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demon's chuckled around him, not so much a sound of amusement but of unease. Lucifer eached the face fthe demon befor ehim - scales run wild, eyes completely yellow is dsistress. He was beaten and bloodly and wings torn asunder. He'd been fighting like a wild rabid thing.
And lucifer could he it as clear as day. it wasn't for himself he'd been ready to destoy himself.
OPeneing his own cursed whight wings, Lucifer left the shore with a might down stoke, his sujcsts scattering out of his way in confusion.
Eavn Duke Hastur as skurred away, eyes of his Lord instead of his prze, and the VDevil easy soared over the lake. it was a path he was more used than then he would admit - he'd been there for neary every fall in the end, watching them fight to live. He'd never interupted the act before, and had certainly never been there earliy enough to prevent it, but he'd watch their progress in the sulpher, and had shone then the way to shore.
Thos that made it,he accepted. those that did not, he morned.
As he appoached the tear, he could see a figure pludgng down, raw and exposed grace weeping behind them as they wnet. the angel had remanind bound inside a corperation - dead weight - and as Lucifer apoached, he could see it's agony. it had not gone quietly into the night, instead torn open front an dback, human blood and atherical ichor spilling out. Lucifer matched its pace in its free fall, and the angel looked at him.
it wept, face twisted in sorrow and mornful. it did not look afraid, but resigned. As lucifer approached, it make no attempt to push him away or to flee.
instead, it whispered. a sound lost to the winds and stench, but a thousand times to loud in his ears. "Forgive me Samuel. For ever thinking you wher ehte enimy"
----
The angel is dressed in only shirtsleeves and slacks, both stained and torn more rags than clothes. the raggesd stumps of wings prtrud low on his back, but thankfully away from the arm lucifer has wrapped around his back to carry him. there, there are only long inflcted scars from a demontion millinia ago, long since healed, and perhaps only a blessing now as htey no long existed to be mulitpated futher.
Lucifer bridal carried the angel back to the shore, looking ot hte horrific lasations on his front instead of to any of his demons. the angel has been carved open throat to navel, grace exposed, and connection to heaven grutuoisly severed. They wanted him to feel every bit of pain and helpless ness onthe way down, no miricle to call forth for aid.
But it also confimed something horrible that Lucifer had long since been suspisions of, but had nver earrived quickly enough to know for sure.
At his feet, crowley had drug himself, and was now clinging to his shoes, hands and arms more lizard than human, his mental state fractuing to much to hol dhis form steady. his tail coiled behind him, fractuing off into more and more pieces as it went. he wept blood, desperate and pleadding, grapping no higher than his pant cuffs but nearly stoking his shoes like one would a small animal. "plase," he beged, "please, Lord, don't hurt him, please"
Lucifer looked up from the display to the other gather demons, the hoard bowing heads nad defferment once his atention was drawn to them. Prince Beelzabuub had joined them bu this time, bowing as well, and making a point to push the protesting Hastuts head down until the duke was kneeling as well.
"Maszter?"
"Summon the Dark Council, Prince Beelzabub," Lucifer responded, before nodding to Hastur. "Take him with you. the other Dukes as well. If they can hold thrie tounge, I want them there too."
"And... the tratoir?"
"Not your concern." it wasn't just dismissive to the Prince, but the entire gathering, and soon the Dark Lord was left alone with only backward glances from his subjects. Alone, except for...
"pleassse," crowley begged again, growing despeate to know anything ont he body now held in his former master's arms.
"Either pull yourself together and walk with me like a proper demon," lucifer hissed back, "so let me pass, and fall to pieces on your own time"
It didn't work as well as Lucifer had hoped, but when he marched away, the serpance crawled after him; his forming collecting itself slowly, but steadily.
But he time Lucifer made it to his own waiting area befor ehe adressed the counsil, the lower demon had found feet again, even if his broken wings still dragged behind him, and he was more scales than skin.
"Clear my desk" Lucifer ordered of him once they entered, and the serpant immediatly set to gathering up the items are relocating them. Any since of propeirty he had was gone though, the monet Lucifer set the angel down.
Lucifer wasn't sure it could dicorperate anymore, the fleshy body acting like a prison cell he was bound too even once it started to rot away, so 'alive' was goign to be an extrealy unhelpful term. the blood had slowed, likely had run out, but etheral matter still escapped, condening an a golden mist itn eh air.
But it's grace was stil there, a powerful, heavy thing, adn Lucifer was never more recluctant as he was now to take crolwye wrist in is grib when the demon moved frward to try and close the wound.
It did say something though - how true his words could be. that he was the Almightly grace, and intead of turning biter or angey, or tying to steal it for himself, crowley tryed to protect it inside the vesal of an another. those pleading yellow eyes turned to him - six thousdan years ago, crawling out of the sulphur fo rht first time, confused and scared, unable to comprehead what had happen, why it had happened, what.... no. not right now.
"The council has to see this first. You can heal what else you can, his wings and hte like, but this must be left for them to witness."
"of ... of course, Master."
No quesioning, no attmept to understnad. and nothing but obediant defferment to him. it was like crowley had fallen again, had lost everything that had been him; no Purpose, no Name.
And Lucifer realised wiht a start, that there where several ways he could used this to his advantave, and he reached forward, cupping the serpants face in his hands, fingers pressing agsint scales, feeling wher ehte jaw connected, adn where it tesec under his grasp. "C[ROWLEY]" he invoved the demon's chosen name, feeling the sigil burning under the presure on it, "Listen to me, and do as I ask now," he compleled him, before promising a reward to tempting for even the first tempor, "And no futher harm will come to the angel while in my domain."
Crolwey sagged in his grip, scales fleeing in a rush of skin as the demon agreed, the serpant (brand) coiling on his flesh as he submitted to Lucifer once again. Lucifer wasn't nessisassilyr happy with maniluplating the traoir back into the fold, but he would also be the first to tell you that freedom at hte price of being eteranlly alone was seldom worth it.
And lucifer could he it as clear as day. it wasn't for himself he'd been ready to destoy himself.
OPeneing his own cursed whight wings, Lucifer left the shore with a might down stoke, his sujcsts scattering out of his way in confusion.
Eavn Duke Hastur as skurred away, eyes of his Lord instead of his prze, and the VDevil easy soared over the lake. it was a path he was more used than then he would admit - he'd been there for neary every fall in the end, watching them fight to live. He'd never interupted the act before, and had certainly never been there earliy enough to prevent it, but he'd watch their progress in the sulpher, and had shone then the way to shore.
Thos that made it,he accepted. those that did not, he morned.
As he appoached the tear, he could see a figure pludgng down, raw and exposed grace weeping behind them as they wnet. the angel had remanind bound inside a corperation - dead weight - and as Lucifer apoached, he could see it's agony. it had not gone quietly into the night, instead torn open front an dback, human blood and atherical ichor spilling out. Lucifer matched its pace in its free fall, and the angel looked at him.
it wept, face twisted in sorrow and mornful. it did not look afraid, but resigned. As lucifer approached, it make no attempt to push him away or to flee.
instead, it whispered. a sound lost to the winds and stench, but a thousand times to loud in his ears. "Forgive me Samuel. For ever thinking you wher ehte enimy"
----
The angel is dressed in only shirtsleeves and slacks, both stained and torn more rags than clothes. the raggesd stumps of wings prtrud low on his back, but thankfully away from the arm lucifer has wrapped around his back to carry him. there, there are only long inflcted scars from a demontion millinia ago, long since healed, and perhaps only a blessing now as htey no long existed to be mulitpated futher.
Lucifer bridal carried the angel back to the shore, looking ot hte horrific lasations on his front instead of to any of his demons. the angel has been carved open throat to navel, grace exposed, and connection to heaven grutuoisly severed. They wanted him to feel every bit of pain and helpless ness onthe way down, no miricle to call forth for aid.
But it also confimed something horrible that Lucifer had long since been suspisions of, but had nver earrived quickly enough to know for sure.
At his feet, crowley had drug himself, and was now clinging to his shoes, hands and arms more lizard than human, his mental state fractuing to much to hol dhis form steady. his tail coiled behind him, fractuing off into more and more pieces as it went. he wept blood, desperate and pleadding, grapping no higher than his pant cuffs but nearly stoking his shoes like one would a small animal. "plase," he beged, "please, Lord, don't hurt him, please"
Lucifer looked up from the display to the other gather demons, the hoard bowing heads nad defferment once his atention was drawn to them. Prince Beelzabuub had joined them bu this time, bowing as well, and making a point to push the protesting Hastuts head down until the duke was kneeling as well.
"Maszter?"
"Summon the Dark Council, Prince Beelzabub," Lucifer responded, before nodding to Hastur. "Take him with you. the other Dukes as well. If they can hold thrie tounge, I want them there too."
"And... the tratoir?"
"Not your concern." it wasn't just dismissive to the Prince, but the entire gathering, and soon the Dark Lord was left alone with only backward glances from his subjects. Alone, except for...
"pleassse," crowley begged again, growing despeate to know anything ont he body now held in his former master's arms.
"Either pull yourself together and walk with me like a proper demon," lucifer hissed back, "so let me pass, and fall to pieces on your own time"
It didn't work as well as Lucifer had hoped, but when he marched away, the serpance crawled after him; his forming collecting itself slowly, but steadily.
But he time Lucifer made it to his own waiting area befor ehe adressed the counsil, the lower demon had found feet again, even if his broken wings still dragged behind him, and he was more scales than skin.
"Clear my desk" Lucifer ordered of him once they entered, and the serpant immediatly set to gathering up the items are relocating them. Any since of propeirty he had was gone though, the monet Lucifer set the angel down.
Lucifer wasn't sure it could dicorperate anymore, the fleshy body acting like a prison cell he was bound too even once it started to rot away, so 'alive' was goign to be an extrealy unhelpful term. the blood had slowed, likely had run out, but etheral matter still escapped, condening an a golden mist itn eh air.
But it's grace was stil there, a powerful, heavy thing, adn Lucifer was never more recluctant as he was now to take crolwye wrist in is grib when the demon moved frward to try and close the wound.
It did say something though - how true his words could be. that he was the Almightly grace, and intead of turning biter or angey, or tying to steal it for himself, crowley tryed to protect it inside the vesal of an another. those pleading yellow eyes turned to him - six thousdan years ago, crawling out of the sulphur fo rht first time, confused and scared, unable to comprehead what had happen, why it had happened, what.... no. not right now.
"The council has to see this first. You can heal what else you can, his wings and hte like, but this must be left for them to witness."
"of ... of course, Master."
No quesioning, no attmept to understnad. and nothing but obediant defferment to him. it was like crowley had fallen again, had lost everything that had been him; no Purpose, no Name.
And Lucifer realised wiht a start, that there where several ways he could used this to his advantave, and he reached forward, cupping the serpants face in his hands, fingers pressing agsint scales, feeling wher ehte jaw connected, adn where it tesec under his grasp. "C[ROWLEY]" he invoved the demon's chosen name, feeling the sigil burning under the presure on it, "Listen to me, and do as I ask now," he compleled him, before promising a reward to tempting for even the first tempor, "And no futher harm will come to the angel while in my domain."
Crolwey sagged in his grip, scales fleeing in a rush of skin as the demon agreed, the serpant (brand) coiling on his flesh as he submitted to Lucifer once again. Lucifer wasn't nessisassilyr happy with maniluplating the traoir back into the fold, but he would also be the first to tell you that freedom at hte price of being eteranlly alone was seldom worth it.
