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WHO: Lucifer Morningstar ( meaculpable ) and Mazikeen the Lightbringer ( daughterinexile )
WHERE: A stretch of blasted land somewhere in Nevada
WHEN: Sometime early this morning, May 22nd
WARNINGS: Violence leading into some ah. Yeah. Violence.
SUMMARY: "I want you to hit me as hard as you can." Basically.
FORMAT: Para
Faye: [She rams her heel into his foot] And you can't tell what a woman will DO by looking.
Jet: Same with a snake!'>When he had closed Hell to the outside world, Lucifer had promised himself that he would forgo believing in certainties, and instead live only for himself and the moment for as long as he could. He needed no other lifeline. He needed no other ally save for those who came to him of their own free will, and certainly did not need to experience the drama that came with being part of such trivial things. Filial bonds and allegiances bought in blood were the playground of Gods and monsters, and Lucifer would have none of one or the other.
He was Yahweh no longer.
This...rebellion of Mazikeen's, however -- it did not trouble him, no, but...It did make him take pause. Living as long as he had meant that, quite literally, he had seen and done it all; that, in the end, he knew that nothing really changed despite how much time passed. Demon or not, all mortals were the same. He had nothing to prove to her.
...The sun was rising behind him.
Let Mazikeen come and prove him otherwise.
WHERE: A stretch of blasted land somewhere in Nevada
WHEN: Sometime early this morning, May 22nd
WARNINGS: Violence leading into some ah. Yeah. Violence.
SUMMARY: "I want you to hit me as hard as you can." Basically.
FORMAT: Para
Faye: [She rams her heel into his foot] And you can't tell what a woman will DO by looking.
Jet: Same with a snake!'>When he had closed Hell to the outside world, Lucifer had promised himself that he would forgo believing in certainties, and instead live only for himself and the moment for as long as he could. He needed no other lifeline. He needed no other ally save for those who came to him of their own free will, and certainly did not need to experience the drama that came with being part of such trivial things. Filial bonds and allegiances bought in blood were the playground of Gods and monsters, and Lucifer would have none of one or the other.
He was Yahweh no longer.
This...rebellion of Mazikeen's, however -- it did not trouble him, no, but...It did make him take pause. Living as long as he had meant that, quite literally, he had seen and done it all; that, in the end, he knew that nothing really changed despite how much time passed. Demon or not, all mortals were the same. He had nothing to prove to her.
...The sun was rising behind him.
Let Mazikeen come and prove him otherwise.