Once he had become more acquainted with his surroundings, Lucifer took to the garden of his “new” home.
He could spend an entire day there--in part because there was something therapeutic about watching sprouts push their way through the soil, and in part because Lucifer had simply lost the ability to keep track of time after having spent however long he had in the timeless space for souls departed. Certainly, there would be other sights to see here, other places to jog his memory of his apparent time in Spirale City...
But Lucifer was tired. Lucifer simply wanted to rest.
There were no coffee trees here. The micro-climate of the area simply wasn’t suitable. Even so, he was content to watch his other vegetables grow.
It was more a whim than anything else that finally spurred him to action that afternoon––but it was nevertheless one that had nagged and niggled at the back of Azazel’s mind anytime he looked at Sandalphon for well over several months now, and one the demon had decided was ultimately in need of address.
Fashion was not the archangel’s strong suit––or perhaps he simply didn’t care enough to improve his sense for it. Azazel didn’t really know; and until now, he hadn’t altogether considered it his business to know. In truth, it probably still wasn’t...but the fact of the matter was that Lucifer’s condition had spurred Azazel to visit more often––which also meant dealing with Sandalphon more often. Which meant being forced to look at whatever barely-presentable ensemble the primarch had decided to throw on that morning.
Which, in turn, was slowly but steadily pushing the demon to his wit’s end.
“Hey. Brat.”
That was why, as he passed behind the sofa Sandalphon was currently perched on, Azazel reached out––and promptly gave the ever-present cowlick atop the smaller angel’s head a brief but sharp tug in his direction.
Sometimes Dyrn would get out of their pet home. It wasn’t because anyone forgot to lock it, or if anyone just left it open. It was just because Dyrn, being Dyrn was a bit too smart for a lizard sometimes. (And Lucifer never minded if the large lizard got out before as long as they were safe)
So Dyrn was currently out, moving across the ground in the quiet house. It couldn't hear anyone close by so it knew it was free to go were it wanted to. It wanted to go to the kitchen and sneak a little extra food if it could.
Sneak sneak sneak...
Inside of the kitchen however it needed to climb up the cabinets to be able to find out if any food was around. It stuck its tongue out before climbing up the nearest one, sniffing around. It could smell coffee and there was a few bags around of beans. The lizard always thought it smelled nice and it couldn’t be bad to try one of the beans again right? It must be better this time.
So the large Lizard tore open one of the bags, and tried eating one of the coffee beans, even if it just ended up spiting it out and letting the rest of the beans fall everywhere making a mess. No it wasn’t going to try that again, and it moved on to finding other types of food that was out.
Mostly the bread that tasted much better than coffee beans did.
Yes, he was quite aware of the spares powers-- knowing what Lucifer had told him, so he had made sure to be prepared. Even if he didn’t have the strength to overpower the other, he was sure to be very very delicate in how he would approach him. Though it was rather hard, he had managed to craft something of the likes of dominion cores to use for his plan. Being in the city long enough... they weren’t perfect, but he supposed neither was the spare that he was going to pay a visit to.
And it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he hung around either, Lucifer was transparent as ever and just with a bit of looking around-- he had realized that even after all these years he was still making coffee. How sickeningly sentimental his creation had made his own.
Walking into the coffee shop, he strode silently but with confidence, up to the counter where he saw the brown haired primarch-- the one Lucifer had tried so desperately to keep him away from. But in the end Lucifer was nothing but broken promises and pathetic, there wasn’t a thing in the entire world that he could do to stop this moment.
‘ Such a lowly job seems much more fitting to you than the title of Supreme Primarch. ’
His voice was cold, as he couldn’t help but smirk at the situation-- yes, the title of Supreme Primarch could never belong to someone as irrational and impure as this brat.
‘ Let me taste the coffee that your creator seemed to love so. ’
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It was a simple winter evening, watching people passing by as his gaze slowly was drawn toward the primarch by his side. Perhaps a simple outing, as he had wanted to get to know Sandalphon more– something about him was captivating. Perhaps it was only chance that he had come to his aid, but perhaps it was fate… the world was mysterious, just like the one next to him.
Perhaps it was only a coincidence that he noticed the small plant hanging about the doorway they were entering.
What a strange feeling, coming along with this strange situation that made his fingers tingle softly. Eyelids flickering softly as he looked up to see the small plant hanging above their head. It wasn’t a foreign sight to him, whether it was in the Skyrealm or here– he had been approached many times since he offered to lend the Captain his aid.
It was just like Valentines day or any gift giving day, people were always so captivated by him– offering him meaningless platitudes of chocolates and gifts. Such things he couldn’t care less for… but experiencing the local traditions that he had watched others participate in. If he could describe it in one word… it was happy.
‘ …Human traditions are rather strange, don’t you think? ’
Surely they were strange, there was no doubt in his mind about that– giving a sign of affection merely for walking under a traditional holiday plant was baffling to his own thoughts; but that only made them all the more interesting. Speaking up with his voice soft and words sweet,
‘ I know neither of us have sentiments towards these traditions, but I still wish to experience them. ’
With that, the angel decided to finally move, his wings fluttering softly as he felt the snow falling gently on this cool winter night.
Leaning down, he placed a hand softly on the other’s cheek; holding it in place for what he was about to do next. His lips barely touched the edges of Sandalphon’s lips, only leaving the soft sensation of a peck there– just barely touching them. The angel knew that if it was any more, he might lash out. A fleeting moment, but it was one that Lucio would cherish.
Before he could move away, he leaned closer to whisper in the other’s ear, words that only would reach the primarch.
‘ …Thank you for allowing me such an indulgence as this, Supreme Primarch. ’
It’s a few seconds, before he does anything else, considering all his options.
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If you do congratulations, it’s a wide-shot of a ruined building, blood splattered along the ground and wall- all connecting at a single man, armor battered, various parts of his garments covered in that deep red- pinned to a wall with a sword straight through where a heart SHOULD be.
The sun is at such an angle that there’s almost a glow to all the red, a little sparkle. From his back are two brown wings, struggling to remain upright- Reminiscent of a hawk’s perhaps. Though if you asked the sender he’d say it was a Sparrow.
Despite his predicament there’s an anger in his eyes- red hues flaring throughout defiantly, yet struggling, in pain. Will he be able to escape this situation??
Good evening, I’m here to app Sandalphon (Granblue Fantasy, avengingprimal), Riku Nanase (IDOLiSH7, idolish7center) and Chrono Shindou (Cardfight!! Vanguard G, chroyes) to Isola! Thanks for all of the hard work!
Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!
You will be housed in APARTMENT 309.Riku will be housed in CONDO 409.Chrono will be housed in HOUSE 109.
The days that passed were spent in a quiet tension beneath a dark cloud that had yet to lift from the house of angels. But in spite of Lucilius’ impending threat against him, Lucifer was far more preoccupied with what he could do to rectify the situation.
He had realized the folly of his actions already, and he knew words would be meaningless when it was those same words that had betrayed Sandalphon’s trust before. The only thing left was action.
But what could he do?
Sandalphon refused to even remain in the same room as him, and though the behaviour brought back painful memories of what had transpired 2000 years ago, Lucifer knew the root cause this time. How could he best communicate his earnest desire to make up for it?
The answer is as it had always been.
When faced with his inability to convey his personal messages properly, Lucifer sought out a medium.
That medium...being coffee.
And so, in the days that passed, Lucifer confined himself within his room and took to book instead.
A few days later, Lucifer headed out into the dawn alone.
He had discovered it in his books--an elusive species of coffea that had adapted to the high-humidity and low-light conditions of the Mistwoods. Supposedly, it wasn’t so much as rare as it was difficult to access. The plant was found in the depths of the forest where hostile creatures known as “denizens” frequented. These Denizens would attack and kill outsiders that dared wander into their territory, making harvest all but impossible.
But Lucifer was no normal outsider.
He entered the Mistwoods with purpose, his careful, long strides taking him deeper and deeper into the forest. Fallen foilage and wet soil gave way under his feet, but he pressed onward, scanning the ground for any sign of the plant.
And then, he found it.
In fact, he found many. The clearing he had entered was practically surrounded in shrubs, each bearing bunches of a bright red fruit. It was certainly a jackpot, as skydwellers would say... All he had to do now was gather the fruit and bring it back, hopefully without Sandalphon noticing, so he could surprise him later--
--but things would never be that easy.
“...”
He sensed the claw coming down on him before he heard it and leapt out of the way. The moment his feet touched the ground again, he whirled around with one of his swords drawn to face his adversary.
A hulking four-legged black beast--a Denizen--much like the one Lucifer had encountered before and saved his copy from. Unlike that one, this one had a clearly defined snout and jaws lined with serrated teeth that oozed black saliva. Spines emerged haphazardly from its back and bristled as a thorny tail whipped back and forth. Glowing red eyes fixed themselves on the primarch as it let off a guttural shriek and charged forward again, intent on shredding Lucifer to pieces with its claws.
Lucifer was prepared for the forward charge, leaping high over the beast as it charged at him. A single mid-air spin brought his katanas whirling into the Denizen’s back, carving a chunk of black flesh out. With a screech, the beast faltered and fell as Lucifer landed nimbly on his feet again.
But it wasn’t over. The Denizen spun around, swinging its thick tail with it. Lucifer leapt again, but only to jam his sword into the base of the limb. It bucked again and again, attempting to throw the primarch, but to no avail. In a sickening squelch, Lucifer lopped the tail off at the base and allowed himself to fall away again as the beast fell forward, its balance lost.
Or was it?
With a snarl, the enraged monster turned on Lucifer again, hissing and spitting. Saliva spewed from its mouth in a stream and Lucifer dove to the side in the nick of time. The jet struck the tree behind him, reducing it to a melted snag in an instant. Another jet followed, and then another, forcing Lucifer to run in a wide girth around the beast. He would never be able to get close so long as it had this attack in its arsenal.
But neither had Lucifer exhausted his own arsenal. Glowing red eyes followed him as he skidded to a halt, but as another stream of acidic saliva bore down on him, Lucifer held out his hands.
A golden barrier blinked into existence, stopping the attack in its tracks. But the beast was relentless, having struck its target and intending on wearing him down. He needed another diversion...
Luckily, he had one. His second katana flew from its sheathe at his command without him even touching it, flying forward and lodging itself deep in one of the beast’s red eyes. The stream of acid fell away as the beast roared, but no sooner did Lucifer’s third katana bury itself in the beast’s other eye, blinding it completely. It writhed and shrieked, attempting to shake the blades from its eyes, but the skirmish had already been decided.
In a single, fluid movement, Lucifer lunged forward and sliced the Denizen in two.
Its screams went silent and it fell still, its bisected halves falling away from one another and disintegrating into black tendrils. The battle had been won, and with a small sigh, Lucifer flicked the black blood from his blade. An unfortunate setback, but hopefully that would be the end of that and he could gather the fruit and make his way back before--
“--?!”
A black shape flew from the shadows and struck him in the abdomen, flinging him back like a rag doll. The unexpected attack left him unable to catch his footing on the ground, and he crashed painfully onto his back before rolling unsteadily onto his feet and looking up.
It had been a tail. Belonging to another Denizen. How careless of him... Of course there would be others, he had simply failed to sense them coming in the aftermath of the battle.
He suddenly realized that his hand was empty of his swords.
His katana had been knocked just barely out of reach. But he could still make a grab for it now if he moved quickly--
--a hope that was quickly extinguished when a claw came down on the fallen blade.
A third Denizen.
Lucifer’s eyes widened. One behind him, and one looming right over him, its mouth about to snap shut on him. There was nowhere for him to run.
Was this how it would end?
He didn’t even get to apologize properly to Sandalphon.
The irony was painful.
But perhaps it was what he deserved, for hurting him this time too.
