[video / teneka] btw he's in house #6

[iwasason]

[The first thing you'll notice about the man you see before you- is that his face is rotting, actually, but that's not the point here. Okay, so the second thing you notice is the extremely pleasant expression on his face. It's almost disturbingly placid and calm, bordering on amused.]

So.

[It's barely intelligible over a dizzying strobe of hatred

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[pale_capslock]

[ Another one. Hmm. ]

YOU'LL FIND THAT THE LEASH HAS SOME WIGGLE ROOM.

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[iwasason]

[Lucifer looks up, but not at the camera. He isn't looking anywhere in particular, actually, or addressing anything specific. This is obviously his extremely interested face.]

Oh? How so?

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[pale_capslock]

[ Well, considering that Death is technically everywhere... ]

CHECK YOUR MIRROR.

[ He is... curious. His own mirror shows the entirety of creation. ]

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[iwasason]

[So he does. At first it shows essentially a first-person camera: the world going by- Reykjavík, specifically, arms coming from nowhere periodically as if a normal day is playing out with normal goings-on. Someone begging and pleading, staring straight into the mirror, before his head twists around, neck snaps silently, and before the person even falls the camera is elsewhere. Then the focus seems to pan back, to widen gradually until almost all of Earth is in scope, and most of Hell, and above the shining gates of Heaven, far-off and impenetrable. He stares at those longest; it's the only place in he can't see inside of. Only the fortress walls.]

How does this lengthen the leash? It just gives me more to look at.

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[pale_capslock]

[ Death laughs, a cold, gray sound, like dried leaves skittering over gravel. ]

YOUR WORK AT HOME CONTINUES, AND THIS PLACE OFFERS YOU EVEN MORE.

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[iwasason]

[Lucifer is singularly unconvinced. He crosses his arms at Death, having very suddenly popped in on whatever he's doing.]

It continues, but I'm not the one doing it. My consciousness is here.

[Something about the idea of being ripped from his body and trapped in some weird metaphysical dimension he can't escape from while unseen forces play silly buggers with his destiny rubs him the wrong way. Lucifer is used to essentially always being the biggest, baddest thing in the room. The world is wrong.]

[pale_capslock]

[ What Death is currently doing... is looking at a book about cats.

Yeah. ]

BUT IT CONTINUES.

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[iwasason]

Can you still feel it? What your self in the mirror is doing?

[He assumes Death's work goes on anyway, that the universe keeps on turning.]

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YES.

FOR ME, ALL THAT HAS CHANGED IS THAT I CANNOT MANIFEST IN THIS FORM OUTSIDE OF THIS WORLD, AND IN THIS WORLD, MY WORK IS SELDOM PERMANENT.

[iwasason]

Yes. [Staring intently into the eyes of the lifeless skeleton.] But you're different. You aren't my Death. The rules don't apply to you.

[His Death could be banished, caught, and caged, for all his immense age. Lucifer has the sense that the being before him is something altogether different- greater. Massive.]

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[ If Lucifer looks long enough, he might see two lights, shimmering and blue, almost like stars. ]

I AM NOT.

[ And he outstretches his massive wings -- angel's wings, but without feathers. They are made of nothing less than the night itself. ]

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE NAME 'AZRAEL' SO EASILY?

[iwasason]

[Lucifer stares with something like wonder edged with confusion, eyes narrowing as his mind races.]

I could never forget the name of an angel. [He puts a hand on his chin, looking thoughtful and taking in the energies from the being before him. This Death is something different, both utterly alien and bizarrely familiar.] Azrael is still in Heaven, handing down orders to the Garrisons.

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[ His point made, Death refolds his wings, closing them back into himself as if they were never there. ]

I AM EVERYWHERE. MY WORK IS DONE BY MY HAND, SAVE FOR WHEN WE RIDE AT THE END.

[iwasason]

[Lucifer thinks maybe he's figured a thing or two out. This Death falls into a different niche of Christian mythology than his does.]

I know a Death, and you aren't him. I know an Azrael, and you aren't him. It works differently in your world.

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AND YET I AM BOTH. I, TOO, KNOW A LUCIFER, AND YOU AREN'T HIM.

IF YOU WERE, I HAVE A FEELING YOU WOULD BE FAR MORE DISPLEASED ABOUT YOUR OWN SON FOILING THE END.

[iwasason]

Son?

[LOL WTF.]