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@lucifer-the-fallen-star
"FATHER WHY ETERNAL TORMENT? IS IT NOT CRUEL? IS TORTURE UNENDING TRULY A FATE FIT FOR A FOOL?"
Welcome to my ultrakill rp blog!!
Here are some rules/info to start with:
Asks are open! I welcome all interaction from other users/rp blogs (ultrakill related or not)
What isn't welcome: blatant NSFW, transphobia, homophobia, racism, any similar bigotry
Flirting is okay, as long as you're not a minor
Shipping/selfshipping is okay
Info about Lucifer Prime (oc)
(she/they)
[With some snow sticking to her hair and skin, Lucy ascended the infernal den, approaching the layer of Fraud. What led her there was a single, ruffled up poster that somehow found its way into Treachery. It talked about a stage play and although she knew she must have missed it, the star of the show fired up her curiosity. Maybe she could find him?]
[She stepped inside the grandiose theatre and couldn't believe her eyes. Lucy's never seen it being so lively here. Despite nothing being played, it was filled with some sinners chatting, others cleaned up the stage, some of them she recognised. The show must have just ended, so perhaps who she was looking for was still backstage?]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
Backstage, Lucifer gently lay in what seems to be Hell Itselfs arms. Its eyes snap to you, hands stitching up deep gashes in Lucifers body seemingly without looking.
The fallen angels body is covered in gashes and blood, yet he has an almost satisfied look on his face as his head rests against Hells shoulder, having not noticed you yet.
Oh...!
[A gasp escapes Lucy, whether due to Hell staring at her or the state of your body she doesn't know. Something about this place seemed off but now it's more than obvious that this isn't the Inferno Lucy knows, neither is Hell Itself.]
[Either way, she feels the need to lower herself to the floor to avoid startling you or Hell, keeping some distance as well.]
Greetings, you two. I hope I'm not disturbing. Are you... okay?
[Her hand extends in a vague motion towards the wounds on your body, tail raising in curiosity and worry.]
Lucifer blinks open his 6 eyes, still in a daze from the performance.
“Oh.. hello! Y-yes I am fine, thank you!” He smiles weakly, lacking the proper energy (and blood) to think properly.
Blood coats most of his body. The most notable wound is the giant gash opening up to his ribs, crimson slowly pooling out of it as it slowly closes up. Stab wounds are meticulously placed in his joints and wings, yet its like the pain is a non-existent feeling to him.
His purple wings rest limply at his sides, gently twitching from time to time as his lover takes care of him.
“Did you.. uhm.. did you need something?” Lucifer tilts his head slightly further into Hells arm, eyes attempting to lock onto you.
[It was difficult not to get distracted by the sheer amount of blood and injuries inflicted upon you, though the longer Lucy inspected them the more they looked to be deliberate and, to much relief, not lethal. Your question brought her attention back to your face, which only confirmed how weakened and dazed you were.]
Ah, yes, I almost forgot. My name's Lucifer and I suppose I'd call myself a... former angel? When I saw you on that flyer... I never thought I'd see one of my kind down here.
[She chose her words carefully, unsure what to make of an injured angel-shaped person and literally Hell Itself before her, half starting to regret coming here but half wanting to satiate her curiosity.]
If I may ask... what's your name? I don't think I recognise you.
[She took the chance, hoping your name would ring any bells. It felt a little disheartening to not remember the name of her sibling, if that's who you were.]
Lucifer stares, confused, tilting his head slightly to the side as he tries to process this. Did this angel get named after him? Or maybe change their name to his?
“Ah.. we uhm.. we have the same name!” He smiles, barely forcing his eyes to stay open.
Hell looks equally, if not more, confused than its lover. Shes seen multiples of one person before, many V1’s have been running around after all, but this was new. Perhaps there are other timelines and they managed to merge? Xe wasnt entirely sure, but he shook that thought away and began treating the smaller cuts and gashes across its lovers body, being shockingly gentle for a creature made for violence.
“I think theres a few other fallen angels down here, uhm.. Ive met one I think, but theres probably others. I think.. I think theyre all on the upper layers, however.” Lucifer tries to recount the other fallen angels hes met, yet his mind goes blank.
"Hmm, I see, thank you... The upper layers are the most probable... though I could not find anyone myself... Ah, I do not mean to tire you any longer, but..."
[Lucy trailed off, her mind jumping from one thought to another before she realised the weight of your answer. Unable to contain herself, she leans forward on her hands, tilting her head at you, the pupil of her star-shaped "eye" shrinking in what seems like disbelief.]
"Wait- your name is... also Lucifer? But how could this be...?"
[The more she thought about it the weirder it seemed to her. Both your and Hell's appearance seemed oddly familiar, yet like nothing she's seen before. Lucy felt that when she first stepped into Fraud too, perhaps it was some sort of trick? How could there be two Lucifers?]
"Uhh, okay, okay. I'm getting ahead of myself, my apologies."
"I'm utterly grateful for your time. I would hate to bother you any longer when you're in this state..."
[She gives you a worried look, trying to contain the barrage of questions brewing behind it.]
[With some snow sticking to her hair and skin, Lucy ascended the infernal den, approaching the layer of Fraud. What led her there was a single, ruffled up poster that somehow found its way into Treachery. It talked about a stage play and although she knew she must have missed it, the star of the show fired up her curiosity. Maybe she could find him?]
[She stepped inside the grandiose theatre and couldn't believe her eyes. Lucy's never seen it being so lively here. Despite nothing being played, it was filled with some sinners chatting, others cleaned up the stage, some of them she recognised. The show must have just ended, so perhaps who she was looking for was still backstage?]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
Backstage, Lucifer gently lay in what seems to be Hell Itselfs arms. Its eyes snap to you, hands stitching up deep gashes in Lucifers body seemingly without looking.
The fallen angels body is covered in gashes and blood, yet he has an almost satisfied look on his face as his head rests against Hells shoulder, having not noticed you yet.
Oh...!
[A gasp escapes Lucy, whether due to Hell staring at her or the state of your body she doesn't know. Something about this place seemed off but now it's more than obvious that this isn't the Inferno Lucy knows, neither is Hell Itself.]
[Either way, she feels the need to lower herself to the floor to avoid startling you or Hell, keeping some distance as well.]
Greetings, you two. I hope I'm not disturbing. Are you... okay?
[Her hand extends in a vague motion towards the wounds on your body, tail raising in curiosity and worry.]
Lucifer blinks open his 6 eyes, still in a daze from the performance.
“Oh.. hello! Y-yes I am fine, thank you!” He smiles weakly, lacking the proper energy (and blood) to think properly.
Blood coats most of his body. The most notable wound is the giant gash opening up to his ribs, crimson slowly pooling out of it as it slowly closes up. Stab wounds are meticulously placed in his joints and wings, yet its like the pain is a non-existent feeling to him.
His purple wings rest limply at his sides, gently twitching from time to time as his lover takes care of him.
“Did you.. uhm.. did you need something?” Lucifer tilts his head slightly further into Hells arm, eyes attempting to lock onto you.
[It was difficult not to get distracted by the sheer amount of blood and injuries inflicted upon you, though the longer Lucy inspected them the more they looked to be deliberate and, to much relief, not lethal. Your question brought her attention back to your face, which only confirmed how weakened and dazed you were.]
Ah, yes, I almost forgot. My name's Lucifer and I suppose I'd call myself a... former angel? When I saw you on that flyer... I never thought I'd see one of my kind down here.
[She chose her words carefully, unsure what to make of an injured angel-shaped person and literally Hell Itself before her, half starting to regret coming here but half wanting to satiate her curiosity.]
If I may ask... what's your name? I don't think I recognise you.
[She took the chance, hoping your name would ring any bells. It felt a little disheartening to not remember the name of her sibling, if that's who you were.]
[With some snow sticking to her hair and skin, Lucy ascended the infernal den, approaching the layer of Fraud. What led her there was a single, ruffled up poster that somehow found its way into Treachery. It talked about a stage play and although she knew she must have missed it, the star of the show fired up her curiosity. Maybe she could find him?]
[She stepped inside the grandiose theatre and couldn't believe her eyes. Lucy's never seen it being so lively here. Despite nothing being played, it was filled with some sinners chatting, others cleaned up the stage, some of them she recognised. The show must have just ended, so perhaps who she was looking for was still backstage?]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
Backstage, Lucifer gently lay in what seems to be Hell Itselfs arms. Its eyes snap to you, hands stitching up deep gashes in Lucifers body seemingly without looking.
The fallen angels body is covered in gashes and blood, yet he has an almost satisfied look on his face as his head rests against Hells shoulder, having not noticed you yet.
Oh...!
[A gasp escapes Lucy, whether due to Hell staring at her or the state of your body she doesn't know. Something about this place seemed off but now it's more than obvious that this isn't the Inferno Lucy knows, neither is Hell Itself.]
[Either way, she feels the need to lower herself to the floor to avoid startling you or Hell, keeping some distance as well.]
Greetings, you two. I hope I'm not disturbing. Are you... okay?
[Her hand extends in a vague motion towards the wounds on your body, tail raising in curiosity and worry.]
yet another lucy. its turning into daily lucy drawings so ig
daily lucy drawing day 3
each time her colors are different and I fw that
im sure my alcohol markers will die soon, oh well
"thank you lucy for giving us live" we (i) all say in unison
this time I didn't forget her tail waow
Lucifer my love.......
Ive been absolutely tweaking when it comes to lore expansion of Lucifer after fraud oh my goddddddd eughhh... (completely ignore that in my version shes gods light not gods kindness, its whatever.... whatever..... she predates fraud its okay... sobs)
Also Gabriel from @szopiszinkej design!! shame I didn't add the wings on the head eugh.....
and this.... this thing... also
nuta na dzisiaj z albumu "zostaw po sobie dobre wrażenie" zespół sztylety polecam ❤️
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《◇》 Uuh... I think we don't have that many friends in here I guess. If we forgot anyone, you're free to answer as well!
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Welcome back!!:3
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
I've seen these lonely deaths be died
I'm no stranger to the sight
It doesn't even move me
I'm the type to keep it pushing
I wouldn't be here if I wasn't
(lucy art for @maxwelltheraccoon :3333)
[In Limbo, waiting for her father to return from his hellish duties, Sonnet was sat by a fountain. It was surprisingly peaceful, compared to other layers in any case. After all, most husks here were quite mellow.]
[It's probably been the longest she's waited for him ever. Usually, she was forbidden to wander too far off, as it was "too dangerous further in Hell".]
[This time, curiosity got the better of her. The constantly looping music and artificial bird chirps did a perfect job of dulling her mind. A change of surroundings was in order.]
[Strolling through the gardens, it all felt the same. Same fake grass, trees, flowers, same blue screens imitating the sky, at this point she memorised each nook and cranny of the copy-paste roman pillars.]
[It was boring, to say the least. Until a building showed itself at the end of the stone path. There didn't seem to be any sinners or machines around. Weird. But not weird enough to repel her.]
[Pushing the door, Sonnet found herself inside a grand library with multiple floors, far bigger than how it seemed from the outside. It was as silent as the deep sea. The dust has risen up from its eternal sleep, now shimmering from the sun peeking in through the glass ceiling.]
[The atmosphere felt tranquil, but with a hint of something forbidden. It lured her in, taking a step, then another and another, farther inside. Not a single living soul around.]
[Amongst bookshelfs she got lost, almost like in a maze. The entrance was nowhere to be seen. Only then did Sonnet realise that she shouldn't have gone here.]
[A cold shiver ran down her spine as fear clawed its way to her. With a quick spin, she looked behind her. Nothing. What was that noise? Her head snapped to the left, then right, chasing ghosts.]
[It was only when she looked up to the second floor that she saw something. Someone. As dark as the night, yet shining like a galaxy - the figure loomed over her shivering form with surprising peace. Their singular eye fixated on her.]
[The person seemed familiar. A strange sense of déjà vu overcame her. Sonnet could have sworn she saw this... angel-like creature before but... she couldn't tell where.]
[What snapped her out of her thoughts was their voice, the sound seemingly just as familiar.]
Greetings, little angel. Could it be that you lost your way to Heaven?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
*Sonnet, bored of waiting and missing her father something horrible, wandered into the building*
*she... she shouldn't be here.. oh dear. Gabriel was going to throw a fit later.*
*when she stumbled upon this eerie figure, she froze. Oh. This... this was wrong. She really shouldn't have wandered in here.*
"Who... who are you?" *she asks. She felt as if she already knew them, though.*
*and despite her brain yelling at her to run, she holds her ground, wings slightly flared. The blue and purple hues looked so, so similar to Gabriel's.*
[The wings on Lucifer's head fluttered. They realised quickly that Sonnet did not remember their previous meeting. Maybe it's for the better.]
Ah, where are my manners? I am yet another sinner in Hell.
I did not know angels partook in such profane behaviour as reading human books... Though I suppose curiosity is both a virtue and a flaw in your ranks.
Which one is it for you?
[Inquisitive tone paired with them looming over the angel, circling around her like prey, sent off mixed signals, their intentions unknown.]
"Yes, quite a few of us read.. but many of them contain songs and poems that praise Him"
*her wings tense up as they circle her. Its obvious that Sonnet feels threatened. Good grace, where could her father be when she needed him?*
"Why would curiosity be a flaw? Is to wonder to sin, as long as it does not harm one's self or others?"
*her words echo off of the library walls, waiting for an answer.*
[A wry laugh fills the spacious library, Lucifer's steps halting.]
You might have chosen the worst person for this question, angel.
[They lean forwards with arms hanging off the railings, absent-mindedly fidgeting with their sharp claws.]
Then, you tell me - is it a sin? I suppose it depends on your definition of curiosity. If it means wishing to learn what is unknown, then no.
Though I highly doubt this is the standard by which souls are judged.
Curiosity is a flaw because it seeks beyond the black-and-white of The Father's word, does it not?
"While curiosity can be a sin in some cases, it could also mean that a person wants to learn about the Lord's world and His way, which is what it means to me."
*her words are firm. Was this sinner trying to make her stray from her path? The wings on her head flick and flutter in thought.*
One seeks the path of light, innocent and pure in their pursuit. Is it a sin to be blinded by this noble endeavour? Does one sin as they try to tell apart right from wrong - with God in their heart, mind and soul - and still failing?
[Something darker, more defying seeps into their words. When Lucifer looks down at Sonnet, their wings flare out in an almost proud display. Challenging.]
*she's quiet for a moment, her own wings puffing out, the large feathers nearly knocking books off of shelves. But her wings probably weren't as big as Lucifers.*
"Why do you question His Way so much?"
*her voice is a poor attempt at sounding fierce. Sonnet, honey. You were made to fight, not to intimidate.*
[A scoff escapes the fallen angel, now standing upright, tail flicking in mild displeasure.]
Because I'm curious. I wish to know where I went wrong, where the fault lies. I question His Way because I want to know the exact moment when I strayed from it. I wish to know if it was my way that was flawed, or His.
How can anyone repent for their sins if searching for the right way on their own is seen as sinful? What do they do when no saint is enlightened enough to guide them? Answer them?
Unless sinners are in Hell not to repent but to suffer. Suffer without a reason. Without a goal.
[After a particularly unpleasant scuffle with a Swordsmachine, V2 was sat in her hideout in Limbo, slowly repairing the damage. Outside the door, she's heard some noises a few times, similar to footsteps, though different from a Filth's or Stray's. Nothing to worry about.]
[Almost done with fixing her elbow joint, a metallic clank resounded just outside the room, along with hurried footsteps.]
[She decided to check it out. After all, what else did she have to do?]
[Upon opening the door, there was a pile of mechanical spare parts on the floor. Nothing else. V2's optic flicked around to find the person behind this... "gift".]
[And there they were, hiding behind the curve of the stairs leading down. With their head peeking out from the railings, Lucifer stared as V2 stared back in silence.]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
V2 leans her upper body to one side, putting one hand on her hip, and squints her optic lens.
"Angel..?"
She does not yet take the parts.
[Their wings fluff up, as though startled.]
Ah, greetings! Hello, V2! I, uh... I did not mean to bother you, I just uhm.....
I see that your arm is all better now! Great news indeed! I hope you are as well.
You see, I was just passing by when I saw you fight, I must say it was very impressive... Where did you learn that? If I may ask, of course.
[Lucifer acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, awkwardly leaning by the staircase.]
"Battle was my purpose, for a time. Humanity created me for battle."
She un-squints her lens and places the tip of her fingers on her chest, her elbow sticking out. She arches her back, and the pose takes on a dramatic flair.
"I sought a purpose unto myself, one far greater than the engineers of mortals. But the skill remains."
She relaxes into a new, more casually seductive pose.
"My purpose is myself. I seek the simple pleasures of life. Drama, hobbies, fashion, flirtation, narcissism: they all serve as a means to my end~"
She suddenly drops her pose entirely, fully widens her optic, and looks directly into your eyes intimidatingly. This would cause any meek being to freeze and cower in fear, but one confident enough could stay relaxed and meet her gaze.
"And my greatest, most favorite pleasure is killing."
She breaks eye contact and relaxes again, regaining her more confident pose. She begins spinning a red revolver on her finger as a kind of stim.
"What do you seek from me, heavenly being~?"
Her voice is somehow flirtatious despite its robotic nature, and she makes a gesture like blowing a kiss, but it's jarring, and unclear how genuine it is after the sudden emotional shift.
@literallyv2
Oh, I see...
[Lucifer leaned in to listen with great interest, tail swaying curiously. They liked talkative people, especially when V2 explained the thoughts on her own purpose.]
Killing for machines is a necessity, yet you... derive pleasure from it. Hmm..
[Upon the question, they snapped out of their thoughts, head perking up. The threatening display flying over their head, given the topic at hand.]
I suppose company is the only thing, other than peace, that I am in search of at all times. Old habits die hard, it seems...
How did you gain such a distinctive feeling of freedom? Could it have been by denying or accepting the purpose your creators gave you?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
"Then company is what you have gained, angel," V2 responds, bending over and carefully gathering the parts into a pile so she can scoop them into a container later.
"There is no freedom here," she answers, standing back up and taking another flirtatious pose. "Especially not for a machine on a timer. I make my own freedom by acting however I wish without care for the consequences. After all, we're all going to die soon, won't we? So why not live a little? Except for you, angel of Heaven. If a luscious being such as me keeps you company, won't you give me some of your precious blood~?"
[Seeing their gift being accepted, their eye takes on a happy shape. Though more relaxed, they stay downstairs. Something playful started to surface in their demeanour.]
I cannot hide my envy for such a way of thinking. Perhaps it'd be easier for me to stop worrying if my life was not so certain...
If my gratitude for your insightful thoughts can be conveyed by spilling blood, then let us make it fun as well. Come get it yourself, if you can!
[With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Lucifer dashed for the door leading back to Limbo, not giving V2 a choice.]
"Oh? A chase?" She pauses. "Sure, why not."
You hear the sounds of a small repetitive alarm, then a large explosion and something moving fast behind you. V2 is sliding through the halls of Limbo right behind you, brandishing a green shotgun. She whips out her hand, palm upwards, and some green thing attached to a rope launches from it, aimed directly at you.
[Lucifer almost regrets their decision, remembering the large arsenal V models possess. However, that worry quickly vanishes when the adrenaline hits and all their muscles strain to avoid being hit. Missing by mere millimeters, the whiplash hits a pillar and recoils. With V2 rapidly closing the distance, Lucifer spreads out their wings, taking off and getting on top of an elevated structure. Still in V2's range of fire, though at least out of arm's reach.]
V2 watches silently, looking directly up at you as you ascend to a higher point. She pulls out the Sharpshooter, spinning it as she slides, then she fires upward with a flick of her wrist, causing a dangerous laser to bounce all around the walls, aimed directly at you at least three times.
When you look where she was again, she is jumping off the wall towards where you sit.
[In the middle of another fly-assisted jump, the laser pierces through Lucifer’s wing twice, the third time scraping against their arm. A few drops of blood manage to fall on V2's frame.]
[Unfortunate. They end up faltering, just barely catching onto a stone ledge and not crashing down entirely.]
[Dangling from the edge, the fallen angel makes a quick swing, enough to leap away from the bloodthirsty machine.]
[They tumble on the grass, momentarily looking back to see V2 preparing her next move.]
[Pain shoots up their now limp wing, though it's overpowered by the thrill and their own heartbeat thrumming against their skull.]
Unfortunately, drops of blood simply landing on her isn't enough. It must be fully consumed. She doesn't wipe it off, though. Something primally evil and sadistic inside her loves the feeling of blood on her metallic exoskeleton.
She SLAMS into the ground right where you landed and would've been if you hadn't tumbled out of the way at the last second, then launches the whiplash again where you will be if you try to run; simultaneously pumping her green shotgun as she walks you down. Her expression is unreadable.
[Torn between dashing off and most likely getting caught by the whiplash, or freezing in place and getting blown away by that shotgun, Lucifer launches head-on at V2 with as much strength as they can, in a last ditch effort.]
[To their utter surprise, prying V2's arms away from a point-blank shot is nigh on impossible. Her joints locked in place move just slightly, gun fired at Lucifer’s side.]
[Dizzy with pain and strain, Lucy can only recoil with a laboured groan, wings coming to curl up around them.]
V2 puts away her gun, forcing apart your wings easily and pushing you to the ground. Not only can her joints indeed lock, but she is the most powerful V model in terms of strength by far. She lands on top of you, pinning you down, the knuckleblaster right next to your head pointed directly into your temple. It smokes with finality. If you make any movements V2 doesn't like, your head gets blown off. And machines, (especially those of war,) have VERY fast reflexes. Her face hovers just above yours, and she emanates a cold confidence.
[When they get back to their senses, Lucifer can't help but twitch away from the scalding-hot metal from a recently fired barrel. Finding themselves unable to move, they're crushed by the sheer strength this machine possess. It's something Lucy have yet to had the time to get used to.]
[Heaving with shaky breaths, Lucifer glares right into the yellow light of V2's optic. It's anything but warm. Both the silence and the tight space between them feels not only oppressing, but also provoking. It was as though Lucifer was saying "Do it. I dare you." with their unyielding, stern gaze.]
[It's been long enough for the initial thrill to die down. Every muscle and wound burns, but what's worse is the dawning realisation that makes Lucifer's breath stop. Their fate was in metallic hands. In the brief moment that they close their eye, bracing for a shot, they feel something strange... fleeting... slipping through their fingers was an ounce of relief. Odd peace. In this simple moment there were no other worries, no choices to be made, no regrets. It's either death or not. Nothing more. Nothing less.]
V2 releases a bunch of steam from various vents on her torso and limbs, as if untensing her body. Her strength still doesn't let up in the slightest, however. She doesn't fire the Knuckleblaster, but also doesn't move it from its spot. She could still kill you at any moment.
"Oh? What's that glare for? Was this not in good fun~?"
V2 reaches her right hand, (which is no longer holding a weapon,) up to your cheek, and she softly brushes it with the back of her finger.
"You remember the rules of the game, right hon~?" She asks sweetly, clearly relishing in the power she holds over you.
"G̴̘̐I̸̋͜V̸̖͛E̶͚͛ ̴͔̃M̶̜͗Ẹ̷̉ ̸̲̂Y̸̪͘Ȯ̸̩Ṳ̵͐R̸̞̿ ̶̞̒B̸̤̏L̵͚̄Ǫ̷̛Ò̵̤D̴̬͋"
She leans even closer to you, until your faces are inches apart. Then turns around the hand that was caressing your cheek, and presses her sharp pointer finger into your face, causing a small, shallow puncture wound. She drags it down, creating a long, narrow slice that pours blood onto V2's hands.
[Lucifer could almost be seen leaning in before-]
Right, of course-!
[A gasp breaks its way out at the sharp sting of parting skin, the feeling somewhat grounding Lucifer back to reality.]
...you're such a feisty little beast, Vee.
[They mutter under their breath, though it does little to hide just how much they've enjoyed the whole chase and ...this... between the two of them.]
[With a soft gesture, V2's hand gets dragged down with one of theirs. Craning their head, Lucy looks at her with a smiling eye, almost cheeky.]
Go on, take more. You've earned it.
[The fallen angel is surprisingly fine with the whole ordeal. It's not just the strength that left their body that's making them so docile.]
V2's arm doesn't move, as you find yourself pushing on a force akin to a brick wall.
"No, hon~" She says sweetly, threateningly bringing the bulky Knuckleblaster closer to your head, and gently yet firmly moving your hand back down to your side with her other arm. You are so easily overpowered by her. "I'm going to take as much as I like from wherever I like, and you're not going to interfere~"
She giggles as she traces the line from before, painfully deepening the cut.
"I was only going slowly and shallowly to savor every moment~"
She traces the same cut a third time, blood now practically pouring off your face, onto her hand, and onto the wings on the side of your head. She delicately, affectionately rubs your cheek, smearing the blood.
"I saw you were about to lean in earlier, darling. What were you expecting~?"
She places a sharp finger on the front of your neck right next to your larynx, but doesn't cut yet. She is just resting the point directly on it. It's heavy.
[It was futile trying to move any more, Lucifer's arm just falling limp to their side, their body powerless in this state. It's not like they hadn't seen it coming or hadn't agreed to it. Lucifer certainly wasn't complaining.]
[The deepened wound bled profusely, their wings twitching at first. Dizziness started making a comeback.]
Ah, what a shame-...
[Without the additional support, Lucifer’s head rested on its side, against the artifical grass, their whole wing getting painted with red. Like V2's plating, they thought, red wasn't such a bad colour.]
[Sometime after their improvised landing, Lucifer kept drifting off, zoning out, unable to focus, like they weren't in a life-threatening situation. They've must have hit their head too hard. Surely.]
[It was the pressure on their throat that brought them back to the present. Stifling a cough, both their eye and wings fluttered, not only from her touch but also her question. Their wings unfolded slightly in an attempt to hide their face.]
Huh-? I did..? I- I did not. My head just feels so heavy...
[After a particularly unpleasant scuffle with a Swordsmachine, V2 was sat in her hideout in Limbo, slowly repairing the damage. Outside the door, she's heard some noises a few times, similar to footsteps, though different from a Filth's or Stray's. Nothing to worry about.]
[Almost done with fixing her elbow joint, a metallic clank resounded just outside the room, along with hurried footsteps.]
[She decided to check it out. After all, what else did she have to do?]
[Upon opening the door, there was a pile of mechanical spare parts on the floor. Nothing else. V2's optic flicked around to find the person behind this... "gift".]
[And there they were, hiding behind the curve of the stairs leading down. With their head peeking out from the railings, Lucifer stared as V2 stared back in silence.]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
V2 leans her upper body to one side, putting one hand on her hip, and squints her optic lens.
"Angel..?"
She does not yet take the parts.
[Their wings fluff up, as though startled.]
Ah, greetings! Hello, V2! I, uh... I did not mean to bother you, I just uhm.....
I see that your arm is all better now! Great news indeed! I hope you are as well.
You see, I was just passing by when I saw you fight, I must say it was very impressive... Where did you learn that? If I may ask, of course.
[Lucifer acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, awkwardly leaning by the staircase.]
"Battle was my purpose, for a time. Humanity created me for battle."
She un-squints her lens and places the tip of her fingers on her chest, her elbow sticking out. She arches her back, and the pose takes on a dramatic flair.
"I sought a purpose unto myself, one far greater than the engineers of mortals. But the skill remains."
She relaxes into a new, more casually seductive pose.
"My purpose is myself. I seek the simple pleasures of life. Drama, hobbies, fashion, flirtation, narcissism: they all serve as a means to my end~"
She suddenly drops her pose entirely, fully widens her optic, and looks directly into your eyes intimidatingly. This would cause any meek being to freeze and cower in fear, but one confident enough could stay relaxed and meet her gaze.
"And my greatest, most favorite pleasure is killing."
She breaks eye contact and relaxes again, regaining her more confident pose. She begins spinning a red revolver on her finger as a kind of stim.
"What do you seek from me, heavenly being~?"
Her voice is somehow flirtatious despite its robotic nature, and she makes a gesture like blowing a kiss, but it's jarring, and unclear how genuine it is after the sudden emotional shift.
@literallyv2
Oh, I see...
[Lucifer leaned in to listen with great interest, tail swaying curiously. They liked talkative people, especially when V2 explained the thoughts on her own purpose.]
Killing for machines is a necessity, yet you... derive pleasure from it. Hmm..
[Upon the question, they snapped out of their thoughts, head perking up. The threatening display flying over their head, given the topic at hand.]
I suppose company is the only thing, other than peace, that I am in search of at all times. Old habits die hard, it seems...
How did you gain such a distinctive feeling of freedom? Could it have been by denying or accepting the purpose your creators gave you?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
"Then company is what you have gained, angel," V2 responds, bending over and carefully gathering the parts into a pile so she can scoop them into a container later.
"There is no freedom here," she answers, standing back up and taking another flirtatious pose. "Especially not for a machine on a timer. I make my own freedom by acting however I wish without care for the consequences. After all, we're all going to die soon, won't we? So why not live a little? Except for you, angel of Heaven. If a luscious being such as me keeps you company, won't you give me some of your precious blood~?"
[Seeing their gift being accepted, their eye takes on a happy shape. Though more relaxed, they stay downstairs. Something playful started to surface in their demeanour.]
I cannot hide my envy for such a way of thinking. Perhaps it'd be easier for me to stop worrying if my life was not so certain...
If my gratitude for your insightful thoughts can be conveyed by spilling blood, then let us make it fun as well. Come get it yourself, if you can!
[With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Lucifer dashed for the door leading back to Limbo, not giving V2 a choice.]
"Oh? A chase?" She pauses. "Sure, why not."
You hear the sounds of a small repetitive alarm, then a large explosion and something moving fast behind you. V2 is sliding through the halls of Limbo right behind you, brandishing a green shotgun. She whips out her hand, palm upwards, and some green thing attached to a rope launches from it, aimed directly at you.
[Lucifer almost regrets their decision, remembering the large arsenal V models possess. However, that worry quickly vanishes when the adrenaline hits and all their muscles strain to avoid being hit. Missing by mere millimeters, the whiplash hits a pillar and recoils. With V2 rapidly closing the distance, Lucifer spreads out their wings, taking off and getting on top of an elevated structure. Still in V2's range of fire, though at least out of arm's reach.]
V2 watches silently, looking directly up at you as you ascend to a higher point. She pulls out the Sharpshooter, spinning it as she slides, then she fires upward with a flick of her wrist, causing a dangerous laser to bounce all around the walls, aimed directly at you at least three times.
When you look where she was again, she is jumping off the wall towards where you sit.
[In the middle of another fly-assisted jump, the laser pierces through Lucifer’s wing twice, the third time scraping against their arm. A few drops of blood manage to fall on V2's frame.]
[Unfortunate. They end up faltering, just barely catching onto a stone ledge and not crashing down entirely.]
[Dangling from the edge, the fallen angel makes a quick swing, enough to leap away from the bloodthirsty machine.]
[They tumble on the grass, momentarily looking back to see V2 preparing her next move.]
[Pain shoots up their now limp wing, though it's overpowered by the thrill and their own heartbeat thrumming against their skull.]
Unfortunately, drops of blood simply landing on her isn't enough. It must be fully consumed. She doesn't wipe it off, though. Something primally evil and sadistic inside her loves the feeling of blood on her metallic exoskeleton.
She SLAMS into the ground right where you landed and would've been if you hadn't tumbled out of the way at the last second, then launches the whiplash again where you will be if you try to run; simultaneously pumping her green shotgun as she walks you down. Her expression is unreadable.
[Torn between dashing off and most likely getting caught by the whiplash, or freezing in place and getting blown away by that shotgun, Lucifer launches head-on at V2 with as much strength as they can, in a last ditch effort.]
[To their utter surprise, prying V2's arms away from a point-blank shot is nigh on impossible. Her joints locked in place move just slightly, gun fired at Lucifer’s side.]
[Dizzy with pain and strain, Lucy can only recoil with a laboured groan, wings coming to curl up around them.]
V2 puts away her gun, forcing apart your wings easily and pushing you to the ground. Not only can her joints indeed lock, but she is the most powerful V model in terms of strength by far. She lands on top of you, pinning you down, the knuckleblaster right next to your head pointed directly into your temple. It smokes with finality. If you make any movements V2 doesn't like, your head gets blown off. And machines, (especially those of war,) have VERY fast reflexes. Her face hovers just above yours, and she emanates a cold confidence.
[When they get back to their senses, Lucifer can't help but twitch away from the scalding-hot metal from a recently fired barrel. Finding themselves unable to move, they're crushed by the sheer strength this machine possess. It's something Lucy have yet to had the time to get used to.]
[Heaving with shaky breaths, Lucifer glares right into the yellow light of V2's optic. It's anything but warm. Both the silence and the tight space between them feels not only oppressing, but also provoking. It was as though Lucifer was saying "Do it. I dare you." with their unyielding, stern gaze.]
[It's been long enough for the initial thrill to die down. Every muscle and wound burns, but what's worse is the dawning realisation that makes Lucifer's breath stop. Their fate was in metallic hands. In the brief moment that they close their eye, bracing for a shot, they feel something strange... fleeting... slipping through their fingers was an ounce of relief. Odd peace. In this simple moment there were no other worries, no choices to be made, no regrets. It's either death or not. Nothing more. Nothing less.]
V2 releases a bunch of steam from various vents on her torso and limbs, as if untensing her body. Her strength still doesn't let up in the slightest, however. She doesn't fire the Knuckleblaster, but also doesn't move it from its spot. She could still kill you at any moment.
"Oh? What's that glare for? Was this not in good fun~?"
V2 reaches her right hand, (which is no longer holding a weapon,) up to your cheek, and she softly brushes it with the back of her finger.
"You remember the rules of the game, right hon~?" She asks sweetly, clearly relishing in the power she holds over you.
"G̴̘̐I̸̋͜V̸̖͛E̶͚͛ ̴͔̃M̶̜͗Ẹ̷̉ ̸̲̂Y̸̪͘Ȯ̸̩Ṳ̵͐R̸̞̿ ̶̞̒B̸̤̏L̵͚̄Ǫ̷̛Ò̵̤D̴̬͋"
She leans even closer to you, until your faces are inches apart. Then turns around the hand that was caressing your cheek, and presses her sharp pointer finger into your face, causing a small, shallow puncture wound. She drags it down, creating a long, narrow slice that pours blood onto V2's hands.
[Lucifer could almost be seen leaning in before-]
Right, of course-!
[A gasp breaks its way out at the sharp sting of parting skin, the feeling somewhat grounding Lucifer back to reality.]
...you're such a feisty little beast, Vee.
[They mutter under their breath, though it does little to hide just how much they've enjoyed the whole chase and ...this... between the two of them.]
[With a soft gesture, V2's hand gets dragged down with one of theirs. Craning their head, Lucy looks at her with a smiling eye, almost cheeky.]
Go on, take more. You've earned it.
[The fallen angel is surprisingly fine with the whole ordeal. It's not just the strength that left their body that's making them so docile.]
[In Limbo, waiting for her father to return from his hellish duties, Sonnet was sat by a fountain. It was surprisingly peaceful, compared to other layers in any case. After all, most husks here were quite mellow.]
[It's probably been the longest she's waited for him ever. Usually, she was forbidden to wander too far off, as it was "too dangerous further in Hell".]
[This time, curiosity got the better of her. The constantly looping music and artificial bird chirps did a perfect job of dulling her mind. A change of surroundings was in order.]
[Strolling through the gardens, it all felt the same. Same fake grass, trees, flowers, same blue screens imitating the sky, at this point she memorised each nook and cranny of the copy-paste roman pillars.]
[It was boring, to say the least. Until a building showed itself at the end of the stone path. There didn't seem to be any sinners or machines around. Weird. But not weird enough to repel her.]
[Pushing the door, Sonnet found herself inside a grand library with multiple floors, far bigger than how it seemed from the outside. It was as silent as the deep sea. The dust has risen up from its eternal sleep, now shimmering from the sun peeking in through the glass ceiling.]
[The atmosphere felt tranquil, but with a hint of something forbidden. It lured her in, taking a step, then another and another, farther inside. Not a single living soul around.]
[Amongst bookshelfs she got lost, almost like in a maze. The entrance was nowhere to be seen. Only then did Sonnet realise that she shouldn't have gone here.]
[A cold shiver ran down her spine as fear clawed its way to her. With a quick spin, she looked behind her. Nothing. What was that noise? Her head snapped to the left, then right, chasing ghosts.]
[It was only when she looked up to the second floor that she saw something. Someone. As dark as the night, yet shining like a galaxy - the figure loomed over her shivering form with surprising peace. Their singular eye fixated on her.]
[The person seemed familiar. A strange sense of déjà vu overcame her. Sonnet could have sworn she saw this... angel-like creature before but... she couldn't tell where.]
[What snapped her out of her thoughts was their voice, the sound seemingly just as familiar.]
Greetings, little angel. Could it be that you lost your way to Heaven?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
*Sonnet, bored of waiting and missing her father something horrible, wandered into the building*
*she... she shouldn't be here.. oh dear. Gabriel was going to throw a fit later.*
*when she stumbled upon this eerie figure, she froze. Oh. This... this was wrong. She really shouldn't have wandered in here.*
"Who... who are you?" *she asks. She felt as if she already knew them, though.*
*and despite her brain yelling at her to run, she holds her ground, wings slightly flared. The blue and purple hues looked so, so similar to Gabriel's.*
[The wings on Lucifer's head fluttered. They realised quickly that Sonnet did not remember their previous meeting. Maybe it's for the better.]
Ah, where are my manners? I am yet another sinner in Hell.
I did not know angels partook in such profane behaviour as reading human books... Though I suppose curiosity is both a virtue and a flaw in your ranks.
Which one is it for you?
[Inquisitive tone paired with them looming over the angel, circling around her like prey, sent off mixed signals, their intentions unknown.]
"Yes, quite a few of us read.. but many of them contain songs and poems that praise Him"
*her wings tense up as they circle her. Its obvious that Sonnet feels threatened. Good grace, where could her father be when she needed him?*
"Why would curiosity be a flaw? Is to wonder to sin, as long as it does not harm one's self or others?"
*her words echo off of the library walls, waiting for an answer.*
[A wry laugh fills the spacious library, Lucifer's steps halting.]
You might have chosen the worst person for this question, angel.
[They lean forwards with arms hanging off the railings, absent-mindedly fidgeting with their sharp claws.]
Then, you tell me - is it a sin? I suppose it depends on your definition of curiosity. If it means wishing to learn what is unknown, then no.
Though I highly doubt this is the standard by which souls are judged.
Curiosity is a flaw because it seeks beyond the black-and-white of The Father's word, does it not?
"While curiosity can be a sin in some cases, it could also mean that a person wants to learn about the Lord's world and His way, which is what it means to me."
*her words are firm. Was this sinner trying to make her stray from her path? The wings on her head flick and flutter in thought.*
One seeks the path of light, innocent and pure in their pursuit. Is it a sin to be blinded by this noble endeavour? Does one sin as they try to tell apart right from wrong - with God in their heart, mind and soul - and still failing?
[Something darker, more defying seeps into their words. When Lucifer looks down at Sonnet, their wings flare out in an almost proud display. Challenging.]
[After a particularly unpleasant scuffle with a Swordsmachine, V2 was sat in her hideout in Limbo, slowly repairing the damage. Outside the door, she's heard some noises a few times, similar to footsteps, though different from a Filth's or Stray's. Nothing to worry about.]
[Almost done with fixing her elbow joint, a metallic clank resounded just outside the room, along with hurried footsteps.]
[She decided to check it out. After all, what else did she have to do?]
[Upon opening the door, there was a pile of mechanical spare parts on the floor. Nothing else. V2's optic flicked around to find the person behind this... "gift".]
[And there they were, hiding behind the curve of the stairs leading down. With their head peeking out from the railings, Lucifer stared as V2 stared back in silence.]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
V2 leans her upper body to one side, putting one hand on her hip, and squints her optic lens.
"Angel..?"
She does not yet take the parts.
[Their wings fluff up, as though startled.]
Ah, greetings! Hello, V2! I, uh... I did not mean to bother you, I just uhm.....
I see that your arm is all better now! Great news indeed! I hope you are as well.
You see, I was just passing by when I saw you fight, I must say it was very impressive... Where did you learn that? If I may ask, of course.
[Lucifer acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, awkwardly leaning by the staircase.]
"Battle was my purpose, for a time. Humanity created me for battle."
She un-squints her lens and places the tip of her fingers on her chest, her elbow sticking out. She arches her back, and the pose takes on a dramatic flair.
"I sought a purpose unto myself, one far greater than the engineers of mortals. But the skill remains."
She relaxes into a new, more casually seductive pose.
"My purpose is myself. I seek the simple pleasures of life. Drama, hobbies, fashion, flirtation, narcissism: they all serve as a means to my end~"
She suddenly drops her pose entirely, fully widens her optic, and looks directly into your eyes intimidatingly. This would cause any meek being to freeze and cower in fear, but one confident enough could stay relaxed and meet her gaze.
"And my greatest, most favorite pleasure is killing."
She breaks eye contact and relaxes again, regaining her more confident pose. She begins spinning a red revolver on her finger as a kind of stim.
"What do you seek from me, heavenly being~?"
Her voice is somehow flirtatious despite its robotic nature, and she makes a gesture like blowing a kiss, but it's jarring, and unclear how genuine it is after the sudden emotional shift.
@literallyv2
Oh, I see...
[Lucifer leaned in to listen with great interest, tail swaying curiously. They liked talkative people, especially when V2 explained the thoughts on her own purpose.]
Killing for machines is a necessity, yet you... derive pleasure from it. Hmm..
[Upon the question, they snapped out of their thoughts, head perking up. The threatening display flying over their head, given the topic at hand.]
I suppose company is the only thing, other than peace, that I am in search of at all times. Old habits die hard, it seems...
How did you gain such a distinctive feeling of freedom? Could it have been by denying or accepting the purpose your creators gave you?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
"Then company is what you have gained, angel," V2 responds, bending over and carefully gathering the parts into a pile so she can scoop them into a container later.
"There is no freedom here," she answers, standing back up and taking another flirtatious pose. "Especially not for a machine on a timer. I make my own freedom by acting however I wish without care for the consequences. After all, we're all going to die soon, won't we? So why not live a little? Except for you, angel of Heaven. If a luscious being such as me keeps you company, won't you give me some of your precious blood~?"
[Seeing their gift being accepted, their eye takes on a happy shape. Though more relaxed, they stay downstairs. Something playful started to surface in their demeanour.]
I cannot hide my envy for such a way of thinking. Perhaps it'd be easier for me to stop worrying if my life was not so certain...
If my gratitude for your insightful thoughts can be conveyed by spilling blood, then let us make it fun as well. Come get it yourself, if you can!
[With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Lucifer dashed for the door leading back to Limbo, not giving V2 a choice.]
"Oh? A chase?" She pauses. "Sure, why not."
You hear the sounds of a small repetitive alarm, then a large explosion and something moving fast behind you. V2 is sliding through the halls of Limbo right behind you, brandishing a green shotgun. She whips out her hand, palm upwards, and some green thing attached to a rope launches from it, aimed directly at you.
[Lucifer almost regrets their decision, remembering the large arsenal V models possess. However, that worry quickly vanishes when the adrenaline hits and all their muscles strain to avoid being hit. Missing by mere millimeters, the whiplash hits a pillar and recoils. With V2 rapidly closing the distance, Lucifer spreads out their wings, taking off and getting on top of an elevated structure. Still in V2's range of fire, though at least out of arm's reach.]
V2 watches silently, looking directly up at you as you ascend to a higher point. She pulls out the Sharpshooter, spinning it as she slides, then she fires upward with a flick of her wrist, causing a dangerous laser to bounce all around the walls, aimed directly at you at least three times.
When you look where she was again, she is jumping off the wall towards where you sit.
[In the middle of another fly-assisted jump, the laser pierces through Lucifer’s wing twice, the third time scraping against their arm. A few drops of blood manage to fall on V2's frame.]
[Unfortunate. They end up faltering, just barely catching onto a stone ledge and not crashing down entirely.]
[Dangling from the edge, the fallen angel makes a quick swing, enough to leap away from the bloodthirsty machine.]
[They tumble on the grass, momentarily looking back to see V2 preparing her next move.]
[Pain shoots up their now limp wing, though it's overpowered by the thrill and their own heartbeat thrumming against their skull.]
Unfortunately, drops of blood simply landing on her isn't enough. It must be fully consumed. She doesn't wipe it off, though. Something primally evil and sadistic inside her loves the feeling of blood on her metallic exoskeleton.
She SLAMS into the ground right where you landed and would've been if you hadn't tumbled out of the way at the last second, then launches the whiplash again where you will be if you try to run; simultaneously pumping her green shotgun as she walks you down. Her expression is unreadable.
[Torn between dashing off and most likely getting caught by the whiplash, or freezing in place and getting blown away by that shotgun, Lucifer launches head-on at V2 with as much strength as they can, in a last ditch effort.]
[To their utter surprise, prying V2's arms away from a point-blank shot is nigh on impossible. Her joints locked in place move just slightly, gun fired at Lucifer’s side.]
[Dizzy with pain and strain, Lucy can only recoil with a laboured groan, wings coming to curl up around them.]
V2 puts away her gun, forcing apart your wings easily and pushing you to the ground. Not only can her joints indeed lock, but she is the most powerful V model in terms of strength by far. She lands on top of you, pinning you down, the knuckleblaster right next to your head pointed directly into your temple. It smokes with finality. If you make any movements V2 doesn't like, your head gets blown off. And machines, (especially those of war,) have VERY fast reflexes. Her face hovers just above yours, and she emanates a cold confidence.
[When they get back to their senses, Lucifer can't help but twitch away from the scalding-hot metal from a recently fired barrel. Finding themselves unable to move, they're crushed by the sheer strength this machine possess. It's something Lucy have yet to had the time to get used to.]
[Heaving with shaky breaths, Lucifer glares right into the yellow light of V2's optic. It's anything but warm. Both the silence and the tight space between them feels not only oppressing, but also provoking. It was as though Lucifer was saying "Do it. I dare you." with their unyielding, stern gaze.]
[It's been long enough for the initial thrill to die down. Every muscle and wound burns, but what's worse is the dawning realisation that makes Lucifer's breath stop. Their fate was in metallic hands. In the brief moment that they close their eye, bracing for a shot, they feel something strange... fleeting... slipping through their fingers was an ounce of relief. Odd peace. In this simple moment there were no other worries, no choices to be made, no regrets. It's either death or not. Nothing more. Nothing less.]
[After a particularly unpleasant scuffle with a Swordsmachine, V2 was sat in her hideout in Limbo, slowly repairing the damage. Outside the door, she's heard some noises a few times, similar to footsteps, though different from a Filth's or Stray's. Nothing to worry about.]
[Almost done with fixing her elbow joint, a metallic clank resounded just outside the room, along with hurried footsteps.]
[She decided to check it out. After all, what else did she have to do?]
[Upon opening the door, there was a pile of mechanical spare parts on the floor. Nothing else. V2's optic flicked around to find the person behind this... "gift".]
[And there they were, hiding behind the curve of the stairs leading down. With their head peeking out from the railings, Lucifer stared as V2 stared back in silence.]
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
V2 leans her upper body to one side, putting one hand on her hip, and squints her optic lens.
"Angel..?"
She does not yet take the parts.
[Their wings fluff up, as though startled.]
Ah, greetings! Hello, V2! I, uh... I did not mean to bother you, I just uhm.....
I see that your arm is all better now! Great news indeed! I hope you are as well.
You see, I was just passing by when I saw you fight, I must say it was very impressive... Where did you learn that? If I may ask, of course.
[Lucifer acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, awkwardly leaning by the staircase.]
"Battle was my purpose, for a time. Humanity created me for battle."
She un-squints her lens and places the tip of her fingers on her chest, her elbow sticking out. She arches her back, and the pose takes on a dramatic flair.
"I sought a purpose unto myself, one far greater than the engineers of mortals. But the skill remains."
She relaxes into a new, more casually seductive pose.
"My purpose is myself. I seek the simple pleasures of life. Drama, hobbies, fashion, flirtation, narcissism: they all serve as a means to my end~"
She suddenly drops her pose entirely, fully widens her optic, and looks directly into your eyes intimidatingly. This would cause any meek being to freeze and cower in fear, but one confident enough could stay relaxed and meet her gaze.
"And my greatest, most favorite pleasure is killing."
She breaks eye contact and relaxes again, regaining her more confident pose. She begins spinning a red revolver on her finger as a kind of stim.
"What do you seek from me, heavenly being~?"
Her voice is somehow flirtatious despite its robotic nature, and she makes a gesture like blowing a kiss, but it's jarring, and unclear how genuine it is after the sudden emotional shift.
@literallyv2
Oh, I see...
[Lucifer leaned in to listen with great interest, tail swaying curiously. They liked talkative people, especially when V2 explained the thoughts on her own purpose.]
Killing for machines is a necessity, yet you... derive pleasure from it. Hmm..
[Upon the question, they snapped out of their thoughts, head perking up. The threatening display flying over their head, given the topic at hand.]
I suppose company is the only thing, other than peace, that I am in search of at all times. Old habits die hard, it seems...
How did you gain such a distinctive feeling of freedom? Could it have been by denying or accepting the purpose your creators gave you?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
"Then company is what you have gained, angel," V2 responds, bending over and carefully gathering the parts into a pile so she can scoop them into a container later.
"There is no freedom here," she answers, standing back up and taking another flirtatious pose. "Especially not for a machine on a timer. I make my own freedom by acting however I wish without care for the consequences. After all, we're all going to die soon, won't we? So why not live a little? Except for you, angel of Heaven. If a luscious being such as me keeps you company, won't you give me some of your precious blood~?"
[Seeing their gift being accepted, their eye takes on a happy shape. Though more relaxed, they stay downstairs. Something playful started to surface in their demeanour.]
I cannot hide my envy for such a way of thinking. Perhaps it'd be easier for me to stop worrying if my life was not so certain...
If my gratitude for your insightful thoughts can be conveyed by spilling blood, then let us make it fun as well. Come get it yourself, if you can!
[With a mischievous glint in their eyes, Lucifer dashed for the door leading back to Limbo, not giving V2 a choice.]
"Oh? A chase?" She pauses. "Sure, why not."
You hear the sounds of a small repetitive alarm, then a large explosion and something moving fast behind you. V2 is sliding through the halls of Limbo right behind you, brandishing a green shotgun. She whips out her hand, palm upwards, and some green thing attached to a rope launches from it, aimed directly at you.
[Lucifer almost regrets their decision, remembering the large arsenal V models possess. However, that worry quickly vanishes when the adrenaline hits and all their muscles strain to avoid being hit. Missing by mere millimeters, the whiplash hits a pillar and recoils. With V2 rapidly closing the distance, Lucifer spreads out their wings, taking off and getting on top of an elevated structure. Still in V2's range of fire, though at least out of arm's reach.]
V2 watches silently, looking directly up at you as you ascend to a higher point. She pulls out the Sharpshooter, spinning it as she slides, then she fires upward with a flick of her wrist, causing a dangerous laser to bounce all around the walls, aimed directly at you at least three times.
When you look where she was again, she is jumping off the wall towards where you sit.
[In the middle of another fly-assisted jump, the laser pierces through Lucifer’s wing twice, the third time scraping against their arm. A few drops of blood manage to fall on V2's frame.]
[Unfortunate. They end up faltering, just barely catching onto a stone ledge and not crashing down entirely.]
[Dangling from the edge, the fallen angel makes a quick swing, enough to leap away from the bloodthirsty machine.]
[They tumble on the grass, momentarily looking back to see V2 preparing her next move.]
[Pain shoots up their now limp wing, though it's overpowered by the thrill and their own heartbeat thrumming against their skull.]
Unfortunately, drops of blood simply landing on her isn't enough. It must be fully consumed. She doesn't wipe it off, though. Something primally evil and sadistic inside her loves the feeling of blood on her metallic exoskeleton.
She SLAMS into the ground right where you landed and would've been if you hadn't tumbled out of the way at the last second, then launches the whiplash again where you will be if you try to run; simultaneously pumping her green shotgun as she walks you down. Her expression is unreadable.
[Torn between dashing off and most likely getting caught by the whiplash, or freezing in place and getting blown away by that shotgun, Lucifer launches head-on at V2 with as much strength as they can, in a last ditch effort.]
[To their utter surprise, prying V2's arms away from a point-blank shot is nigh on impossible. Her joints locked in place move just slightly, gun fired at Lucifer’s side.]
[Dizzy with pain and strain, Lucy can only recoil with a laboured groan, wings coming to curl up around them.]
[In Limbo, waiting for her father to return from his hellish duties, Sonnet was sat by a fountain. It was surprisingly peaceful, compared to other layers in any case. After all, most husks here were quite mellow.]
[It's probably been the longest she's waited for him ever. Usually, she was forbidden to wander too far off, as it was "too dangerous further in Hell".]
[This time, curiosity got the better of her. The constantly looping music and artificial bird chirps did a perfect job of dulling her mind. A change of surroundings was in order.]
[Strolling through the gardens, it all felt the same. Same fake grass, trees, flowers, same blue screens imitating the sky, at this point she memorised each nook and cranny of the copy-paste roman pillars.]
[It was boring, to say the least. Until a building showed itself at the end of the stone path. There didn't seem to be any sinners or machines around. Weird. But not weird enough to repel her.]
[Pushing the door, Sonnet found herself inside a grand library with multiple floors, far bigger than how it seemed from the outside. It was as silent as the deep sea. The dust has risen up from its eternal sleep, now shimmering from the sun peeking in through the glass ceiling.]
[The atmosphere felt tranquil, but with a hint of something forbidden. It lured her in, taking a step, then another and another, farther inside. Not a single living soul around.]
[Amongst bookshelfs she got lost, almost like in a maze. The entrance was nowhere to be seen. Only then did Sonnet realise that she shouldn't have gone here.]
[A cold shiver ran down her spine as fear clawed its way to her. With a quick spin, she looked behind her. Nothing. What was that noise? Her head snapped to the left, then right, chasing ghosts.]
[It was only when she looked up to the second floor that she saw something. Someone. As dark as the night, yet shining like a galaxy - the figure loomed over her shivering form with surprising peace. Their singular eye fixated on her.]
[The person seemed familiar. A strange sense of déjà vu overcame her. Sonnet could have sworn she saw this... angel-like creature before but... she couldn't tell where.]
[What snapped her out of her thoughts was their voice, the sound seemingly just as familiar.]
Greetings, little angel. Could it be that you lost your way to Heaven?
@lucifer-the-fallen-star
*Sonnet, bored of waiting and missing her father something horrible, wandered into the building*
*she... she shouldn't be here.. oh dear. Gabriel was going to throw a fit later.*
*when she stumbled upon this eerie figure, she froze. Oh. This... this was wrong. She really shouldn't have wandered in here.*
"Who... who are you?" *she asks. She felt as if she already knew them, though.*
*and despite her brain yelling at her to run, she holds her ground, wings slightly flared. The blue and purple hues looked so, so similar to Gabriel's.*
[The wings on Lucifer's head fluttered. They realised quickly that Sonnet did not remember their previous meeting. Maybe it's for the better.]
Ah, where are my manners? I am yet another sinner in Hell.
I did not know angels partook in such profane behaviour as reading human books... Though I suppose curiosity is both a virtue and a flaw in your ranks.
Which one is it for you?
[Inquisitive tone paired with them looming over the angel, circling around her like prey, sent off mixed signals, their intentions unknown.]
"Yes, quite a few of us read.. but many of them contain songs and poems that praise Him"
*her wings tense up as they circle her. Its obvious that Sonnet feels threatened. Good grace, where could her father be when she needed him?*
"Why would curiosity be a flaw? Is to wonder to sin, as long as it does not harm one's self or others?"
*her words echo off of the library walls, waiting for an answer.*
[A wry laugh fills the spacious library, Lucifer's steps halting.]
You might have chosen the worst person for this question, angel.
[They lean forwards with arms hanging off the railings, absent-mindedly fidgeting with their sharp claws.]
Then, you tell me - is it a sin? I suppose it depends on your definition of curiosity. If it means wishing to learn what is unknown, then no.
Though I highly doubt this is the standard by which souls are judged.
Curiosity is a flaw because it seeks beyond the black-and-white of The Father's word, does it not?
