Greet An Old Face [Lucy, Dams, Azazel]

[ash]

There was low foot steps heading Lucifer's Domain. The fallen angel was that of a black haired women, that has the skin of the bright white snow. Her eyes were dark brown. This female was named Ashley Evans, but everyone had known her by the angel of love till she fell out of heaven. She now goes by a different name, Ash, it has the meaning of the hard heart she holds, it was spit in too and now her heart is dust. She walked into the huge room to see a few guards standing around, all being fallen angels of course. She wasn't sure if any demons were around, she wasn't looking or caring for that matter. She stopped in the middle of the room till the fallen angel walked towards her. She couldn't help but give a smirk and he told her to follow her.

She wasn't sure if Lucifer was expecting her to come or not, but if he wasn't he was sure going to be in one hell of a surprise to see an old face from heaven down here. She stopped to see the fallen angel knock on the door, another fallen angel had opened the doors when given permission and the other fallen angel moved out of her way so that she could continue moving forward to meet up with Lucifer. The doors shut before her and there were yet more doors, another demon led her to more doors and knocked on it again. She stood back not sure if this was the male room or not, but then the fallen angel had left for some reason. She stared at the door for a long second before she put her hand out to touch the handle, and she slowly opened the door to peak inside.

She walked into the room, surprise had filled her eyes. She had remembered god's words but Lucifer was nothing like it. She looked around the room as if forgetting why she had come before looking towards the place she though him to be at. "Lucifer..." Her voice was low as if at first to hid shame for coming in the first place. She gave a small bow to him, in her mind she would of been happy if he hadn't seen it, she wasn't one that enjoyed bowing in front of others. "Long time, no see." She finally added just thinking of before when Lucifer was called the first to sin, and how she believed it as a lie now, since she no longer believed it was a sin he had done, and that god had just lied about it to begin with.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer did not spend all his time in the confides of the realm of hell. He preferred to frequent earth with all the yummy tasty sins. But he was down in the pits, up in the large castle of fire and brimstone reading over some very interesting texts one of his followers had discovered. Mulling over the Latin scriptures, the harsh, strong smell of sulpha washed over him as the souls of the sinned burned in damnation out through the window. He cast his eye out and smiled, giving a shrug and returning to the scripture. Lucifer did not appear human, the fact he was not human explained that, but in hell he did not cast any glamour over his appearance. He sat at his large stone desk, upon a marble chair with his large oily black wings arching over him, casting a dark shadow across the table. His hair was straight, pushed back from his face, revealing the now heavily tanned skin from the fires themselves.

His black pools moved suddenly to the door, sensing a power approaching. He knew the flavour, but impossible. No way would the Angel Ash be here, the angel of love, pure hearted emotions and human nature idealised. The door opened and Lucifer grinned in utter amusement. Ash had fallen. He had not been made aware, maybe gossip was slow these days. He laughed lightly as she spoke; admiring that she had fallen and taken on a female gender.

“Ashley Evans,” he had always wondered why so many Angels, and fallen Angels took on last names, did they honestly see themselves that close to humanity? “Where is the scent of roses and butterfly wings my dear, has grace left your side and plunged you into darkness...I must say, it suits you very well.”
He rolled his shoulders and his wings seamed to slip away into shadows, vanishing from site. He raised his right hand up and gestured for her to take a seat before him, “So pray tell darling, what has forced you so far from grace?”

[Damian]

Damian sat in a large, throne-like chair made of steel and iron ore, directly from the core of Earth, shirtless with only a pair of black jeans to cloth him. The chair was large and cusioned in violet velvet, with pure gold flakes speckled across it like glitter. It had been Lucifer's at one point, but he had handed it over to Damian because of a bet. Lucifer had known Damian admired the chair, and offered to give it to him if Damian sat in a bathtub full of snakes for a mintue. Damian wouldn't do it, the fallen angel hated snakes. There was no particular reason as to why he didn't like the reptiles, they just gave him the wiggens. So, since Damian wouldn't do it, Lucifer pushed him into the tub. Damian remained in the tub until the snakes were gone, afriad to move, and he won the chair. And the brother-like relationship Damian and Lucifer had never once faltered.

The sound of footsteps tapping gently against the marble floor of the Underworld reached Damian's ears. His translucently, husky blue eyes shut tighter at the irritation the sound gave him. Tossing in the soft velvet of the throne, a small groan seeped through his lips and he threw an arm over his head in hopes of muffling out the sound. His arm tossled is brown curls, and he had to push them out of his face with his other hand. It didn't work, and as soon as another step fell to the floor, his eyes snapped open angrily. Damian wasn't a morning person, whether time existed in Hell or not.

Once the Hell angel was awake, there was no way he could go back to sleep. Damian let another groan, louder this time and more obnoxious, fall from his vocal chords in a deep sound. The footsteps were closer now, and there seemed to be more of them. He listened to the sound get closer, then it was next to him, and it was gone and fading in the distance once again. Damian raised a quizzical brow as he stood and strode casually over toward the door of his 'room,' that used to be the conference room. He peered out into the hall and looked to where the stepfoots had faded, blue eyes darting back and forth until he spotted what he was looking for. There, a woman and a couple of gaurds taking her to Lucifer's office. The woman had fallen from grace, just as he and Lucifer had, he could tell by the sparkling white of her skin and the shimmer of her hair. Humans didn't have the same natural beauty that angels had, fallen or not.

Quietly, Damien snuck out onto the marble floor, sliding slighting in his black socks. He tip-toed after them, and as one of the gaurds looked back, Damian put a finger to his lips and glared. The gaurd rolled his eyes and went back to his business. A malicious grin curved at the corners of Damian's pale lips, and he followed after them carefully. As he reached the doors, the woman went already inside, the gaurds stood erect on each side. Damian looked them each in the eyes, and one flinched. He was the commanding general of the Underworld, after all. For a moment, he contemplated on waiting outside for the woman to come out, and then he could see Lucifer, but he thought otherwise. Screw it. And he didn't give the gaurds a second look, bursting in through the double doors dramatically with a smirk on his face.
"Luci, you can't keep them all to yourself!" He laughed and went up casually, almost strutting, to where Lucifer sat.

[ash]

Ash happened to look at his skin, it was tanned as she had though but never really looked that hard before. She tired to hold a smile as she let him laugh, had it been her as an angel who had cared to be here she would of said something rude to him for laughing, but since she had fallen she didn't care about her falling being funny any longer. She had many reasons for taking the female gender, one was because she just happened to like guys and didn't want to be known gay and so she had the female body so that she could look tough and pretty. She looked at him as he said her name, "Ashley Evans, or just Ash." She had answered him back, but truly didn't care which he called her at that time.

"Why do you wish for the scent of roses and butterfly wings to come back? Another male took that job and here I am, I guess I can say with no regrets that I turned to the dark side after I fall over the other angel who proved he was better, as if..." She had mumbled the last part under her breath. "I don't think anything suits me now of days." She watched him closely just studying him for a long moment. She watched him move his hand for her to take and seat and she moved forward and took it. "I heard you were planning a war against heaven. Where do I sign up at?" She couldn't help but smile finally, it was true, if you couldn't beat them, you should join them. She then answered his next question, "Grace left me when I fell, so I don't find any need to keep it in my heart."


She then heard a noise from behide her and turned to see Damian walk in and then walked over to Lucifer. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, not that she cared for much respect but he had acted like she wasn’t even there, and when he made his comment she bit her lip as if to keep herself quiet. He was always like that, thinking I belong to someone just because my figure was that of a women. She leaned more against the chair, something about seeing Damian again came to her, and she wasn’t planning on seeing him again. “You just couldn’t have me in here for one second without coming in, could you Damian… Its not like I was trying to hid something from you either, you were bond to find out sooner or later even if you didn’t happen to care about it.” She spoke in a soft voice, she wasn’t one for yelling, she never was but could if needed.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer kicked back in his chair, resting his legs on the desk and casting what appeared to be a very bemused look at Ash. His attention was turned to Damian as he walked in, he gave his brother in arms a nod and a wink. Lucifer had many that chose to follow him in the revolt against heaven, but none as loyally as Damian. Damian did not suck up, piss him off like so many. Damian spoke his mind and it was something Lucifer admired greatly in the fallen angel. But most of all Damian enjoyed the great many fun things that could be accomplished on earth, they could often be found acting like two teenagers making complete drunken fools of them selves.

Lucifer moved his eyes back to Ash and listened as she asked where she could sign up for the war against Heaven. This brought out a long, heart felt laugh from deep with in Lucifer's chest.

"Oh, Ash...Ash...Ash..." He shook his head, "Is that what the Angels say up in heaven, that i am planning another war...Darling, the first war is not over hunney bun, just because I was cast out, because i fell, and took so many with me...Just because Heaven no longer carries the stain of the blood of Angels from my blade does not mean the war ended. I, unlike popular Myth, am not a naturally violent man, I am too intelligent for that. I believe wars can be won by careful planning, small little gestures, and winning Man Kind."

Lucifer rose up from his chair and walked over to the window that looked out into the fiery pits, "See all those souls, so many....Heaven is growing empty, and hell is growing full...We do not have rules and regulations preventing you from entering, I do not state what a person can and can not do...Evil they say i am, but honest is how i describe my self. I do not hide behind false pretenses and scriptures written by fanatics. A new age is upon us, yes, we take the sinners of mankind and we burn their souls eternally, but now, more and more are bargaining with us, more are requesting to come here rather than Heaven....How can there be a God if no one believes in him, if no one wants him...this is the war we fight, to bring Man kind to a better level of understanding, to realize how flawed and fickle God is. Free will is a mighty grand thing, so easy for a human soul to change direction...."

After his lecture ended Lucifer turned back to Ash and smiled, "I never turn away a possible follower in the cause Ash, i do not judge sins or mistakes, i do judge progress and dedication..are you dedicated Ash?"

[Azazel]

"Yes, dedication is all we require. We're not as picky ad He above," Azazel said as he strode into the room. He'd only caught the end of the conversation, but understood the gist of it. Another fallen angel thinking they were launching an all-out bloody war against heaven. That would be stupid. Winning over the legions would be their success, not sheer sword against sword. He strode over to Lucifer, running a hand down the fallen angel's shoulder in a sensual manner. Almost everything Azazel did had some sensuality to it. It was in his nature, part of the reason he fell- lust.
"Hello, Lucifer," he said with a somewhat sadistic grin on his face, moving behind the other fallen angel to turn and face Ash.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer heard the familiar tone that was Azazel and smiled and looked up to one of his longest allies. He smiled his usual dark smile to Azazel and then diverted his attention back to Ash. He traced the lines of her body with his eyes, a devious smile crossing his face.

"I am sure you know of Azazel, Such a fantastic reputation he has built for himself, almost makes me jealous." Lucifer flashed a wink at Azazel and left with a small chuckle. He was studying everything Ash did, if she truly wanted to align herself with him he would need to know everything about her.


"So tell me why i should want you aside me Ash, what can your bring that would make me want you aligned with me?"

[Damian]

At first, Damian didn't recognize the female voice coming from behind him. He never did take a moment to look and see who it was he had followed, only pursued on instinct and curiosity. Still looking at Lucifer, he raised a brow and swiftled turned toward the female. Ash... A sly grin unfolded at his realization, and he lowered his head maliciously.

"Well if it isn't my dear friend, Ash." Casually, he strode over to her, and stalked around her inspectively.

"Ashie, you couldn't stand to stay up there too long without me, could you?" He said in mock reply to her earlier statement.

Damian listened as Lucifer explained their rebolt against Heaven, watching the expressions come across Ash's face. She wanted to join them, the angel of Love? How..peculiar. How were they to know it wasn't a trap, or that God was planting her as a spy into their quarters. Of course, God was too frightened to take risks with the stakes so high. After all, the angel had fallen. He could sense the aura around her, and there was hardly a way for her to be in here without Lucifer taking him here herself if she were an angel.

Before Damian could make another witty comment, there was an intruder, much like he had been. Of course, he wasn't exactly intruding. He was the commanding general and had only one who would deny him, Lucifer himself. This person stormed in without so much as a knock, or a signal. It was Azazel, a fallen who he had almost buttheads with on plenty occasions. They both had the same cocky and strong personality. but, Damian hardly payed him attention. After all, he was commanding general, and only Lucifer could de-rank him. And Damian was positive that his best friend wouldn't do that.

"Azazel." He smirked and nodded toward him in acknowledgement. He then drew his attention back upon the fallen Love angel as Lucifer did.

[ash]

"Damian, first off its Ash not Ashie, I didn't fall for anyone." Ash rolled her eyes at the comment, they never did change that much. She listened to the whole story of the war between heaven and hell and then made her comment back. "Well I had to figure out someway to put in words what you might be doing down here." She shrugged her shoulders before hearing yet another voice walking in, her eyes turned to meet Azazel as he spoke to her, they were all big flirts one way or another. She controlled herself when he had ran his hand along her shoulder. She didn't move from the chair for a long moment, she hadn't really come with the full answers as to way she wanted to just join it was sort of a lust. "For someone who doesn't turn away a possible follower in this cause, you sure have your way of making someone want to leave and not wish to answer."

She paused before standing up again, "Who else could mentor or lead those other female follows if your male general over there fails? I am only speaking from a womens point of view, and I rather not stat my progress and dedication in front of them, those why not I just let you test me on it for yourself so that you can still be the judge and you can't come back later saying the old angel of love hasn't lost her touch of grace over you." She stood up from the chair seeing Lucifer was staring at her and then looked at the three of them, "Make sure you are watching my face and attitude more then what I happen to wear or what so happens to be under my clothes." She warned but was not threating him in anyway, but she just hate to see him pull a mistake over liking her when he didn't see how she really acted. "Seems like others wish to speak with you though, so this should continue another time when you are less busy."

She turned to leave, not sure how he would react about her, but deep down she just hated interviews and the fact that two other male fallen angels had walked in. She was having a hard time controlling herself from the three of them.

[Azazel]

Azazel grinned back at Lucifer, before looking at Damian. Azazel nodded his greeting to Damian. The two had two ways around each other, either butting heads due to too similar personalities, or they got along marvelously. It usually depended mostly on the situation at hand.
He watched Ash as she tried to explain why she wished to join the cause. Many who came didn't know exactly why they chose to want to join them. Then she made the comment of them mentally undressing her instead of paying attention to what she was saying.
"Oh, Ash, why would we ever attempt such a thing when talking about such serious matters?," he said with a sexy grin, his eyes jesting just a bit, "But now that you've put the idea in our minds...who knows what may happen? Though, of course, that can wait until the important parts of your conversation with Lucifer is over..."