Swallowing Pride [Closed RP]
Lucifer sat cross legged under a baking sun, one hand digging into the dirt of the tableau he was perched upon. He'd picked somewhere in the heart of Africa for a reason- it was hot enough he could pretend he was warm. The barbs and jibes of the Leviathans rattled around the inside of his head like marbles in a tin.
Abomination. Morningstar your light is beginning to dim in our eyes. You should be ashamed.
They had cut too close to the bone, with their taunts. All because once, in a moment of weakness, of insanity, locked alone in the cage... he'd wondered if he could be human. If it would mean being forgiven.
The cold shame of it still curled in his breast, and he looked skyward as if the sun would give him answers. He knew it wouldn't- there was one place he could go for that, and... And it was the only option left. Shutting his eyes, Lucifer began to do something he hadn't done in a very long time. "Yahweh... Please. I want to talk to you."
He began to pray.
