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Who: Lucifer and Chuck
When: FRIDAY early afternoon
Where: An abandoned basketball court in sector 9.
Summary: Jinx is pregnant. Someone has to tell Lucifer the good news.
Warnings: Language, violence, a lot of violence, hideousness, pain, brutality and Lucifer. More warnings to come.
He had to. That was what he told himself. Long ago, the Alpha who was Omega made Himself human and so very breakable for a reason, and then he made himself Prophet (though even He doesn't remember choosing this life anymore) for another: to get his in, for a non-gamebreaking way to intervene and change the course of events. As a weak, frail, alcoholic little human he could get his cards on the table and have some small way of affecting the world around him while still preserving the balance.
Now something threatened to undo it, and everything important to him. Chuck had options, of course: he could have yanked the little embryonic wretch from its mother's womb and wiped it from existence before anyone knew the difference. He could have kept her from getting pregnant at all, or made her body reject it like a statistically average early pregnancy before anybody found out. But that would be cheating. Chuck didn't even consider those options consciously, so he couldn't be grateful for the reasoning, but it did free him from even contemplating doing anything that would hurt Gabriel like that. The more time Chuck spent here, the more real everything became: characters made flesh, marble statues melting to warm life. Gabriel was so happy here, and even if this stupid fucking half-breed abomination Nephil had to exist, the least he could do was his own small part to minimize the damage.
Small. He had to laugh at that, even as he dribbled out the last of the holy oil and tossed the Tupperware aside. It formed a perfect circle that was already blending in perfectly with the hard asphalt of this abandoned place, sandwiched between two roads he often walked down to get to a certain Asian grocery. Small. Of course. It was only Lucifer. It was only the one thing on this island more dangerous than the monstrosity growing inside Jinx. It was only his own deranged son and self-appointed stalker-knight, it was only telling him about the Nephil child of his estranged brother and the mutant thing Lucifer hated, and trying to keep him from murdering all three in one swoop.
Nothing could stave off the fear Chuck felt as he straightened up and looked around. There was no comfort or security: his omnipotence and omniscience both, so long separate from him, were almost inaccessible here. Here he was basically just... Chuck. Just a writer, about to probably get himself killed.
He swallowed hard, and glanced to the cloudy sky. "Hey, uh- Lucifer? Uh, I need to talk to you. If that's okay."
When: FRIDAY early afternoon
Where: An abandoned basketball court in sector 9.
Summary: Jinx is pregnant. Someone has to tell Lucifer the good news.
Warnings: Language, violence, a lot of violence, hideousness, pain, brutality and Lucifer. More warnings to come.
He had to. That was what he told himself. Long ago, the Alpha who was Omega made Himself human and so very breakable for a reason, and then he made himself Prophet (though even He doesn't remember choosing this life anymore) for another: to get his in, for a non-gamebreaking way to intervene and change the course of events. As a weak, frail, alcoholic little human he could get his cards on the table and have some small way of affecting the world around him while still preserving the balance.
Now something threatened to undo it, and everything important to him. Chuck had options, of course: he could have yanked the little embryonic wretch from its mother's womb and wiped it from existence before anyone knew the difference. He could have kept her from getting pregnant at all, or made her body reject it like a statistically average early pregnancy before anybody found out. But that would be cheating. Chuck didn't even consider those options consciously, so he couldn't be grateful for the reasoning, but it did free him from even contemplating doing anything that would hurt Gabriel like that. The more time Chuck spent here, the more real everything became: characters made flesh, marble statues melting to warm life. Gabriel was so happy here, and even if this stupid fucking half-breed abomination Nephil had to exist, the least he could do was his own small part to minimize the damage.
Small. He had to laugh at that, even as he dribbled out the last of the holy oil and tossed the Tupperware aside. It formed a perfect circle that was already blending in perfectly with the hard asphalt of this abandoned place, sandwiched between two roads he often walked down to get to a certain Asian grocery. Small. Of course. It was only Lucifer. It was only the one thing on this island more dangerous than the monstrosity growing inside Jinx. It was only his own deranged son and self-appointed stalker-knight, it was only telling him about the Nephil child of his estranged brother and the mutant thing Lucifer hated, and trying to keep him from murdering all three in one swoop.
Nothing could stave off the fear Chuck felt as he straightened up and looked around. There was no comfort or security: his omnipotence and omniscience both, so long separate from him, were almost inaccessible here. Here he was basically just... Chuck. Just a writer, about to probably get himself killed.
He swallowed hard, and glanced to the cloudy sky. "Hey, uh- Lucifer? Uh, I need to talk to you. If that's okay."