Hope you guess my name [COMPLETE]
Characters: Lucifer and anyone who dares to approach him
Setting: TBA, away from large crowds though
Time: Day 11 mid-morning Summary: Lucifer arrives. He's pissed
Warnings: Cussing
The air was rushing past him, filling his suit jacket with its hot fingers...a feeling Lucifer often times enjoyed on his way to the human world. The only problem was that instead of rushing past him on his way up, it was pressing against him on his way down. He was falling....fast. On his way down Lucifer couldn't help but reminisce on his expulsion from heaven. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't been fond of falling since.
The ground was approaching fast. Spreading his arms out to his sides, his palms facing the ground, Lucifer shoved power through his hands and it pulsed downward, instantly suspending him a couple feet about the ground. Giving it another pulse Lucifer levitated himself up until he was standing straight in the air. With an annoyed snort he let himself drop, his tarred feet sizzling on contact.
Lucifer rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck as he sent his energy out...probing, trying to find out where he was. He could sense evil, very powerful evil-not his evil but evil none the less. Lucifer could also sense pure hearts wandering about, mingling with black souls and some who seemed stuck in morally grey. A lot like Earth to be honest. This place probably had its own John Constantine. Lucifer let out a high pitched and breathy giggle at the thought and rolled a shoulder while hissing in air through his teeth. Maybe he'd come back to visit when he had the time and not when he was on his way to ruin lives. With a farewell smirk Lucifer closed his eyes and teleported out.
Or at least he tried to. Lucifer cracked open one red-rimmed eye. He was still there. Shutting his eyes again, Lucifer tried once more. An almost feral growl sounding like a symphony of demon howls and mortal shrieks ripped through his chest in frustration. What the fuck? The tar on his feet began to spread and bubble, eating away at the ground beneath is as its putrid stench rose from it in nauseating waves. Whoever was in charge here was going to learn a hard lesson. You don't fuck with Satan.