devoid of God

No matter how long I spend cooped up within the depths of that pit, the developments of humanity and Heaven fail to impress when I rise. ((A blog part of the Salt 'n' Burn roleplaying group. Tracking the tag lucifervor Currently: Offline No GIFs or images I use are mine unless otherwise stated.))

[heavensmorningstar]

[pixie-nerd]

Multifandom Challenge (16 of 50) Male Characters » Lucifer

You people misunderstand me. You call me “Satan” and “devil,” but… do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that, he betrayed me—punished me. Just as he’s punished you.

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For pumkingsam & #E4K2014

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

Her lips twisted into a grimace but it was certainly half-hearted. Keira set her hand onto the tabletop, gazing adoringly at the pup before turning her attention toward Lucifer. Interactions were seldom among reapers. She noted slight conversations with humans on the streets but those only came about once every year or so and they were far too tedious for her tastes. Even at restaurants and bars there was the occasional mortal or monster that did their best to cause her attention to stray— but it never worked out in their favor directly.

All of the lessons and teachings she’d learned in her lifetime be damned, the devil himself wasn’t too terrible. And maybe that was horrid of her to think and maybe it would lead to something that would make her want to reap herself but for the smallest of instants she couldn’t care less.

"You think you’re so clever," she teased. "You know I read this piece of text once on the internet— marvelous creation, mind you, almost better than myself— and it was about you. Something about how if humans are so good why don’t they pray for you, the one child of God who needs it the most.”

Keira barely even noticed that she was breaking her own rule about keeping distance from their world out of the conversation. Her eyes softened. “It’s strange to ponder, isn’t it?”

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer didn't think he was clever; he knew for a fact he was cleverer than a good deal of all of the beings he'd met—a vast majority in the least, but the archangel listened on to what the reaper had to say, a small scowl forming on his face at her next words. He felt rather dirtied just by her mere mentioning of the topic of his Father and what humans enjoyed doing despite various acts of hypocrisy, ignorance, or other repugnant vices.

He made no comment on whether or not he was still truly a child of God, and he decided to restrain himself from saying anything that might further stir his irritation by any statement on the stupidity of humanity, both towards its creation in general and the behavior of all its members now. Instead, he focused on the latter part of Keira's words, only faintly noticing the softer expressions upon her face as she spoke.

"What's strange?" Lucifer deigned to pinpoint the exact thing she desired to address with her offhand comment. "The idiocy of the humans or the compelling story of my Fall in general?" His last few words were tinged with sarcasm, for the archangel knew well already her own feelings towards him and what had happened to him—or at least he could predict them quite well, for anyone who was even remotely associated with Heaven got the same narrative of superiority reeking of arrogant ignorance and denial.

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

"What’s keeping me from what?" she said with a crease forming between her brows. He was always asking those impudent questions. Ones that searched for just a little bit too much where there was nothing to begin with. She ran her fingertips along the small dog’s spine, savoring the plush fur beneath her fingertips. "What’s keeping me from snapping my fingers and going from here to Paris, to Costa Rica, and to Manila all within the span of thirty seconds? I’m not too sure, honestly."

Her lip quirked. “If I’m honest with you I don’t quite know yet. Perhaps you could ask me again in a week or so, hmm? When my mind’s had the chance to clear and decide just what it wants to do. Though I’m sure the dog does have something to do with it,” to emphasize her point she raised her hand up in front of her face.

Keira glanced away quickly, noticing that she might very well be contradicting the person she had been just twenty minutes ago. She blamed the pup sitting in her palm. That soft spot inside of her could only be touched by two things: food or plushy little beasts. And here she was faced with the latter.

"I’ll have you know that if you think I won’t reap you for acting like a bumbling idiot you’re completely wrong. Don’t let this face fool you. I am—" the word ruthless was forgotten when the pup snuggled her thumb and a sharp ‘awwwww!’ came from the reaper.

[lucifer-vor]

So she wasn't sure, either. Lucifer couldn't be too surprised. He couldn't begin to fathom why she bothered staying if she were so bothered—he certainly wouldn't do such a thing in her circumstances—but at least she was perceptive enough to understand almost immediately what he'd meant by his inquiry. It would have been slightly irritating to elaborate.

Come by the next week. It was an interesting idea, and one Lucifer might honestly consider if he found the reaper's company to be that compelling by the end of their interaction today. Surely she wouldn't mind him taking up her own word on the suggestion, hah. Perhaps the next time he even might involve more four-legged canines in the process since she so dearly enjoyed them.

Lucifer let out a full, genuine laugh when she broke her words halfway through just to let her reaction of the dog be known. It certainly made one wonder if all the barking she did about her own tough and rough person was just a series of facades and bluffs.

"Trust me. The face is fooling no one," the archangel scoffed faintly, more amusement dotting the tone of his words than sarcasm. "Everyone understands just how soft you really can be." Which, of course, was possibly entirely wrong, but it still proved to be something Lucifer had desired to say.

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

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If Keira had been trying to appear stone-faced her facade had fallen completely. A grin found her lips and Keira ran her index and middle finger along the dog’s spine gently, crooning quietly. Her eyes flicked up to Lucifer and narrowed slightly. He couldn’t think that she was getting soft or anything. She wasn’t! She was

Death! this little cutie in her palm was making her heart swell twice its size. Like that movie she saw when she was reaping the soul of a child. What was it called? Something about a green fellow at Christmas time…

"So nothing," she said and instinctively pulled the dog closer to her and farther away from him. It was hers now. If he didn’t like it the only way to settle the argument would have to be— in her opinion— through physical violence. 

She always was maternal. Or rather, that’s what the other reapers told her.

"The service here is terrible. At this rate we might as well leave and go to Paris or Italy or the French Riviera. I know a few cafes there that have much better service and the staff are far more cleanly. Not to mention five-stars…" she trailed off, tapping the pad of her index finger gently over the pup’s little wet nose. Another smile stayed on her face, one that went without malice or manipulation. 

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer wasn't sure how long the tiny dog's lifespan might last—and he repressed a chuckle at the thought of Keira herself potentially needing to collect the soul of the small animal once its life was over—yet, admittedly, it was rather interesting witnessing the reaper who cared for little completely falling head over heels with the small hound. He couldn't quite tell their appeal beyond the most basic of what he'd observed.

It was also amusing to hear the reaper's statement about service when she had, in fact, just ordered the entire menu (and that inevitable pie) in a place that was likely not equipped well enough to handle a quarter of it at once. Her patience was about as endurable as her temper, and she was being illogical enough to have Lucifer actually considering defending the humans.

But it was true they might go somewhere slightly more savory than the no-star diner off some decrepit highway. It brought a small triumphant note to Lucifer that she had actually mentioned potentially leaving elsewhere as if she were notifying him of where to go next or whether he desired to be with her while she did so; it indicated an enjoyment of company that her attitude didn't comply with. She might've otherwise just parted as she liked or uttered a curt farewell and disappeared.

"What's keeping you?" The archangel questioned in line with his thoughts, slowly raising one brow as his gaze shifted from the small canine curling in her palm happily to her eyes. If anything, Keira almost appeared just as happy; the smile on her face appeared genuine, guileless, and almost innocent.

[demonsjustwannahavefun]

Unlucky | Lucifer and Damon

[demonsjustwannahavefun]

A special mind of of your own. Damon nearly laughs out-loud at those words, but he manages to contain his amusement. “You make being different sound so … exotic, Lucifer.” the demon smirks, “But let me tell you that being marked as different or wrong only serves to get you killed.” 

All his life he has been hunted and despised by his own kind. He has been tortured and played with, treated as something less than humanity - which is saying a lot. Honestly, it’s no wonder he has trust issues. 

"Well, love, I’m glad I could be of some use to you." Sarcasm drips from Damon’s words before he can bite them back. He knows it’s foolish to taunt Lucifer; a wrong word and he could be killed in an instant. But he can’t help it. 

[lucifer-vor]

The archangel let out a faint scoff. Of course he understood that. Lucifer's whole claim to fame, if one would, originated from having a different mindset and being punished for it. It was both amusing and embittering to think about how every being in Heaven got so pathetically riled up whenever one uttered his name at any point. They were more like sheep than the humans were.

Not that any low-ranking demon might even possess a hint of the story nor care at all, and Lucifer cared even less to address the irony in Damon's warning. Instead, he focused on the rather repetitive and annoying use of that term of endearment, and Lucifer cocked a brow at the demon.

"Try not to get too excited, child," he returned, a sardonic edge outlining his phrase. Trading banter with some bottom-feeding demon hadn't exactly been in his agenda, but he supposed one could never escape the snark every demon prided themselves so conspicuously with.

[lucifer-vor]

ℓoaded encounter ➣ Castiel & Lucifer

[angelinatrenchcoat]

"What business is it of yours, Lucier?" Castiel replis coolly. He knows that neither Lucifer nor Michael are willing to return to Heaven, and neither of them want a part in the current war. So why should Lucifer bother himself with Castiel’s doings? This war is his own, and he has to deal with the consequences. 

"You want no part in it, I understand. But if you refuse to return to Heaven and help your family, then I don’t see why you should even care about my plight."

[lucifer-vor]

Truly, it wasn't any of Lucifer's business, nor would it likely ever be. The only reason the archangel was presenting himself at all was simply because he deigned to know the perspective of one of the main perpetrators himself; it was preferable to spend more effort talking to his younger sibling than to try and dig around his mind. He cared for little else at the moment.

The angel's next words made Lucifer scowl and let out a silent series of derisive laughs, wondering if he had actually just heard the words he had. Return to Heaven and help his family? What kind of family did Castiel come from, and which history did he have in mind? Ridiculous.

"Would it please you to know I don't care for your plight?" Lucifer drawled after his mirth had escaped him, "I simply want to know of it, Castiel. Do enlighten me, won't you?"

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

She let out a bark of laughter that slowly became shrill. Moments later it died down, turning into a tired sigh. She eyed him curiously and shook her head. “No, surprisingly my life is quite interesting. But for a human, I would imagine that leading a life of danger is quite entrancing. Don’t you think…?

Keira’s attention was diverted to his hand. She examined it curiously. Tough skin, a lone somewhat protruding vein on the back of his hand, the little bones underneath the flesh that twitched with every movement. For a moment, she looked away at her own hand. Examining the smooth, pale flesh. Her slender fingers and—

Death! was that a torn cuticle?

Something moved from the corner of her eye.

The reaper’s breath caught in her throat. A small dog roamed along the tabletop. Admittedly, Keira had seen many things in her extended lifetime. Demons. Monsters. Mortals who deserved no names. But never did she see something as simple as this. It was always angels being flashy. Turning water into wine. Frost into fire. Ashes into flora.

The corner of her lip rose. “You’re fond of it too, I see,” and by ‘it’ she meant the animal outside— and the one that manifested on the tabletop. “You should be more cautious. What if a human were to see?” She teased, extending a hand out toward the little pup.

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer noted how harshly ringing the reaper's laughter was and wondered why there were such variations of the rather bizarre noise within humans or those who took the form of them; they seemed like more useless features added on to add more burdens to the fleshly bodies. Breathing was another thing that only hindered existence. So incompetent.

And the worry Keira was mentioning was also completely irrelevant. The archangel could do many things should they begin to question; he could make the creature invisible to their eyes, he could wipe their memories of the incident, he could simply eliminate the synapses of questions' beginnings in their brains before the the voice of inquiry ever needed announce itself.

"So what?" Lucifer responded a bit lazily to the reaper's inquiry about humans, raising an eyebrow slowly in question of whether she actually cared about how they might react—if they reacted at all. Those petty things were the least of his concerns at the moment. What was far more interesting to consider was the reaper's reaction to the small dog he'd summoned into existence onto their tabletop. Who knew it would be so enrapturing.

And yes. In a sense, the archangel was fond of them. He knew they were much better than their alleged masters, and he'd said as much before. He could almost be fond of anything if they were compared to humans... but why so much thought about those creatures of late? They were not worth thinking about. Lucifer observed quietly as the dog sniffed its way to the tips of Keira's fingers, wagging its tail for a moment before leaping into the crook of her palm and circling her hand to nestle down.

[lucifer-vor]

ℯscape ➣ Michael & Lucifer

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Michael glanced at his brother with a look of uncertainty. Admittedly, the fate of the boy hadn’t been a topic that had passed through the mind of the Archangel, he was always too focussed on escaping. Numerous possibilities ran through Michael’s head, different scenarios playing that increasingly made the eldest worry. Could the human’s soul be so damaged that he became a demon? The chances of this occurring seemed most likely, and the thought of Adam becoming one of them made the aching feeling return to the Archangel’s grace.

"I am hoping that his fate is something you can tell to me," he murmured, turning his head slightly to look at the half-Winchester, "I’m not completely familiar with how things work here, your guess would be a lot more accurate than my own."

Deciding to distract himself from his thoughts, the archangel continued his search along the top of the cage, once again attempting to measure the different strengths in the winds that blew so tauntingly along the roof of the Cage. He found that some of the strongest gusts of wind came from the Southern part of the prison, and he quickly made his way over to the area to search along the rooftop.

Closing his eyes slightly as the wind soothingly carded through and ruffled his feathers, the Archangel inhaled the cool air deeply before reopening his eyes. Muttering slightly under his breath while running his fingers along the smooth construct of the Cage, Michael felt a small crack below his fingertips, a huge grin spreading along the lips of his vessel.

"Brother!" he called, turning to face Lucifer. The eldest was practically shaking with excited, his eyes widened almost comically as he regarded his brother with a look of unmasked delight, "I think I have found our escape!"

Michael pressed his fist against the crack, silently calculating in his mind. A soft sigh escaped his lips, it was going to take a lot of brute force to make the crack grow, but he figured with Lucifer working alongside him, they could easily break through the barrier that separated them from the earth.

‘Of course this is going to take a lot of effort,’ Michael thought grumpily.

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer frowned for a moment in thought. Even if he was more familiar with what Hell could do to a soul, he could only guess at what energies a cage meant to store an angry archangel in all his powers might do when they encountered one feeble human soul. The boy would definitely be far more twisted and sickened when he rose, if he rose successfully at all—the soul might just inhabit the body and end up no less of a shell than the corporeal flesh was due to the broken status of the spirit.

"If he still retains sentience when he enters his body once more, he could potentially be something worse than a demon," the archangel stated, knowing the boy would certainly not be a normal human any longer. His soul had not been as sturdy as Sam Winchester's was; there was no saying what strange creature might be bred of the half-Milligan's essence.

As Michael continued to search on for the crack within the Cage on the southern area, Lucifer resumed his searches in the other realms of the ceiling, using all of his senses in attempting to find their passage out of Hell; the winds were strong and promising, and the archangel was only spurred on further with every moment's breeze. As he continued to seek out their escape route, the cry of his brother had him snap his attention towards Michael.

He hadn't seen his elder sibling this excited in millennia. He hadn't seen him look so happy since he'd been in Heaven long before his Fall. With good reason, Michael was just as excited now, and Lucifer did not repress the grin that spread itself across his own visage as he thrusted his wings outwards to fly himself swiftly to Michael's location, his sight zeroing in on the now-visible crack the other archangel had revealed.

It seemed like it would close any moment, and Lucifer was overcome with an urgency to preserve their one chance for salvation from the prison they were holed up in. He pressed his palms against the edge of the crack, pushing forward lightly to gain an approximation of just how much force they'd need to break the crack open more. It would definitely take both of their joined efforts.

Lucifer looked to Michael, a turbulent gleam in his eyes as a wave of various emotions washed over him. He and his apologized brother were breaking out of the Cage together to find their way to Earth, and so much of their relationship and what might occur later was so uncertain, so lost and mired and complexities Lucifer didn't even wish to begin to think of it. 

For now, they'd focus on their task of breaking open the door.

"Whenever you're ready," Lucifer spoke with a trill of anticipation running underneath his tone, his irises almost blazing as he watched his brother.

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

"It would take one what?" She smirked slightly. "Take one cute, loyal creature to know another? I suppose you’re right about that, Lucifer." Keira turned her attention away from the dog and to the one sitting in front of her. Her half-smile became one, fully formed of delight. So, I’ve pushed your buttons. Interesting.

"Have you tried the pie here? It’s amazing. I think you’ll like it. Waitress!" She waved a hand over her head, gesturing one of them over. She stole a quick glance at Lucifer while she spoke to the human. "One order of the cherry pie for my friend. Keep in mind he has a light stomach and… falters easily. I’ll take the menu… don’t look at me like that. Everything on it. Chop, chop."

Keira leaned forward, balancing her chin in the palm of her hand. She could see the wheels turning in his head. Maybe he was offended or, perhaps even better, he was underestimating her again. Some-odd-centuries ago, Keira had learned from one mortal noblewoman that it was always better to come off as stupid. Timid. Incapable. 

Especially when a lady was aware that she was the total opposite.

She twisted the locket around her neck idly, a bad habit formed over the years. “Have you seen some of the books humans have? Its interesting. Images telling the story. History books. Fiction. I do prefer their fiction. Especially the ‘spy books’. If I were human I would become a spy. They seem to live exciting lives.”

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer raised his brow and felt, once again, quite glad it was Keira he'd stumbled upon this particular evening. She had plenty of witty remarks bookmarked and an abundance of conversation topics; most refreshingly, she was not outright afraid or shocked he had made his appearance... if anything, she had sought to irritate him as he'd come. It was admirable. Certainly courageous, if not a bit doltish for most circumstances.

The archangel couldn't help but let out a short series of quiet, amused chuckles at Keira's choice of actions with the waitress; she certainly had no fear. It wasn't surprising: it was clear the archangel wasn't going to be doing anything that might menace her tonight—Lucifer would have taken advantage of the same situation had she been in her position. Why not mess around with one of the few who were unthinkable in messing with while one could?

In the meantime, the reaper was speaking again. This time it was on the subject of human literature, something Lucifer personally had never cared for. He had no desires to begin to do so, either. "More exciting than your current?" Lucifer drawled with a half-hearted interest, less curious about whether or not the reaper thought her days to be dull and more concerned with a more entertaining topic that might be born of their current track.

Idly, Lucifer uncrossed his arms and rested one palm against the diner table, lightly dragging the pad of his index finger across the surface as he created the first thing that came to his mind in relative boredom; a tiny replica of the black dog lying outside began to wag its tail and come to life atop the table. It chased the trail of the archangel's finger before darting across the surface in an innocent and eager urge to discover and sniff all in its vicinity, and Lucifer let out a quiet chortle at its energy.

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

A Hard Night's Work | Open

[deathsfavoritegirl-deactivated2]

She took her lower lip between her teeth. Of course he wouldn’t understand. He was a… well, he certainly wasn’t among their ranks anymore. She supposed he knew a lot about masters and obedience but it seemed that unlike the other Dogs of Heaven he had gone and become a perfectly rabid beast. Foaming at the mouth and everything, from what she had heard. Punishment and reward— was the reward of a lifetime in heaven not enough to keep Lucifer from wanting the punishment of being cast out?

The tips of her nails rapped along the table idly. She was focused on the creature. Black and big and beautiful and curled up on the pavement. She imagined it was hungry like she was. Giving off the aura of defenselessness in spite of being perfectly capable of defending herself, just like Keira. She eyed the beast and then its cruel mortal masters who had left it to the elements’ mercy.

"They’re loyal and cute and far from annoying," she paused. "Quite your opposite, wouldn’t you agree? Though it is terrible how they just… left her there. Poor thing. They appear strong on the outside but trust me, they’re fragile and break easily." There was a swift shake of her head.

"I want one. Perhaps not now but sooner rather than later. With the ways things look right now I might not have the opportunity to obtain one ever again." She pouted in the mutts direction. 

"I don’t you to understand. You’re… what? Careless and wicked and unfeeling?" Or have my words managed to creep under your barbed-wire flesh...

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer drummed a few fingers lightly upon the table they sat at in quiet amusement at Keira's description of the dog. She really did have a passion for those creatures, didn't she? "I suppose it would take one to know one," he commented wryly, his eyes grazing over the reaper's features slightly disinterestedly as he rested his sight upon the busy and rather irritating fading wallpaper of the diner.

Dare he even slip into the trivial processes of conversation by asking why she might never have the chance to possess a dog anytime sooner or later? Lucifer was not positive he cared enough, but his decision was made for him anyway as Keira decided to make yet another statement about his being. She was quite a bit obsessive about that, wasn't she.

"I will always be whatever you stubbornly think I am, Keira. Any adjectives you want. Go crazy," the archangel solicited a bit sarcastically; he didn't really begin to bother with thinking about the description she'd attached onto his person. The opinion of one reaper who he'd likely never interact with again did not mean much to him, and he wasn't willing to deal with refuting any dogma Heaven hammered into its beings' heads.

Quite ridiculous, really, how thick-headed all the teachings of Heaven could be. He couldn't imagine there was anything that might improve the more broken and insidious system it was currently operating on, and the civil war currently erupting around it was genuinely laughable. How sickening the politics of that realm always were.

[lucifer-vor]

ℯscape ➣ Michael & Lucifer

[stmichaelviceroy-deactivated201]

Reaching the top of the cage was an almost euphoric experience for the eldest archangel, the breeze had increased from a gentle whisper to a cooling wind, ruffling and carding through the slightly dirty and frayed feathers of Michael’s wings. Left almost breathless, Michael gradually slowed the movements of his wings until he hovered just below the top of the cage. He could practically taste the fresh air.

Turning his attention to his younger brother, Michael hummed slightly under his breath, a thoughtful look crossing his features, “the air is almost too pure to be connected in any way to Hell.” Adjusting the boy on his back, the archangel surveyed the top of their prison, a small smile of relief twitching at the corner of his vessel’s lips, “I think we’ve found a direct exit to the earth.”

Michael ran his fingertips along the top of the cage, his eyes narrowed in unwavering concentration as he searched for the crack, the possible escape route from their literal Hell. Continuing his search for a few moments, the archangel halted his inspection after a thought crossed his mind, curiosity getting the better of the elder as he once againt turned his attention to the younger archangel.

"What are your plans for when we get out of here?" Tilting his head in an almost childlike manner, Michael furrowed his eyebrows slightly, unsure of what he planned to do himself. He had spent so long on finding an escape, that he hadn’t bothered to plan what he was to do when he escaped. A return to Heaven sounded like the most ideal plan, however, the thought of returning to his home seemed almost sickening to Michael.

Clearing his throat, the archangel shook his head and sighed, returning to his search, “never mind. You don’t have to answer that. I don’t know what I am doing myself.”

[lucifer-vor]

A direct link to Earth indeed; the air seemed clean, pure, and filled with promise. There was no scent of pain or suffering—and especially, there was no reek of sulfur.

Lucifer had rarely ventured to the top of the Cage in all his time spent here; he'd practically lived in this area when he'd first been thrown inside, but as time passed and he gradually understood nothing could be done to possibly release him without the breaking of 66 seals, he'd settled into the bottom of The Cage. In all this time, he never could've imagined he'd one day be looking for an opening with his elder brother.

Lucifer rose up against the upper surface of The Cage, searching for any crack or crevice that might indicate an opened passageway in an area Michael was not yet searching in. The texture was hard and unyielding; the archangel kept on pushing to see if he could find that one dip in their ceiling. The wind was so powerful now it was impossible to pinpoint the exact source; the air seemed to be flowing from everywhere at once—pure air.

Michael's question halted him in his search.

What was he going to do? Well, it surely wasn't going to involve Michael—he was pretty certain of that. The memories and the actions of everything his older brother had done still left bitter tastes in his mouth; no apology and pat on the shoulder would change any of the agony Lucifer had been through. It was simply too little too late. He had no desires to claim the Earth for his own again, either; the battles that would come and the notion of dueling Michael again were loathsome and repulsive thoughts.

But he wasn't going to suddenly begin being buddy-buddy with his brother in all their outcasted role, either. Reliving or re-experiencing anything from before their fight in Heaven seemed too sour an idea for him.

What was he going to do? Lucifer didn't know. He wasn't surprised Michael didn't know, either; unless he'd planned for their current circumstances before the apocalypse had begun (Lucifer hadn't), both of them would be flailing out on Earth again.

The archangel began his search once more, both of his hands at work as he surveyed their wall of The Cage. He had nothing to say on the matter of their future, but he did strive to say at least something.

"What do you think the boy will be like once he's out of here?" Lucifer questioned, giving a glance to the half-Winchester. He'd suffered what no human soul should have faced in The Cage; he would not be leaving unscathed. The extent of his damage was something Lucifer could not predict with precision.

[lucifer-vor]

ℓoaded encounter ➣ Castiel & Lucifer

[angelinatrenchcoat]

Castiel is on earth again, needing to escape from the turmoil of Heaven for a few brief moments. He knows he should be up there fighting with his brethren, they are giving their lives for his cause. But he can’t stand the bloodshed, and even as he left his lieutenant in charge he was assulted by a fresh wave of guilt. Every life lost in this war is on him. He started this and he has to be the one to end it. 

He isn’t surprised when he senses the faint tendrils of searching grace. He has long since heard of Michael and Lucifer’s escape from the Cage, and was actually expecting Lucifer to visit him earlier than this. Still, perhaps he can hope that his brother hasn’t heard anything of his current plans. After all, only Crowley knows of their plans for Purgatory. 

Greeted by the familiar sound of rustling wings, Castiel turns to face his older brother. “Only you would classify being in the middle of a civil war’ doing well’, Lucifer.”

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer tutted softly at Castiel's response, offering the younger angel a small shake of his head and a sardonic quirk of his lips. It seemed he was still quite bereft of any sense of sarcasm.

So foolish this war was, truly. Him and Raphael both were chasing dead ends; independence from God for Heaven as a whole would never work out, and restarting the apocalypse would simply fail before Raphael would have even begun to revitalize it. Neither he nor Michael were willing to begin fighting again no matter what the whole of Heaven desired.

"I do hope you know what you're doing, brother." Lucifer spoke with a light furrow of his brow, his arms slowly crossing themselves about his chest. The last word of the archangel's statement had been stated with a slight sarcastic irony in his tone; Lucifer didn't care to be identified as his brethren.

[hunterlottie-blog]

Trouble || Lottie & Open

[hunterlottie-blog]

The huntress eyes scanned the man’s face “I know one of the archangels. He is nice. Don’t pity me.” Crossing her arms she moved back again. She couldn’t trust Lucifer not to try and do something rash. Right now she knew she was on a knifes edge and it showed due to her shaking hands.

"I’ve never read the bible." Her hands skimmed over a wall as she spoke trying to calm herself down. "They aren’t more despicable the humankind. If anything they show everything wrong with it. However you can get a vampire that’s better than most humans." her eyes flickered round the room "Demons aren’t useful to us humans. Again they show all of our greatest downfalls. Our greed and pride. Surely you like them a bit. For pointing out all the flaws." Shaking her head she spoke her voice shaky “Anyone with a brain knows that they cannot kill you. You are too powerful.” She took another step back and bent down to check a pulse of a human that had obviously been used for feeding. “You are something of nightmares.”

[lucifer-vor]

Oh, how utterly revolting. She'd met one of his brothers, and he was nice. Who else might she be talking about other than Michael? At least he was probably doing just as much as Lucifer was on the surface of the Earth, if not less; none of them had concerned themselves with the rampant, reeking messes of Heaven's squabbles now despite their younger brother's involvement. Raphael was a poor, sorrowful sucker, to be frank.

It was also deliciously ironic and rather irritating the same human happened to meet two archangels in one lifetime, especially as one was fallible as the hunter Charlotte. All the thoughts in Lucifer's mind manifested themselves into a silent scoff and a slow shake of his head, his brows furrowing with the pitying smirk resting across his lips; it morphed into more of a sneer once more as she spoke yet again.

"My hatred is spread thickly and evenly for all of you. There simply happens to be a little more for the mutated, repulsive offshoots of your inutile kind," Lucifer explained with a cruel smile, rather ready to move on from the topic of the more despicable bits of humanity. In any case, the archangel was not sure if she was more wise to be struck with fear as she was or more pathetic in so openly flaunting and begging her weakness.

"Only to those who warrant my efforts to be their worst 'nightmares,' Charlotte." Lucifer dropped his previously immobile stance and paced slowly across the dim chamber they convened in, his thumbs hooked lightly upon the edge of his pockets as his gaze never moved from Charlotte, even during his strides.

[lucifer-vor]

ℓoaded encounter ➣ Castiel & Lucifer

Poor, sad Raphael. He was still lost in his delusions of following his older brother Michael in fulfilling their father's wishes and ideas for an end of times on Earth; though the archangel could understand his younger brother's shock. Raphael had known his older brother and watched him fall for freedom of speaking up to their Father, choosing to object to Him. Now Heaven was split in half and practically teeming with those who advocated an idea more radical than Lucifer's could have ever been: freedom, freedom from Heaven's hierarchy and Him. And who else to spearhead the movement but Castiel himself?

Granted, both of his younger brothers were making rather large messes of everything. He did not plan to intervene anytime soon; he doubted Michael did, either, or his name would have rung out across the skies in command and revival by now. Still, Castiel had come far from the times he'd seen him standing in the circle of burning Holy Oil, claiming allegiance for the humans. He could think for himself even better now. He could devise, deviate, and execute.

A curiosity in seeing how the young one was faring himself in person arose, and Lucifer decided he would find Castiel and have a little talk about how things were going. If anything, it would prove to be an amusing and worthwhile way to kill time. A quick search for his grace and a flutter of his wings brought him to the angel himself, and Lucifer did not hesitate in announcing himself.

"And you're managing quite well nowadays, aren't you, Castiel?" Lucifer inquired softly, an amiable and scrutinizing smile shaping his expression as the archangel regarded Castiel.

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A Hard Night's Work | Open

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There he was again, speaking of her with familiarity. She didn’t look at him at first. She was certain the color had left her face for an instant at the mention of her being a demon. Something that despicable… Death, no. With a wave of her hand over her head, one of the waitresses came over to Keira. She all but snapped at the woman for a cup of Earl Grey and the majority of the menu.

"I despise having my hands sullied, Lucifer," She started, pressing her fingertip to her lips, "Falling so low as to become a demon… my, oh my, that’s about the filthiest thing someone like us could do. It’s tragic. Disgusting. Not to mention pitiable. Why, I wouldn’t be surprised if you understood a bit more about the subject than I."

Keira grew silent, a sadistic smile slowly managing its way onto her face as the waitress dropped off her cup of tea. She lifted her spoon and stirred the bag around the steaming water, focusing on the miniature whirlpool she was creating. When she met Lucifer’s eyes again she looked anything but kind.

"I don’t know what you take me for; a whore; a plaything; another idiot reaper whose life choices will only result in their death— but your tedious attempts at comedy only make me irate and I—" Her gaze strayed to the restaurant doors. Somebody had walked in and left one of their companions behind. 

Tied to the bicycle rack was a dog. It was a large thing. Fur the color of midnight. Eyes like two stars. Her heart gave out a pang. Any of her previous worries were suddenly lost. “I want one,” she said distractedly while the canine laid down on the pavement. “Look at that creature. Look at it.”

[lucifer-vor]

Lucifer gave her a warm smile (though not without raising his brows), genuinely pleased by the way her words rang out and clashed against his in an echoing cry of steel. He could trade blows with the feisty and juvenile reaper for quite a long time; it was fortunate he'd come across her in particular this afternoon. Perhaps the most amusing part of it all was he could find her now anytime should he desire it.

However, he definitely did agree with her sentiments. Demons were really quite loathsome in every manner possible; the only thing good about them was the way one could use them, though whether or not they were even consistently good at being used was debatable. Regrettable, truly, that it would also be true he knew more about the demons than she would. There was much unpleasant firsthand experience with those warped and even-greater-failures of human souls.

As the reaper continued to speak, Lucifer leaned back in the seat slightly, taking in her statements with the dotting of sarcasm upon the curve of his lips. When she suddenly halted and zeroed in on a sight over the archangel's shoulder, he furrowed one brow in inquiry at her sudden halt. He didn't believe he felt any existence of great importance anywhere in their vicinity save for her and himself. When he turned around lightly and angled his neck outwards to find the aforementioned 'creature,' Lucifer almost let out a laugh.

The dogs. They were the animals domesticated by humanity, yet humanity was still so much the worse compared to their four-legged companions and adopted family members. Such irony. When he turned to face the reaper before him again, it was accompanied also with a nonchalant shrug of a shoulder. It was rich how Keira might completely forget her previous grievances with the appearance of a hound; her weakness for those creatures was unexpected but not unwelcome.

"They're much better than their alleged masters, aren't they?" Lucifer commented offhandedly while he returned to face the reaper across him, regarding the reaper before him with an altered expression; he wore less of a smirk and more of a curious visage. Who would have known such a curt and fiery reaper would have a soft spot for those animals?