The Storm is coming (Fallen Angels)

[Satan]

His eyes moved from one fallen to the other. Those hues of absence just stared through them almost seeing them in their true forms. “Fraciel, Lucifer, Damian, Azazel and she whose name escapes me... I have returned as I said I would, when my blood is spilt.” He lifted Lamashtu’s body from his own as he took a step down from the throne and turned to place her upon the twisted metal. Under her body ruby cushions blossomed cradling her as the wounds would slowly heal but remain ever present.

“Fraciel you flatter me with your politeness, So unlike your brothers that have taken up residence in my domain. When the God of the heavens and I used to kick it we would create together. The land would be shared equally I am the drive of the hunters, the chaos and the blood lust that lives within many. If not all.” He now turned back to those gathered. With a motion of his hand his palm faced upward. His fingers slowly curling into a fist.

“You seem so shocked, it is almost as though you have forgotten what I said. I shall sleep till my blood be spilt.” He now stepped closer and closer to Lucifer and Damian. “Hell shall be readjusted to my liking. You can keep your rooms, I’ll fashion more, but I am the Ruler here Lucifer. You and your friends are welcome to stay keep your own titles but know that they are not the same as those in hell. Those of my breeds.”

His attention quickly transferred back to Lucifer as those eyes locked onto his. “Lucifer... My Prince.” He paused to grin widely. “Lamashtu tried to warn you of her mothers dealings. Lilith wanted hell to herself and she wished to use the girl against you. Or her powers, But she loves you. Love is such a strange thing for a demon yet she was given a gift by that angel and I am glad he did so. Or I might be missing such a beautiful face.”

Once more he started laughing. “It is good to be back, Now I could stretch my...” The roll of his shoulders and the twisting of his spine caused the joints to crack soundly.

[Azazel]

Azazel wished he could somehow be as non-chalant as Damian was managing. He figured he was as concerned as he himself was, but he looked like he could care less, whereas Azazel looked blank, like no one was home. He wanted to go kill Lilith himself for bringing this upon them, knowingly. Damn demon. Well, they were all damned so...

He watched Satan and Lamashtu. Her blood being spilt was their downfall, and he didn't fault her at all. It wasn't her fault, even Azazel couldn't blame her for something she couldn't stop. His now-black eyes flicked back to Satan, watching him stretch. He wasn't sure he'd want to stay in hell with Satan on the throne. He leaned over and whispered in Lucifer's ear.

"You're right, Hawaii sounds nice."

[Fraciel]

Fraciel was finished here. Now the fallen knew what was happening, and where all of this was going. The things that needed to be said could not be said as long as Satan was here, returned. So the unemotional man turned from the conversations and private musing of the others in the place and walked towards the door. Yes Fraciel turned his back to the scene, and walked out the door. There were other things that needed to be done. Especially now.

[Satan]

((I recall my post so that the others can catch up, Sorry Autumn))

[~Autumn Walker~]

((A small note here, could people please remember posting orders as it's a little unfair to post ahead leaving other characters struggling to catch up))

[Lucifer]

Lucifer felt his skin twitch, his pulse quicken and the great desire to be else where. But, on the other hand he was not about to go give up hell to Satan. He was certainly in a complicated situation. Lucifer moved slowly toward the larg doors leading out of the throne room, he cast his eyes behind to Satan, his pale orbs flashing red with fire. A static feel of electricity filled the air around him and his brow became twisted and wrinkled.

"I have work to do..." Lucifer said and opened the large doors and made quick retreet. He needed time, numbers, forces and power. he just hoped he had enough loyal followers.

[Azazel]

Azazel furrowed his brown as Lucifer took off, and shot a look at Damian, like 'what should do?'. Making a quick decision, he gave a quick half-hearted grin at Satan and took off after Lucifer. As he'd said, they had work to do, if they wanted to be any more than someone else's minions. They'd left heaven to get away from that, to the be their own, well, persons. They weren't about to give up that freedom without any fight at all. Not by a long shot. It would have to be well-orchestrated though. After all, without hell, they had no domain of their own. And Satan had the majority of hell rooting for him.

"So what are we going to do?" he asked Lucifer as he caught up to the fuming Fallen.

[Damian]

Damian didn't follow Lucifer or Azazel. He stayed where he was, staring his cool eyes at Satan. He watched the God of Chaos take his throne, ready to start making changes and becoming Hell's ruler once again. Lucifer was too angered to be here at present to fight for the throne, but Damian understood. Azazel went to see to Lucifer. Being the prince of Hell's commanding general and best friend, Damian stayed and watched silently, almst intimidatingly.

Slowly, carefully, Damian mved closer to the throne and Satan, his hand lightly tracing along a large meeting table. His eyes never left Satan's, and his smile was as cocky and sly as usual.

"Satan." He chuckled with a reassuring type of smile, maybe even a condescending smile depending on how Satan took it.

[Satan]

While his daughter rested on the throne, he stood behind it his hand almost showing a loving caress on the smaller demoness’ broken body. He would have shown his ‘love’ for the child but he could not. Not with those still present. His eyes returned to the one left. “Damian.” He replied to the one that called his name.

“Do you really think I will be as bad as you think I am. Did I not give Lucifer hell to rule in my place? He has done so well, it is not anything any of you have done to wake me. Worry not your heads it is not you I am after unless you give to me reason to do such.” His eyes moved over Damian. “I have not given any of you cause to worry and yet all of you seem so on edge. Lucifer can have his own throne room, you can keep all of your rooms, throw parties have fun. Torture the wicked and the evil.”

He then laughed “But Lilith is mine.”

[Damian]

(I had a long post, but it got erased. D: Im so...pissed. xD So yea...)

Exit Damian.