The Storm is coming (Fallen Angels)

[Lucifer]

Lucifer stopped mid step and felt the rising heat against his skin, the flow of immense power rode into the room and he turned then and watched as Satan emerged. There was no hiding place, no way Lucifer could win a battle, but he would at least try to hold onto his dignity and some reign in hell. Hopefully that would buy some time for the angels to come kick Satan's back side. Was he actually hoping Angels would help. Time really was fucking with his head. Satan was not a comforting notion, it was not that Lucifer hated the god of destruction, he just bowed down to no one but himself, where as Satan felt Lucifer should worship him.

"Don't call me Lucy..." Lucifer snarled and looked to his fellow fallen brethren for support, "What do you want Satan?"

[Azazel]

Azazel had managed to jump back away from Lamashtu before Satan had taken full form, and had scrambled over to the formerly-pacing Lucifer's side. He watched the body of Satan form from Lamashtu's blood and was sorely tempted to just run. Switzerland sounded better and better. or Hawaii, as Lucifer had said.

He managed, like Lucifer, to make himself not look so 'oh fuck' by the time Satan started looking about. He forced a smile at the comment about him not changing...much.

"Well, fashion and chemicals do change quite a bit over several millenia," he said, managing to maintain his something-of-a-smile. His black wings had folded close to his back, and he kept himself close to Lucifer.

[Damian]

Damian marched into the room, flinging the brood doors open to make a show of things. He didn't look at the other, knowing everyone was probably here already. The husy-blue eyed fallen could feel their energy radiating off of their bodies. And he knew he was late, as Damian usually was. This time, he was a little weary of being late, knowing that if Lucifer had called all of the fallen, then it must have been for something gravely important. And Damian was the commanding general, he couldn't afford to be late on matters such as these.

But Damian had been far off on the outskirts of the town, a cemetary that he visited monthly. No one but Lucifer knew of this, and Damian wanted to keep it that way. Lucifer was the only one that Damian confided in, the only one he could ever truely trust.Once you have been betrayed by the light, what other choice do you have in losing trust in others, even if it is your own comrads. Lucifer had helped him, the darkness had helped him, when the light could no longer see. Damian owed more to Lucifer than he probably knew.

At the cemetary, Damian had done his usual duties. He hand-picked wild flowers, her favorite kind, and placed them upon her grave. Now, having been years since he started visiting, her grave was covered in flowers; smothered. Most were dead, having been picked from the ground, but few blossomed and grew tall from the soil. Then, he cried. This was the only place he could release his emotions and allow himself to let everything go. His shoulders would slump, and he would wrap his arms around himself for a sense of security. No one would see this, not even Lucifer. He couldn't let the prince see how truely vulnerable his commanding general was.

Now, free of tears and with a change of clothes, Damian marched into the room with a casual air. Upon his face was a definat smirk, a trade-mark to his features. He eyes stayed upon Lucifer, his leader and best friend. The others were merely acquintances, other followers of the dark prince. Sure, maybe he cared for a few of them, but if Lucifer had ever commanded him to assasin one of them, Damian would do it with no question and ease.

"You called, Prince?"


Damian fell to one knee in front of Lucifer, bowing his head in respect. He let his dark wings show transperantly and stretched them as if they had been bound to his body for days. Few feathers fluttered from his back, suddenly becoming tangible, and the smile couldn't be hidden from his face.

[Lucifer]

Damian's timing could not of been more perfect and seeing his favorite fallen brethren stride toward him brought a sense of calm to Lucifer. He lowered his eyes down to Damian as he knelt on one knee and place his hand beneath his chin and pulled him to his feet.

"Perfect timing as ever my brother..." Lucifer smiled and then looked over Damian's shoulder to Satan, "We have company..."

[vespera]

Vespera had totally spaced out for a good bit of the conversation. She didn't catch another fallen arriving, Lucifer's urgent question, or Satan so perfectly flitting into the picture. What was on her mind was what was happening to hell. So many things that had a hard time taking it in. The perfect haven was slowly falling to pieces.

Finally, pulling herself out of the little trance she glanced around. Satan, no doubt, had flitted into the room and acted as if everyone was such a great friend of his. Not to happy about it she fluttered gracefully until she was at Lucifer's side, mostly because being around the demon made her a little uneasy. And the princess of hell didn't exactly like people seeing a flaw in her.

She was going to remain silent unless asked to speak..or she had something to say.

[Fraciel]

Fraciel found himself standing alone, as ever. He didn't mind, his expression never changed when Satan showed himself, Fraciel had nothing to fear. The only reason he had nothing to fear was because the fallen accepted his place. He was brought into existance for the purpose of carrying out the wrath of god, and he would leave existance in a manner befitting such. The thought brought the first hint of emotion out of Fraciel, the briefest hint of a smile. Fraciel would stay where he was, apart from Lucifer and apart from Satan. Watching both.

There were things Fraciel would have liked to say, perhaps that needed to be said. However, they would need to be said when this large red elephant in the middle of the room was not present. Instead the fallen, who had yet to show his wings, assumed an aloof and waiting pose.

[Satan]

Satan continued on his walk to the throne, almost ignoring them all. “Fraciel I didn’t think you would have fallen into the ranks of my prince from heaven’s flock.” Slowly he turned and lowered to the throne which at once began changing and conforming to his will. Metal and stone twisted at odd angles behind him all fanning out to create his Chaos. Ruby hued eyes opened onto those in the hall from the twisted metal of the throne.

Around his head and between his horns lived the whispers of flames. “So Prince of Darkness... Lilith did not tell you of her plan?” He cradled the child demon in his arms still even while he sat on the throne. “She wants hell for herself.” He caressed Lamashtu’s features and the horns. “Blood of my blood she thought she was... Just rest Lamashtu. Don’t stir you will be strong soon enough.”

Those lips curled into a smile then they parted to laughter. The dark menacing laughter brought fire long since dead to erupt from the eyes an mouths of the tormented souls forever set in stone along the hall's walls and pillars. “I’ll bring her to you, broken and mortal filled with sin...” Those eyes opened onto Lucifer and his gathered. “Pretty troupe and a female... I am guessing she holds rank... Dear Luci-fer”

[Fraciel]

Fraciel nodded slightly, his hands lifting his hands from his pockets and picking the unlit, unsmoked cigarette from his lips. He was thinking about what Satan had said, fallen to the ranks of his prince. Up until now Fraciel hadn't had much dealings with Lucifer, and certainly hadn't promised any loyalty to the ranks of fallen he commanded. Fraciel turned his eyes from Satan to Lucifer, and back to Satan. He nodded. In this, he supposed, the fallen would need to stick together in order to have the strength necissary to pull through the trials to come.

"this is where I was needed, Lord of Chaos"

Fraciel was being a bit sneaky, this is where he was assuming Lucifer was listening to the short exchange, and wasn't arrogant enough to believe Fraciel had ever promised anything of the sort before. Still, from what the one fallen knew of the other, Lucifer was swift enough to know what was meant with the statement. Fraciel glanced up and looked at the smoke that he had pulled from his mouth, and then flicked it to the base of Satan's new seat.

[Lucifer]

Lucifer watched as Satan rested down into the throne and felt a build of rage and envy and hatred rise through his dark veins. He bit deeply on the inside of his cheek to halt the fury building with in himself, his eyes turning to Damian hoping his loyal friend would be able to read them. Lucifer wanted blood, any ones blood. They would have to do something to get rid of Satan and the thought of turning to Angels for help sickened Lucifer to the core.

"blah, blah, blah.." Lucifer said with an over exaggerated yawn.

[Damian]

A cool finger was pleaced beneath his chin, and Damian stood face-to-face with Lucifer. He smiled, but it was soon turned into a frown when he heard the other voices in the room. Something was off, and he closed his eyes almost painfully as he turned to face everyone else. As his translucent blue eyes opened, Damian noticed the rest of the Fallen, and Satan Himself. Of course, not all of the fallen were here, only those who circulated in Lucifer's loop. Damian was almost surprised t see Fraciel here, he seemed to be the most distant of all of the fallen, besides Lucas. Lucas, as Damian figured, wasn't here. He didn't know the story behind Lucas, but he knew that there was tension between him and Lucifer. Fraciel was different. That was it. He was just different from the rest of them, even as an Angel. Damian couldn't exactly place what it was that made Fraciel different, but either way Damian liked the fallen and kept him at the top of his list of acquintances.

As Damian's eyes wandered, he noticed more acquintances. Azazel, one so similar to him that they but heads every now and again, or they were the best of friends. Vespera, the princess of Hell, one of the first to fall after Lucifer. Damian had only encountered her a few times, but he honestly didn't like strong women and tended to stray from them as much as possible. A demon was in the room, Lamashtu, sitting in Satan's lap. Damian had only heard of her and seen her before, but never conversed with her. Then there was Satan. The lord of chaos. The king of demons. The master of doom. The weilder of negative energy.

As Satan and Fraciel had their little polite, yet negative conversation, Damian moved to stand next to Lucifer and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed demeaningly. Secretly, Damian was sizing Lucifer up. He didn't seem so tough. But Damian couldn't help but feel that way. He was an Angel for eternity afterall, and couldn't help to have some old feelings toward old enemies. As rebellious as Damian was in Heaven, he still thought Satan as a ruthless fool. Though, times had changed. Maybe Satan had aswell, maybe he was ready to take his throne and rule like a fair king. Maybe not.

"Now that the Big Bad is back, does that mean I have to give up my new room?" Damian leaned over and whispered to Lucifer jokingly about the old conference room he had stolen for his own.

"Satan, it's been a lifetime." Damian joked. "What brings you to the surface? Get bored in your hole?" Inside, Damian was hoping Satan was only checking up on them, but he knew that the time of Lucifer's reign may be over. And that frightened him.