such a misfortune. Enough people have told me that I have been here for me to believe it to be truth, though I don’t remember it.”

“That is the extent of my knowledge of Spirale City. But if there’s anything I’ve neglected to mention, please let me know. And if there’s anything else you’d like to ask, please, go ahead.”

[guidinggospel]

hylocereusfruit‌:

Lucifer was being gentle in his actions, but Dragonfruit was still a little spooked by him. Its probably because of how tall the other was. Were humans normally that tall? Lucifer looked just like any normal human after all, so Dragonfruit had no idea he was anything more.

“O-oh, together?“ While Dragonfruit knew he would be okay helping harvest the plant he was more unsure about being too close to Lucifer. He would keep some distance while he very carefully picked any of the fruit that Lucifer was picking. Dragonfruit didn’t want to harm the plant too much in the picking after all.

“U-uh“ A nervous flutter of his wings, “I-in a way, yes.“ It would be hard to explain, and Dragonfruit didn’t know Lucifer enough to really want to. 

“T-tropical?“ However it was true that Dragonfruit also didn’t know much about what the fruit he came from was like. Other than clearly not being human shaped.

“Yes. Tropical regions, characterized by high temperatures and humidity. Do you not know of them? ...Perhaps they do not exist where you come from.”

Lucifer glanced back at the trembling boy, taking note of the way his wings seemed to shudder. “There’s no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” Far from it--Lucifer would be hard-pressed to want anything more to do with battle and bringing harm to other life. He paused at Dragonfruit’s answer, looking up from the berries he had already gathered.

“What do you  mean by ‘in a way?’ Do you bear some connection to the fruit?”

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radiantbolt‌:

@arbiterofdawn

Noa could have felt plenty of things after waking up besides a bottomless pit in the middle of a prison island. Fear, confusion, anger, sadness, and frustration. In fact he had felt those things, up until being escorted to his “assigned housing” and given an explanation for the kidnapping. Those all seemed to disappear and he settled with a lukewarm neutrality toward his new home and circumstances. That did leave one unsettling question, however: what did this mean in regards to his duty as a Primal Beast? Was he supposed to figure this out on his own, and was this part of their experiment? Interesting.

‘It seems I have answers to look for, huh? Well. If I’ve nothing better to do, then.’

Carrying on without any expectations was just how Noa the Shipwright worked; so that way, he didn’t run into any surprises.

That didn’t stop the wooden oar hitting the ground as he dropped it out of sheer shock and disbelief. Upon taking in the culture shock and new technologies of the island and settling with the fact that observing the territory was his first step to finding answers, he wasn’t expecting to pass by the back yard of a home inhabited by a strikingly familiar presence.

Even without his beautiful glistening wings, there was no mistaking the one crouched down, tending to a garden.

That was the former Supreme Primarch, Lucifer. In the flesh. Alive, and breathing.

He could only stare, fascinated and, dare he say it? A little horrified.

Lucifer was supposedly dead. Why was he here? How was he here?

The first indication that he was no longer alone was the sound of wood striking stone.

The second was the aura that had entered his periphery senses. One of another primal beast...though it didn’t seem to mean any harm. Lucifer slowly turned from the vegetables he had been tending to to face the newcomer.

A familiar face. This particular individual was tied intimately to the Singularity by fate, having even traveled with her father before the Singularity’s journey began. Lucifer stood and turned to face the other primal. 

“...Noa, the shipwright primal beast...correct?”

He didn’t even need to confirm it. Lucifer was acutely aware of all primal beasts that had come into existence since his own creation, and even more so those that had become tied with the Singularity’s fate.

“So you have arrived in this place as well. While I have known of you for quite some time, it is a pleasure to meet you in person. Although I must ask... What brings you to this garden?”