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Post by Lucifer on Oct 10, 2008 19:13:56 GMT -1
Lucifer paced through his throne room, his arms folded as his brow wrinkled up into a brow. It was not true, it could not be true...after all this time...?
Lucifer shook the though away, his concern clearly noted on his troubled face as he padded barefoot through the trone room, dressed in just leather trousers his heart was in his throat and he wanted to scream, to kill to do anything but the annoying waiting game. All hell was about the break loose and not the fun version either.
"Fallen!" He yelled "Come to me!"
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Post by Azazel on Oct 10, 2008 19:24:04 GMT -1
Azazel heard Lucifer yell, something just short of a scream, and wondered what the hell had happened now. He padded away from his quarters and made his way to Lucifer's throne room. He was one of Lucifer's, well, 'friend' didn't really work, but was about as close of a word for the kind of relationship they had that was in the English language. He got to the throne room and pushed open the door.
He wore a pair of tight black jeans, a red t-shirt, and a black and red striped zip-up hoodie, and was barefoot. He let the door shut with a 'thud' behind him and raised an eyebrow looking at Lucifer's pacing, obviously distressed figure.
"Issues, my liege?" he said, a bit of playfulness sliding out in his addressing of Lucifer. He could rarely call him anything but Lucifer is all seriousness. He walked over to the pacing Fallen and watched him for a moment.
"You'll wear a hole in the floor before long if you don't change paths or something, Lucifer," he said, this time serious. It took quite a bit to get Lucifer this...distressed.
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Post by Lucifer on Oct 10, 2008 19:38:05 GMT -1
Lucifer turned to Azazel, his eyes pure black, no whites showing and in a blink of an eyes his large leathery wings shot out from his back and he continued pacing back and forth.
"Remember what is was like before we fell, the darkness, the screams we would hear from hell when we pushed forth the human sinning souls. Do you remember....?" Lucifer was babbling, in truth he had no idea how to break this to any one, the news he had heard terrified even him. almost twenty thousand years ago, Lucifer had made a name for himself in hell, the self proclaimed price of hell. But he was not the king...no...the king was something else, something...pure evil, darkness, chaos. The epitome of everything god hated. That darkness was the king of hell and the leader of the demons, the evil was Satan. Twenty thousand years ago Satan was defeated by heaven and cast out into the abyss, leaving Lucifer to reign hell.
"He's back...some how..he's crawled his way back..."
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Post by Azazel on Oct 10, 2008 19:46:47 GMT -1
Azazel looked at Lucifer, in a kind of calm shock, as he made his revelation. The sudden shift into an almost-battle ready form by Lucifer had been his second clue that something was seriously wrong, the first being his damn near distraught leader. And now, he needed no third clue to know that hell was about to break loose, in the most literal form. And he had no idea what they were going to do about it.
Azazel watched Lucifer continue to pace as the magnitude of what could, and probably would, happen sunk in. And once it did, he automatically went into a battle-ready form of his own, out of instinct more than anything readily available to fight. His eyes, like Lucifer's, bled solid black, a far cry from their usual copper color, and black feathered wings came forth to show themselves.
"Shit," was all he could come up with to say. Yes, he remembered when they'd first come to hell, to make their own domain. And by all rights, that darkness, Satan, shouldn't have been able to break free.
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Post by Lucifer on Oct 10, 2008 19:50:28 GMT -1
Lucifer laughed, it was not forced, almost crazed, "I would second that notion..." He said and stood still for a moment before pacing back and forth again.
"We are about to be torn in different directions Azazel, we are about to be sucked into a war that is not ours, we will not align with Satan, we are not his creatures, we must remember that we serve no one but our own...."
Lucifer knew if Satan fully gained power again, all of Gods armies would come down to battle him, and that was a war Lucifer did not wish to fight.
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Post by Azazel on Oct 10, 2008 20:04:37 GMT -1
Azazel sat down beside Lucifer's throne.
"We are our own, have been for millenia. We join with Satan to save ourselves from him, we face the wrath, again, of God's armies as they come to put Satan, and his followers, back in their place. And, aside from that, we are no longer our own, but under the power of another. And no matter the battle before them, we cannot join with God's armies, for more reasons than they wouldn't let us. As said before, we Fell to become our own, not to go crawling back to Him," he pondered, lightly chewing on his lip.
"I hear Switzerland's nice this time of year," he said quite seriously, with a sigh.
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Post by Lamashtu on Oct 10, 2008 20:05:24 GMT -1
Her voice came into Lucifer’s domain, his throne room weakly echoing through her domain of hell. Her voice filled with pain as she called to him. It sounded muffled echoed and strained.
‘Lucifer, please... stop.’
On the surface of Earthen realm ten minutes before a mob had cornered Lamashtu, she was fingered as a witch, the mob was a group of back water farmers that seemed were stuck in the days of superstition and witch hunts. They were lead by Lilith who was holding a deformed baby crying that she the child witch had placed a curse upon the child stealing it’s beauty for herself. All the people were innocent in the Demon’s eyes she could not lift a finger against them.
They grabbed her but not how you would think. It was not with hands that she was held they latched ropes onto her body and dragged her from where she stood. Latching her to an ‘X’ they then hammered nails through her wrists and her ankles. At first there was no blood falling and by Lilith’s orders to her followers who followed her blindly a dagger was brought. The silver gleamed. They splashed the child demon with Holy water and as she fought against them their prayers began hurting her. Blood began flowing from the wounds. As a man who considered himself of pure faith and Lilith his wife took hold of the dagger.
‘Lucifer!’ She screamed though the bowels of hell unable to escape the earthen realm.
Droplets of blood fell from the ceiling splashing against the ground just as they fell from the wooden beams. A scream shook the very core of hell as she disappeared from the world above falling through the ceiling, her mortal form falling to the ground, seeming very ungraceful; nothing like the demon she was. Her smaller body would crash into the ground, her clothing or what was left of it resembled what a child would wear to church on Sunday. A very frilly dress speaking of purity and innocence. Not something that belonged in hell.
The demon was crying. Fighting to pull something from her chest but she could not hold it her hands bled her fingers unable to grip the hilt. There stuck between her ribs was that of a dagger obviously missing it’s intended spot. Slowly the crown of horns broke the skin inching their way out.
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Post by Lucifer on Oct 11, 2008 13:25:46 GMT -1
“Or Hawaii...” Lucifer was about to comment back to Azazel when she stopped mid sentence, his eyes looking upward, his head tilting as if hearing something.
“Lamashtu?” He queried and soon an answer fell before him. Literally.
Lucifer fell to his knees, bending over the demoness and clutching the knife in her chest. His hand moved to her brow and his eyes flashed with fire.
“This will hurt...” He said to her and pulled out the blade, tossing it aside and placing his free hand over the wound. A dark, eerie shadow fell over them both and covered them in darkness.
“Lamashtu....what happened?” her wounds were extensive, but they would not kill her, how severe they were he could not tell, but he believed the demoness could heal herself.
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Post by Azazel on Oct 11, 2008 16:08:05 GMT -1
Azazel was about to comment on how he didn't tan well when the demon fell through the roof. He jumped a bit. Lucifer freaking out was one thing- A demon falling through the ceiling, bleeding with a knife stuck out of her was another. And even less expected.
"Lamashtu?" He went over with Lucifer and watched him pull out the blade and knew it had to hurt something awful. She was bloodied, beaten, and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened. But he stayed silent. Lucifer would ask any question he could possibly have, he knew. They'd get answers. It just may not be right then. He looked down at the demon who looked like a human child, and, had he not known her nature, he might have thought her as innocent as the human child she resembled. But Azazel was not so easily fooled by looks.
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Post by Lamashtu on Oct 11, 2008 16:20:12 GMT -1
As his hand curled around the knife he would feel a certain familiarity about it. It was something considered to be a holy weapon. The other hand on her brow had her eyes move to his, the innocent blue being engulfed by the black of her demonic form. As the blade was pulled from her she screamed her back arching to follow the blade as the withdrawal hurt just as much as it’s entrance and more than it sleeping there.
Of course it hurt, and the expressions hurting like hell was certainly something that it did. His hand over the wound caused her to gasp under his fingers her skin became the shade of lavender, the markings slowly becoming visible as the crown of horns grew to it’s full length. “Lilith...” she whispered. “She tried to... she tricked the innocent... My blood is spilt...” One hand reached up to his cheek gently caressing his features. Her cloven hooves those that matched her 'father’s' growing over her horridly lengthing feet.
“I am sorry... Lucifer” she whispered softly. “I couldn’t tell you, I could not... I wanted to... but you... protect her...” Her breathing was ragged and from her lips blood spilt. “I couldn’t tell her... she wouldn’t believe me... she still thought she was his... She never saw me like this... like him...”
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