video; backdated to about 12:20 am

[sonny_delight]

[After a crackle and second of odd static feedback, the video comes into focus on Sonja, standing sideways and pointing two fingers at her PCD like some jack-hole aiming his gun sideways to be badass. They're apparently projecting a small tongue of flame like a butane lighter. The effect is lost (or heightened) by her long nails and chipping polish

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[Video] this icon is all for you.

[youllsayit]

Yes, there are.

video/PRIVATE omg; ALKDHFJG YOOOOOUUU.

[sonny_delight]

[...?

Oh. Oh shi-

Aaaaaaall the blood draining from her face. She closes her eyes in that unique frustration of goddamn it I was hoping this wouldn't happen.]

Lucifer. [Deep breath.] You need only say "jump." [Suddenly this place isn't fun anymore. Can she go back now?]

video/PRIVATE lj foils our love ;;

[youllsayit]

[Ah, there's the recognition he deserves.]

Jump.

video/PRIVATE

[sonny_delight]

[This is going to be the worst, she can already tell. Of all the godfucking stupid things, she insulted the Devil to his goddamn face? It's almost impressive, though not quite as impressive as she knows his wrath will be when he has her face to face. She squares her shoulders and doesn't look away from him.]

I can be at your side in minutes, my Lord.

video/PRIVATE

[youllsayit]

[x,y]

The clock is running.

video/OFFLINE~

[sonny_delight]

I can all but hear it tick.

[She shuts the PCD off and... thinks. Sonja knows perfectly well what she did and just how thoroughly boned she is now. Insulting Lucifer to his face repeatedly - fuck, she wants to kick herself over and over until she coughs blood and is sorry. This will end in someone bleeding (and it will be her) and torture of a particularly creative nature, she imagines, given the metaphysical limits of this stupid fucking place.

But she won't hide. She would never have chosen to, even if he hadn't replied to her post at all- Sonja still would have sought him out of her own free will. Running is for criminals and frightened children; she is a demon of Hell and would rather have her Lord and ruler cut her down, if anyone at all. That's why the first move she makes is to go for a necklace- amulet in her purse, blood-veined white quartz caged in wire.

The trick is getting there. Her senses returning to her would be enormously helpful, but this city is massive and Lucifer is already waiting for an arrival a little

OFFLINE

[outsidewindows]

[Lucifer is waiting for her, of course. He's standing near a window, arms folded casually across his chest. He knows as soon as he sees her that she, unlike many demons in her place, isn't a coward. He can guess that she knows very well what he might do to her, and she knows he won't feel the slightest bit of remorse. In fact he'd enjoy it.

But this place is low on its supply of Hellish minions, luckily for her. He realizes as he approaches her that her mind is difficult to really see, like a smudge on his retina. It's not demon-like; no demon should be that elusive.]

I see you found your way here without any complications.

[sonny_delight]

[She knows and can guess that and more; every ounce of her not inconsiderable experience with Hell hierarchy has laid out the next few hours (days? weeks?) in flawless cartography: the fires of Hell burn hot even for its glitterati. Torture makes for Pavlovian lessons and degradation their teacher: always the same lessons, submission and utter service to their betters. Those smart enough to say yes have the dubious privilege of playing the game of earning forgiveness through quivering penance and that thing with their tongues. In this, Sonja prides herself on being stupid.]

This entire fucking city is a complication.

[Snarled out before she can stop herself. Sonja pulls back a hair, head ducking slightly and eyes darting to the floor lightning-quick.] Your presence is impossible to mistake.

[outsidewindows]

[He lifts an eyebrow, though it would be a mistake to say he's impressed by how ballsy she's being. He uses the tips of two fingers to touch under her chin and tilt her face up toward his.]

You don't need to hide your gaze from me, Sonja. But what a curious thing you are--even here, in front of me. [A wondering look, but he doesn't stop touching her. He can't see her thoughts, but he has other ways of testing her.]

[sonny_delight]

[She doesn't have to, but she does, only meeting his eyes for fleeting moments. It's scalding, like looking into the sun in a way that is definitely not poetic but bright and intimidating. Sonja tenses at his touch instinctively, but releases tension with determinedly controlled breathing. No need to be a little bitch about this and annoy him more.]

If I had had any reason to think- I never would've dreamed of treating you like them. Not day one, not ever.

[outsidewindows]

I know. [It's eery how soothing his tone can be. He tucks her hair back and cups her cheek.]

Because I know you, Sonneillon. [Even if he doesn't know details, and doesn't know why he can't ferret them out of her.]

[sonny_delight]

[There are his hands again: again or always because he never stopped touching her, smoothing over too-hot skin, a hand too big at her cheek like someone sweet and tenderly slitting an exposed throat, all caught up in that voice. Eerie, unearthly, and has hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. There's a benediction and grace to it that recalls Heaven's dainty fucking choirs, but so corrupted and bathed in darkness that all of her senses scream wrong. For a moment something in her eyes flashes hot and unhappy, the ever-simmering resentment of her being and the people she swears and keeps fealty to and the vagaries of obedience rankling her. She wouldn't trade it for anything, if she even conceived of another way to be.]

Then you know I take allegiance seriously.

[outsidewindows]

Yes. I do. Which is strange. You see, most demons who are loyal to me do so because they're not afraid of me. 'Father of their species', so they award me 'Father of the Year'.... But you--you know what I can do. What I would do.

But here you are. Still loyal.

[sonny_delight]

I know it well. [Gritted out, almost, with the unpleasant tinge of familiarity and memories hard-kept. But she can't hide the 'wtf' look at some of those comments.] ...Father? I mean, I know Alabama was yours, but that's taking the banjo thing a little far, don't you think?

[outsidewindows]

Their word, not mine. [He won't get into the ones like Rin or Damien; they're hard enough for him to get his head around. Besides, back to business...]

How well do you know, Sonja?

[sonny_delight]

[Right. Their word.

Kay.

At the question her face shutters closed again, turning from his touch a few centimeters- all that she dares.] Well. [In the Biblical sense, even.] It's basic administrative policy for any demon who pisses you off- or anyone who outranks them.