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M!A - Minotaur || Open
“Then that is a shame."
Lucifer seemed outwardly unharmed -
- not that he cared -
- which bore omens better than what could have been.
The utter silence echoing through the rest of the building didn’t.
“I do not," he admitted, somewhat reluctantly.
He’d been somewhere vaguely humid, blood on his tongue, then here.
“It may be important to know how to leave."
❝Not through the doors.❞
Not the ones in the lobby, anyway.
❝-- they won't open. I've tried.❞
Numerous times. With numerous methods. If she couldn't force them open, she was willing to bet that Samhain couldn't, either.
It meant nothing good.
(It didn't necessarily mean something bad --
but that changed nothing.)
M!A - Minotaur || Open
Leaning against the wall, chest heaving, Samhain set his jaw. Not even the reassuring weight of the sword in his hand could let him relax, the unfamiliar walls of wherever he was closing him in.
Still.
He was still him, which was an improvement on many other times he had woken up in strange places.
Moving forwards, he narrowed his eyes, carefully taking in his surroundings. There was an almost solid certainty that he hadn’t been there before.
He stepped quietly on the carpet.
There was silence from behind the various doors, numbers embossed on heavy wood. Even -
Someone called out, and he twisted around, lifting his sword before his mind caught up with his arm.
A moment. “Lucifer."
Unexpected was was word for it. “Do you know where this is?"
❝-- Samhain.❞
That was an improvement on most other people who it could have been, at least.
The hall had the same wallpaper as downstairs had, in the entrance hallway -- the doors pale, white, with gold numbers standing out on them. 01. 02. 03. It went on.
The carpet was red, too, with patterns of white and gold -- it seemed to be a recurring theme. Asmodeus would hate it.
❝I was hoping that you would.❞
Well. It was a hotel, presumably. She knew that much.
Unfortunately, that wasn't much.
❝-- do you know how you got here?❞
M!A: Minotaur. Have fun.
// posted.
M!A - Minotaur || Open
-- where was she?
(it was dusty, she noted, picking herself up from where she'd been slumped against a desk, and red. and she couldn't remember, for the life of her, how she'd come to be there.)
The silence was eerie, almost. She readjusted her neckerchief, dust disappearing from her coat as soon as she thought about it doing so.
There was no use staying. Walking to the doors, she tugged on the handle -- once, twice, again --
it broke off. They remained closed, even as she tried to force them open with her mind.
Eyes narrowed, she turned around. Well, then.
At least in the dimly lit entrance hall -- there didn't seem to be any other signs of life.
And then, interrupting the dead silence -- something creaked above her. A door shutting, a staircase --
no matter. She was already making her way upwards.
❝-- who's there?❞
Doctor Who Monster Inspired Magic Anons
Silence: When people look away from you, they forget who you are, and everything they've ever done with you but remember again when they see you. Lasts for as long as anon decides
Cybermen: You are completely devoid of emotion, positive or negative, for as long as the anon decides or until someone makes you realize what you have become by either overriding the emotional inhibitor or breaking through to you on an emotional level.
Daleks: You are the perfect being of creation and everybody should be like you. Those who aren't like you must be annihilated. Lasts as long as the anon says.
Weeping Angels: Whenever you feel that either yourself or someone you care about is under serious threat you remain aware but become quantum locked and frozen in place. You unfreeze when the danger is past or someone calms you down.
Family of blood: You are convinced you are going to die soon and are determined to convince any immortals who cross your path to give you their secret to eternal life. This ends after the designated time, or if you are granted immortality.
Judoon: For as long as the anon decides, the law is all and you are the one who upholds it. You do not hear sides, there is only black and white, no grey, no testimony. There is legal and there is illegal. Those who break the law as stipulated by the mun or anon are subject to whatever justice you deem appropriate.
Midnight: You cannot move or speak for yourself. You learn through repetition, repeating everyone who speaks in front of you. You begin by speaking just after them, then at the same time and then you choice someone whose voice you will eventually steal.
Siren: For as long as the anon decides you are dedicated to healing any and all injured people and creatures who cross your path but all other people only get in the way and you are compelled to take the patients where no one can interfere before you are able to help them.
Prisoner Zero: The Atraxi are after you and you must hide. You are able to disguise yourself as anyone you meet but while you are disguised as them, they will fall into a coma. This will last until you are caught or whenever the anon says
Minotaur: You are stuck in a strange hotel. There is no way out but defeating the minotaur. In every room is someone's fear and somewhere in there is yours. If you discover your room with your greatest fear you are marked as the monster's next victim. And as everybody does, you will come to Praise Him.
Dream Lord: What once was you is split in two. An opposite version of you comes into being. If you are good, it is evil; if you are evil it is good and either way will try to teach you an unavoidable self-truth. It will remain there until the truth is realized or the copy is killed.
Madame Kovarian: You keep seeing someone who isn't there, talking to you from behind a hatch in the walls....or are you? Time frame - decided by anon
❝ — then I will make sure not to let Him know.❞
Even if he could tell Him -
- Lucifer had done no wrong to him.
She hadn’t wanted to kill him, before, just to talk.
There was no reason for that to change.
❝I do not pretend to be concerned, Lucifer.❞
❝-- yes, you do.❞
Nevermind how obvious it was that he spoke the truth.
She couldn't afford to let herself think that anyone in Heaven held anything but contempt for her --
-- it wasn't just dangerous. It was ridiculous.
They hated her. She hated them. It was the way the universe worked.
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a chance meeting || lucifer & azira || closed
Azira had gone to the library in order to not tempt herself by reading the books in her own bookstore. After all, people would complain if they noticed that the shopkeeper was there and yet the store was not open.
She paused from the book she was looking through. A presence not human, but not angelic…which usually left demon or other… and it seemed more demon than other. She dared a glance, only to make eye contact with the woman. The woman seemed to mutter a sound of irritation and glance away. Well…she supposed if the demon…demoness? Is that what they were called? Either way, she supposed as long as they weren’t causing trouble she wouldn’t act.
She wasn't sure if it scared her that they hadn't acted, after a minute or two.
Perhaps. Or maybe it was relief. Either way, it was odd -- the last time she had seen an angel they had ended up with a sword through their chest, gasping on the ground, mostly because she hadn't had a choice but to kill them.
She didn't regret it, but perhaps she wouldn't have done it, if they'd just left her alone.
Somehow, she seemed to have arrived at Inferno again.
Picking it off the shelves, she let her fingers flick through it, eyes gazing at the pages unseeingly. The Divine Comedy --
it hadn't got everything right, but it had gotten a few things, which was more than could be said for most.
She sighed.
❝Are you looking to take that out?❞
Her eyes flicked up. Of course, humans could never stay out of things. Still -- she may as well.
Wordlessly, she nodded, following him over to the counter. Right next to where the angel was stood. She pulled in some more of her power -- being recognized wasn't the aim here.
❝--Thankyou,❞ she muttered, taking the book from him with her eyes downcast. Tucking it inside her coat, she made her way out of the doors almost immediately -- staying in a building with some unknown angel wasn't the nicest experience.
odia hominum || tasiel & fem!lucifer || closed
The newcomer was surprisingly supportive in a logical way, unlike most were. The best she’d ever had was ‘yeah, I agree.’ before they fucked off again.
"She’s right, you know," smiled Tasiel. Well, smiled. It was a sort of amused pout.
"You are both sinners - hell goers!"
"I am, my friend, precisely the opposite. Though, had I been given more time before I hit this…ungodly place, I suppose you may have been right."
"Neither of you are right. How could you possibly know that you were?" he spat.
"How could you?" Said she, glancing at the woman who had backed her up as she did so.
He stuttered.
"Thought so."
With a roll of her eyes, she took a few steps away, having lost interest. He was a fool, no doubt, but not one who could be…absolved. There was little point, and now she had something more interesting to do.
Moving towards the shops on the other side of the street, she hooked her fingers around the woman’s arm for long enough to tell her to come with her. Something about her was…familiar? Perhaps. Her attitude? She did not know. Whatever it was, she wanted to know more.
Something of an amused look crossed her face, briefly -- he wouldn't be wrong. That was the first thing he'd gotten right since she'd been standing there.
Well. Sort of. Maybe Hell goer wasn't the right term, considering she ruled it.
Still.
He'd gone back to his original argument. And the other woman seemed to be leaving, now, the small crowd seeming to disperse as he desperately tried to keep their attention by waving leaflets. No, there was no point staying.
Fine, then.
She would go back to her shop.
Or at least, she would have, had the other woman's fingers not hooked around her arm for a second. Eyes narrowing, she glanced briefly at where they had been -- again, fine. If they insisted.
(They definitely didn't feel like an angel. At least there was that.)
Coming to a halt next to her on the other side of the road, outside some more shops (luckily, not ones with preachers) she raised an eyebrow. ❝You wanted something?❞
odia hominum || tasiel & fem!lucifer || closed
"I do not think -"
"I am fully aware, sir,"
Had she hackles, they would be raised. Certain humans, she has learned, lacked the ability to interpret the bible in a logical or humane way.
To be frank, she was sick of it. Honestly - what good did it do to stand by a shopping centre and tell innocent bypassers to abstain from promiscuity or homosexuality? None. Exactly none, and Tasiel was certain she did not like activities which both served no purpose and gave her a bad name. She no longer cared much about giving God a bad name (family troubles) but she did not like people who were just wrong.
"For goodness sakes, I am trying to help you people!"
"You are doing anything but. I have seen what he wants -" — people were staring — "- and this is not it,"
"Are you - what?"
"I am an ang-" She stopped herself. “I believe deeply. You are wrong. I have seen what God wants. This is not it."
There was a moment of hesitation.
"I am not an angel."
That would, of course, clear things up completely.
It was always amusing to watch people argue with fundamentalists.
They were odd. Giving Heaven a bad name with the rest of the humans, she was all for --
-- but all the bad things in the world suddenly being her fault had gotten annoying a while ago.
If humans couldn't accept responsibility for fucking everything up for themselves, then they shouldn't do it in the first place. And even if free will didn't exist (it did; she had to believe it did) then it was God's fault, not hers.
Even Asmodeus didn't much like them, and there weren't many humans that he didn't like.
(Not that he didn't find them funny.)
Anything said about her being angel was brushed off, mostly; she didn't seem like an angel. She didn't have Grace. It would be fine, she told herself.
The man cleared his throat.
❝God has told us what he wants,❞ he began, again, ignoring her, ❝and it is--❞
❝If he's God, why does he let it happen?❞
Annoyance seemed to appear in his eyes. Good.
❝What are you talking about?❞
❝Don't be dense. He's the creator of the universe, I'm sure he can stop things that he doesn't want. So why hasn't he?❞
His jaw clenched. ❝Homosexuality, pre-maritial sex, a woman behaving in promiscuous ways--❞
She raised an eyebrow. He glared.
❝They are the work of the Devil, not the Lord!❞
She thought of Asmodeus. Fair enough.
Then again, he wasn't her.
❝Not exactly. Try again.❞
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❝-- I have to say, I didn't expect to see you up here.❞
a chance meeting || lucifer & azira || closed
Maybe becoming a recluse would be a good idea.
Finding angels on Earth tended to be a somewhat rare occurrence. She wasn't sure what was so interesting up in Heaven, but whatever it was, it kept them occupied.
Except for this one, apparently.
There was no way they wouldn't have noticed her presence. All she could hope for was that -- grimacing, she tried to pull as much of her 'Grace' back as she could -- they would think she was just another demon.
They didn't tend to call Heaven down for random demons.
(No, they tried to smite them. But if they did -- she could take one angel.)
(Or two. Or three. Or a lot.)
Her eyes flicked, briefly, to glance at them -- only to be met with them looking back. Breathing out a hissed curse under her breath, she pulled her eyes away again, pretending to interest herself with the poetry section.
She wasn't sure why she'd come to a library when she literally owned a bookshop. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
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❝--Famine.❞
❝Something you needed?❞
He looked at her calmly. ❝I am more than an extension of the Father.❞
(Even if the Father had not been - present, recently.)
It was nothing Hell needed to know.
❝I would be more worried if he knew you were here.❞
❝--Of course you are.❞
Maybe in his opinion. Certainly not in God's. Nobody got to be more than what he wanted them to be there.
❝Don't pretend to be concerned.❞
If God found out she was here -- the worst he could do was send Michael.
She was more than equipped to deal with her ex-brother.
❝He doesn't know. And he won't be finding out.❞
❝It may have been for the best.❞
It did not have the —
kindest things to say about her.
He hadn’t ever known Lucifer, and even he preferred to draw his own conclusions on others, lest he judge.
❝I was looking to buy a book. This is a book shop?❞
❝--You realize I'm aware of the kind of things it says?❞
The kind of things, anyway. Not the details. Although, she doubted Heaven would have left anything of importance to her in a goddamn book.
❝You can't buy anything. That's commonly known as fraternizing with the enemy.❞
Silence, for a split second.
❝Does God know you're here?❞
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