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‘Pandemonium’ ? Is that what these people called this place?
Compared to the crimson horizon this place was still a sweet summer beach vacation. It was funny at least, watching people gather points- watching them try to extend hands to help each other.
And the best was of course when he took it all away- never quick of course. He always needed to see that look on their face. The pain, the hurt. None of them compare though, to the best he’s ever seen.
So many thousands of years ago. That betrayal was the best, the confusion above all else. Wanting to believe so fully that situation was different . . . In that moment the archangel isn’t sure he’s ever actually felt better.
So when he sees the lost swan looking around aimlessly he can’t help but wonder, whats happened to you now? He definitely didn’t put that look on their face. Although he might wish that he did.
Dark mist swirls around his hand, purple sparkles inside the fog, he weaves it more and more- until his form starts to shift, his usual attire replaced with something far more formal- a white uniform, his purple boa replaced by a red sash. Ugh, this outfit had always been so stuffy.
But the mist doesn’t stop there, like a puppeteer he pulls the strings of reality around his old friend. Monsters they know, monsters they are familiar with, fought hundreds of times. Otherwordly beings, snakelike in shape- probably just demons to others. Their eternal enemy. They crawl out of the shadows, out of the sewers, brandishing their weapons- their magic. They’ll surround him on all sides and then when things look bleak . . .
He’ll have fun with this one last time.They’ll be fighting side by side-
Aren’t you happy Luci, maybe it was all just a bad dream? Or did you finally learn your lesson?