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[samael_diablo]

Lucifer is still sitting down, bare feet propped up on the table, balancing rather dangerously on two legs of the chair. He throws and catches one of the black glass chess pieces.

His eyes are closed.

[OOC: Mun is only around for a couple of hours and Lucifer is...not in the best of moods. If your character doesn't know him well already it might

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[kassandraloxias]

*She approaches him softly, but red glass and garnet beads still chime in her hair.*

My lord?
My lord Morningstar, well met.

[samael_diablo]

His eyes don't open, but the piece stays in the palm of his hand and a smile spreads across his face; slowly, slowly.

"Well met, prophetess."

[kassandraloxias]

Have you been playing at the game of kings?

*she passes her hand above his closed eyelids, in a slight, forgotten, divinatory gesture. But probably she divines nothing.*

I have not seen you in some time. Your son, I have seen; he is a strange boy, all of stone.

I was... up there. I do not wonder that you left it.

[samael_diablo]

His eyes open and are clear of anger as he looks up at her.

"It had its charms, for a long while."

The smile stays on his lips.

"I hear you have been wearing a face not your own, on Hallows Eve."

[un_fallen]

Raguel looks hard at the precarious position of the chair, the closed eyes, the flying glass.

"I am so damn impressed. You're the master of temptation even when you're not paying attention."

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer shoots him a cold glance that warms with dark amusement.

"Tempted, Raguel?"

[un_fallen]

His eyes go back to the legs of the chair, to the glass, to Lucifer's occupied hands.

"You have no idea."

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer gives a quiet laugh. Gentle. Shadowed. Musical.

...of course he's doing it on purpose.

"Go on, then."