@reverxnce con’t.d;; Lucifer & Ezekiel.
Ezekiel wasn't used to receiving fresh-faced visitors at the moment, not with the rut the town had found itself in, yet again. This time it came in the form of a poor harvest. This was something they had been through before, but this time...this time, it was practically non-existent. And it wasn't too long before the sickness had followed, the people left vulnerable by poor nourishment.
Anyone with half a brain who happened upon the place in its present state turned around and left immediately.
As such, the last thing Ezekiel expected was a stranger to have unwittingly listened in on his plea, which he offered earnestly up with hands clasped and head inclined desperately towards the Heavens.
"Please, Lord - the people in this town are good, hardworking people. I beseech you with all my heart, do not let them starve! We have come through so much as it is. Why should we have been allowed the strength to conquer wave upon wave of plague, famine, and drought only to be left to perish now?
Please. There are families and children here. Tell me what I can do - guide me! I beg you; send us something - anything..."
'Tis a PITIFUL sight indeed. A scene not unfamiliar to the Fallen at all. One has to wonder how many others just like it were occuring around the world in this exact moment. He had reached the town via the usual aimless wandering and found himself trapped there by sympathy alone. He did not have most of his original power, but perhaps there was something he could do. He could intervene, somehow. Make a difference. And after so long spent on Earth, he could not turn a blind eye to the most desperate of humans.
"'Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial.' How long has this trial lasted, Reverend?" The query comes from one of the wooden pews which Lucifer leans against, arms crossed over his chest.