paixaorpg | Kiara, meet Lucifer! [active]

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Kiara, meet Lucifer! [active]

Character(s): Duma, Kiara, Alexiel and Lucifer? (anyone's welcome)
Content: safe landing~
Setting: around Cid's shop, J7
Time: late afternoon
Warnings: none yet~

The waves of pain that wash over him everytime he flaps his wings feel strange to Duma. He doesn't think that he has ever felt pain in all his many years. There was that pain of walking on the base earth, but that was a different kind of pain. It was more of an unpleasantness than pain, but this, the stinging sensation that sears through his whole body with each movement, this is so alien to him.

Duma had planned on taking Kiara farther but he notices that he is flying lower and lower. He also had to stop several times during the journey. It would be dangerous for her if he falls. Gently, Duma flies among the ruined buildings and lands on the ground without a sound. It is not so far from their original place, but Duma had made sure that there are no white creatures around the area. Carefully, he places Kiara back on the ground and strokes the side of her face lightly to smooth out a tangled fur.

He gives her an earnest smile. He never really fell after all, and for all he knows, he is still an angel and still doing his duty. Standing back up, he stretches out his wings and looks at the brownish stain on his feathers with curiosity. Perhaps Lucifer can tell him what to do when he comes around.

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All day, all night, Alexiel had been walking, exploring the left area of the gate she had entered. Along the way, she had learned how to employ the device that the Toothpaste Commercial Smile lady had given her. Frustrated by the lack of answers, she wished to have more control over her brother’s realm to be able to shape her form as a part of the program and find out information within the network.

Regardless, that was far too soon and painful to master yet, thus the Seraphita continued taking long strides, studying the depressing landscape offered beneath the false sky. Part of the buildings in the vicinity lay on waste, making her heed the booth woman’s advice of caution. She had to ignore the lack of veracity of the vegetation to pay attention to the dwellers. Not all were the fair haired beings that looked taken from massive production; others possessed darker features and actual emotional depth.

Prisoners sharing this cage? she was musing inwardly when a feeling caught her attention. It was an aura, not too far from her position, an aura with a touch of angelic written over it: it shone with a dimming light as if was an angel about to fall.

A fellow brethren? Was that angel the watcher to keep the prisoners incarcerated who had heard no news from God’s demise?

Narrowing her eyes, Alexiel speeded up her pace, heading towards the location of the aura, her feet as light as the wind. She sought to obtain answers, especially in regard of exits from this loathsome cage.

Kiara does not squirm, does not wriggle, as one would expect an untamed animal to do when carried. Instead, the lioness remains absolutely still, ears pinned back and warm eyes wide. She does not look down, nor does she look up, instead keeps her attention solely on Duma. She feels guilty, looks like she does too, but concern dominates this feeling.

Once she was placed on her paws again, she stands up straight and frowns up at the angel, ears swivelling up to stand on her head towards him. "Duma," Kiara says lightly after he has smoothed down some fur at the side of her face, stepping closer to him and frowning. "Duma, how are they?" she does not know first-aid, but she does not want him hurting.

Briefly, she bumps her head into his leg, nuzzling somewhat before she looks up at him with the frown turning into the slightest of smiles. A sort of... quiet thank you, although the concern was still there.

Duma smiles delightedly at Kiara when she nuzzles his leg. He never interacted with any animals before, and from what he learned from humankind, they seemed wild and dangerous. Stroking Kiara's head gently, Duma knows that Kiara is hardly wild. She is a princess, one with honor and manners. Perhaps this was what it was like in Eden?

He was just going to clean his wings when suddenly he feels someone coming. Duma knows that Lucifer might come their way, but somehow, no matter how strong the presence is, this is not him. Crouching again, he puts his arms around Kiara as well as his wings. Whoever it is, the presence is so powerful. Remiel crossed his mind, but it is just not possible. Remiel is not so strong. Who could it be? Michael? Why would he come here?

From the distance, Alexiel spotted the angel and the lesser presence she had sensed a few moments ago. An animal, a lion, protected by the arms and wings of her brethren. What an odd pair. How strange a child of Heaven to worry about the “lowly” creatures that roamed under their noses.

Fallen already? Alexiel asked herself, cynically, having become disappointed with Heaven politics long, long ago.

She stopped her tracks a few meters from them, the dying rays of the sun illuminating her tall silhouette, the wind blowing her curly brown hair, features and body concealed by the sober grey cloak. She did not mean to do dramatic entrances, but they were just natural fitting to her pose and the position of the sun or the speed of the wind. Then, perhaps she was unconsciously triggering that from her connection with the elements.

Alexiel could not recognize the angel, but she had missed the creation of many during her little journey at Assiah inside mortal bodies, so that did not matter. What was extremely off was the genitalia he displayed. Was that God’s curse or he had brought such change upon himself just like Hell’s Butterfly?

No. He had gentle eyes. A true angel eyes, ironically.

The smell of blood distracted her scrutinizing – that scent she could recognize: her former perfume that used to soak her form on her days as Goddess of Warfare. Alexiel glanced at his wings, catching the glimpse of the stained feathers.

“Are you hurt?” Alexiel asked with a low voice but clearly feminine, speaking the language only angels could utter: Enochian.

J7. Duma had left nothing more than an affirmative and a location, but that was all Lucifer needed. He ... was unsure of this place, now. If it was truly free of his father, than he would not be able to grasp his power so easily and quickly. But Yahweh had yet to show his face and felt even more distanced than he had been in Hell.

A step was all it took. He was still Lucifer, Samael and First of the Fallen and he would not be late. To be expected shortly meant that Lucifer would be there soon. However, the scene he came to was more puzzling than just the Angel of Silence. Or the Fallen Angel, rather, even though Duma had accepted God's judgment quickly and (as always) silently.

"...Duma." Lucifer let the name drop from his lips, but his eyes were on the ...Angel? She felt like an angel, but did not look like one. Despite his time in Hell and on Earth, Lucifer knew all the angels by name and appearance. She was not one, and she was female. Angels were, by nature, neither gender (technically) though the pronoun "he" was close enough. ... Duma, a kitty cat and an angelic nonangel.

...Quaint.

Ears laying back with the light stroke to her head, Kiara gives Duma a somewhat wider smile although it is still slight compared to her usual expressions. She shifts when she hears movement, though it is mostly Duma moving to shield her that gets her worried. They have already been in one fight, Kiara does not want the angel to get hurt for her again. Scrunching up a little in his hold, she flattens her ears a little as she looked out of a space in his wings.

The woman spoke, and Kiara was left dumbfounded. What in the world did she just say? She was surprised enough that it turned out she could communicate with the humans, but now there seemed to be more words... this time one's she could not understand. There was also something that gave her the chills, despite the fact the lioness could not put a claw on it. It was like... a sixth sense sort of chill. Perhaps the fact she was amongst three--technically three--angels might've assisted the odd shudder, but Kiara is a simple creature that simply does not understand the concept of such beings.

"... Duma?" she asks, tone inquiring what is going on as she glances up at him.

Enochian. Duma furrows his eyebrows a little at the newcomer. She is female and yet she spoke the language of angels. Angels should have no gender. From what he can tell however, she must be an angel and a powerful one at that. Duma does not answer and merely looks at her with slight fear, still keeping his wings around Kiara.

He turns swiftly to find the former lord of Hell standing on the other side. Duma feels comforted by his presence somewhat. If nothing else, Lucifer seems to see him as a being worth communicating with, and that is more than most other angels get, or deserve, perhaps. Duma gives him a smile.

He hears Kiara's question, but turns to the female angel instead. Duma wonders if Lucifer will address her. She seems to be powerful enough to be worth his attention.

Alexiel’s head turned when Lucifer appeared. She did not know that person – angel- but his aura, she was familiar with. He felt like Lucifer’s yet not, the foolish man’s presence was darker. Regardless of her surprise, she was not interest on him or the talking lioness, the wounded angel had her attention – his gentleness with creatures stirred some feeling within her apathetic state: respect.

“Duma, are you? I’m Alexi, your wings are wounded,” she pointed out awkwardly as she approached, feeling strange to address angels with something other than an angry battle cry. She paused, glancing down at the lioness, staring to her eyes from the shadows of her hood.

“I mean no harm,” the angel assured her, her voice softer, more motherly as the timbre she used to employ with Princess Kurai. This time she was speaking English, including her inside the conversation. “What is your name?”

Why did she care? Alexiel wondered why she even bothered to interact with them. Perhaps because if she was alone, she would remember what she did, who she killed and consumed within her.

Inwardly, Lucifer was irked. The female angel (oxymoron) was ignoring him. How... well, it was not entirely unexpected. She reminded him, in some way, of Michael. But she was hardly his brother, there was something truly tainted in her (and it wasn't just her true gender). Duma's smile does little to change his opinion of the not-angel.

Wounded wings, which would mean that Duma had been in a fight, perhaps. Lucifer did not believe the Nobodies, as Riku had called them, would have done such damage. So there were other things here, more powerful beings. Alexi, missing the traditional '-el'. Not entirely unusual, but worth noting.

His eyes dropped to the kitty as well. It talked. "Are you being pursued, Duma?" Lucifer, if he was going to be ignored, would ignore the ignorer. He turned to the direction where he assumed the Angel of Silence had come from. Hm.

Kiara is most definitely unsure. She is amongst powerful 'humans,' and although she doesn't understand this very well, she isn't about to do anything that'll end up getting Duma or herself in trouble. Such as wandering away from Duma or piping up any unless spoken to. As she is when Alexiel speaks to her. "Kiara," she responds, flattening her ears as she stares out of a space in Duma's feathers.

She hears Lucifer next, ears flicking before she decides to speak, as Duma will not. "I don't think we are," is timidly poked out, a paw lifting up to be placed on the angel's arm momentarily as he hides her still. "We... we left but I don't think that he or the things followed..." the lioness is unsure, it's in her voice, but because Duma will not speak because he believes there is always a chance... She will try to bring up courage to speak to those she can sense are far stronger than she.

Addressed, Duma turns back to the female angel (oxymoron indeed) and softens his gaze somewhat. She feels so strange but she seems to be genuinely worried about him, and he is grateful. Duma makes no move to defend himself or run away when Alexi approaches. Alexi, such a strange name for an angel. If she is truly an angel, of course.

Deciding that Alexi means them no harm, Duma lets go of his embrace and stands back up while still keeping an eye on Kiara and Alexi. Just in case. Duma turns to Lucifer and shakes his head. It seems that the two powerful beings (angels?) are ignoring each other and communicating through him instead. Duma finds it rather tiresome. People often does that to him just because he is silent. Duma lets Kiara explain to Lucifer in more detail. Looking at Lucifer to get his attention, Duma then turns to Alexi to inquire if they perhaps know each other. Duma doesn't know every angel, but Lucifer might, especially one as strong as she.

Alexiel halted when she was a few steps from Kiara. Upon noticing the lioness’ nervousness, she knelt to be at eye level with her, trying to ease the animal in a pretense of equality. Not that the angel thought herself superior to Kiara but the other one probably did.

“Pleased to meet you, Kiara, Duma,” she greeted, reproaching herself from forsaking her newfound hermit nature so easily. Specially if was about angels, she could tell Duma’s companion was powerful, but Alexiel never cared about power, ranks or titles, so she would ignore him. “Who did this?” she asked, glancing up Duma then to Kiara again. “Not many weapons can cause harm to our wings.”

She did not touch the lioness to caress or comfort. The memory of those her brother killed in jealousy because Alexiel displayed affection to was still fresh, in despite of his demise.

The look Duma gives him is not hard to read. Lucifer resists the building sigh in his chest and looks over at Alexi again. She is not someone he knows, and if he were to hazard a guess, she would be from one of those 'other' worlds. Not an angel from their Silver City, then. Which would explain her gender as well, her power and perhaps even the missing -el.

"I am not acquainted with her, Duma. I would not call it a pleasure to meet you, Alexi, but it is not entirely unpleasant. Alexi, I would assume, is not from our Silver City." He spoke that out loud for the benefit of Duma, but his gaze was on Alexi's face. Her reaction would be interesting, if there was any at all.

She struck him as far more stoic than the angels he was used to keeping company with. Far more even than the Amendiels, Remiels and Uriels. That, perhaps, was why she reminded him of Michael.

Slowly, Kiara's expression moves from nervous and concerned, to a bit of a confused look. She is grouping this trio together into the same type of human, that much she can understand, but then there is the fact that Lucifer says she is not from the same place as them. It is a curious sort of thing, but she will not ask about it. It would only serve the purpose of hurting her brain even more.

"I don't know what they were," the lioness spoke again, hoping that Alexi would get it that Duma isn't about to speak, despite how he can. "I don't think Duma did, either." She shifts, cautiously, to sit next to Duma's legs, her shoulder nearly against one as though seeking to know that he is not going to leave her. It is a natural animal reaction. "But there were white things, and this other not-quite human... he did that to Duma..." She speaks loud enough for both Alexi and Lucifer to hear her, although doesn't really look up from her paws anytime during her explanation.

Duma looks rather strangely at Alexi when she mentioned how their wings are not easily wounded. Honestly, Duma wouldn't know whether they are easily wounded or not, he had never been in any battle before. It wasn't his purpose. He lets Kiara explain the situation in more detail because the question cannot be answered with a nod or shake of the head. Instead, he uses one of his wings to shelter Kiara who is sitting beside his leg.

Turning to Lucifer, Duma rewards him with a warm smile as he finally makes a move to address Alexi. It is not entirely friendly, but it is definitely more than nothing.

Not from their Silver City? What other Silver City is there? Rather confused now by what Lucifer had said, Duma wonders if he had been living such a sheltered life that so many things are new to him. Duma has never heard of a place called Paixao, he never really felt pain and he never thought that there would be another Silver City. Turning slowly from Lucifer to Alexi, he wonders how she would respond to the not-so-warm greeting. He hopes no fighting is involved.

When Lucifer started his explanation, Alexiel shifted her gaze from Kiara to him, pulling herself up and straightening her warrior attire. She paid attention to what the Morningstar had to say this time around and how he felt like. It was the unmistakable aura shared by the former Devil she unfortunately knew so well.

If she was not in such apathetic state, the neo Seraphita would actually muster something strong as confusion.

Silver city? Alexiel thought, creasing her brows in fleeting wonder. She tilted her head, musing what she had been told. She knew this angel wasn’t lying, she could see through lies and deceptions, even God’s. That was part of the reason He locked her away from His sight.

“Not entirely unpleasant?” spoke up Alexiel finally, shrugging her shoulders without care. Her eyes were inexpressive outwardly, with a growing weariness that deepened every passing minute. “I haven’t introduced myself to you, but them. I have no opinion myself.” There was a pause, her lips twisted in a frown beneath the grey mask.

“I don’t know about any Silver City in any of the many layers of Heaven, but it does sound virtuous enough to be another of His experiments,” commented Alexiel flatly without shock evident on her voice, only a hint of disdain. If God had created another type of angels, it was almost predictable. He was always trying to outdone Himself and failing at it badly.

She did not care about this Silver City, anyway. Thus dropped the subject altogether to listen to Kiara’s explanation of the matter she did mind at the moment. The lioness’ motions and her search for comfort against the quiet angel softened Alexiel’s hooded features as well as her icy voice.

“Mmm. Could it be these creatures that attacked not so far ago?” she asked, shifting her gaze to the ruins not so far from them. “I missed them altogether, but the spoils of their doing are still warm.”

Alexiel may not know the details of what was happening but if these creatures just attacked and left, there was a good chance they were being used by a higher power that was collecting information. It was a very popular strategic maneuver during conflicts.

Crossing her arms, she looked at Duma thoughtfully, studying the injuries hidden by the thick feathers. “Are you in need of a healer to tend your wings?”

Oh yes this would be just as irritating as first seen. She did not care to introduce herself to him, but to them. Lucifer was not unused to a coldness from others, as he was prone to giving it. Nobodies, so they had been attacked by Nobodies. Not-quite human? That brought back to mind the Riku-copy, briefly.

"They call them 'Nobodies' the white things," Lucifer offered, but did nothing else to the conversation. He would remain a watcher unless needed or addressed. At the moment there was nothing that concerned him here or anywhere else.

Of course, a being that had injured Duma... well, that might be dealt with later, depending on his mood. But Lucifer was not the vengeful type. That was not his realm of influence.

The lion tilted her head towards Lucifer as he offered the name for the creatures, giving a thoughtful look. "The... not-quite human said he was just a nobody." Or something like that. Kiara'd been too angry and too stressed and just a bit of afraid when the situation had gone down. For a moment, she is silent, before she glances up to Alexiel once again. She is, for a lack of a better word, interesting. Lucifer does not seem to like her that much, but Kiara finds Lucifer comes off as someone who does not like many people. She looks up to Duma when he is asked about a healer, not quite sure about what such would be, but understanding the concept of 'healing.'

It is odd, being so naive amongst all these new human things. Although one cannot say she was the wisest back home, either. "... Duma?" she questions, as though following up Alexiel's question. Despite not knowing what exactly she means.

Duma feels like putting his face in his hands and shaking his head or escaping the conversation altogether. Instead, he frowns a little at Alexi. Because of his silence, he tends to be the one stuck in the middle of arguments. He looks at Lucifer, expecting a reply from him, or not expecting it as it would make things better. Duma is glad that the two powerful angels decided to drop the subject altogether.

He nods in agreement to Alexi's statement about the strange creatures that attacked the city just a while ago. While Lucifer seems to have decided to simply be a watcher in the conversation, Duma is glad that he doesn't seem to be making any move to leave just yet. At Alexi's question, Duma stretches out his injured wing to see the wounds more clearly himself. He wonders if the wounds are bad enough that they would require a healer or if they will heal by themselves in time.

Duma looks to Lucifer again, trying to still include him in the conversation somehow, this time with a question in his eyes. While his status may be a fallen angel, Duma never really fell, but he figures that Lucifer might have been terribly hurt when he did. Lucifer should know what to do.

At noticing Lucifer’s displeasure, Alexiel smirked beneath the mask. She knew her manners weren’t exactly well-bred, but she was raised in a cage away from people, it was expected. Furthermore, it amused her greatly to provoke a Lucifer-alike something other than devotion or obsession, no matter how she attempted with Four Wings, it only triggered the opposite reaction.

At Duma’s frown, she averted her eyes, smile fading. This angel and his feline companion were managing to break into her shell before it was completely formed.

“Nobodies?” Alexiel asked, allowing the name roll on her tongue, casting her gaze down for a moment. She had heard something about them in the network but had no paid attention at the time. She had been disoriented and missing Rosiel, recalling him. She was still grieving, despite the distractions. “With such cruel name, I’m not surprised they cause damage. Human or not.” She felt compassion towards anyone carrying the stigma of a “no-body” fate.

When Duma stretched his hand, Alexiel approached again, extending her own. The air around the silent angel’s wing shifted, enforced to relieve the pain and to speed the regeneration slightly. She never learned delving like Raphael did and usually employed her elemental powers unconsciously or to destroy, but those basic pain relief actions, she was aware of. Alexiel would no shift Duma’s body or change it as Rosiel would, merely guide into a proper recovery without much interference.

“Your wing is healing naturally, but try to not use it until the process is done,” Alexiel added quickly. “And to avoid more injuries as well.” She turned to Lucifer, lifting her brow, waiting if her diagnosis was accurate.

It was nice of Duma to try and include Lucifer, but he was hardly the type who appreciated 'nice'ness or being included in these sort of conversations. He turned his attention to the wings half listening to Alexi's diagnosis. She looked, and sounded, like one of the Silver City's war angels. The irony of this situation, and almost any situation involving angels, was not lost on him.

The temptation to hold his tongue and say nothing, if only because it is Alexi speaking rises in him. However, he is old enough to have gained some maturity over the years. "...it would not take much time to heal, but it can also be easily fixed."

He is no healer, but Lucifer knows many things. He has enough power and knowledge to heal minor wounds such as these. But he will not, unless there is indication from Duma that this is what the angel wanted.

Duma thinks about Alexi's words for a moment. Even though he was rather angry when those Nobodies attacked his companions, Duma feels a little sorry for them now. He wonders if he would act the same way had he been named a Nobody. He thinks not, but reality is rarely if ever the same as imagined. Duma lets Alexi approach him, looking at her with a little curiosity as she did something to make his wounds less painful. He smiles at her in gratitude.

If those Nobodies come for them again then Duma will use his wings to help Kiara and himself flee without hesitation, but he supposes he should at least obey her suggestion after she helped heal him.

Fixed? Duma flexes his wings to make sure that it is working properly. It feels a little strange. Reaching out to touch the wound, Duma notices that there is a bullet lodged in his wing still. A man-made object in his wing. Made by a mortal, how curious. Duma tries to show the bullet to Lucifer, wondering if it would be alright to let it stay there. It seems that getting it out might be painful.

For first time, Alexi paid real attention to Lucifer and the way he worded his speech. She stared at him, guessing his good intentions with Duma despite the indifferent front he displayed. He must really care for the angel, otherwise, for how he acted; he wouldn’t have bothered to come.

She inclined her head to Duma’s smile. The wind would act as a painkiller as long she deemed so until the wings were fully recovered.

If Raphael were here, she thought, thinking in the great healer of Heaven. He wouldn’t want to heal Duma unless he develops voluptuous curves. Raphael had a standard in his patients, angels or not: attractive, young and female.

She spotted the bullet when Duma show it to Lucifer and decided to let the other take care of that - out of curiosity and because she knew better than to pry in something personal. Alexiel was about to introduce herself to the third party, taking a step forward him yet she paused, sensing a powerful, familiar aura emanating northwest from their position.

Her eyes widened slightly and turned to glance at that direction so faraway. It was unmistakable: Lucifer had arrived. She had not expected him so soon. But most importantly, Alexiel’s gaze to the blond well-dressed fellow angel, their auras were frightening identical.

“I should have known.”

A bullet. How... human of them, really. He had never developed a taste for firearms, but he could see why people liked them. Efficient little mechanisms, very good at what they were designed to do. Unfortunately, they were not designed for any productive reason. A long time ago, Lucifer may have had another reaction. A long time ago Lucifer cared.

Healing, he had almost forgotten it. There was not much use for it for himself, or for Mazikeen. In Hell they did not heal, the pain of injury was part of the experience, after all. Lucifer reached a hand out, not quite touching the bullet or the wound, "...this might hurt." A bland precaution. He was not so good as to be able to pull the bullet out and heal the wound. Instead ... it was much like asking, and then convincing the flesh it wished to expel the bullet.

Lucifer's brow quirked, and a brief frown crossed his face. It was unlike him to forget who his power came from, angel or devil. It was a bit of a bitter reminder that here, which felt so far from his Father, he was less.

Alexi said something that caught his attention, but he did not grace her with his attention. If it was important, well, it would make itself known.

Duma looks intently at Lucifer's outreached hand, curious about what he is going to do to his wound. Not that he is suspicious, of course. Duma would trust Lucifer with his life. For all his bad reputation, Duma knows that Lucifer is more trustworthy than some angels he knew. Duma trusts Lucifer much more than he trusts Remiel.

Wincing a little, he tries to note move his wing despite of the pain. Duma frowns, less about the pain than about Lucifer's expression. The former lord of Hell's apathy is quite infamous, and seeing a frown on his face is enough to make Duma concerned about him.

He folds his wings while trying to meet Lucifer's eyes. Duma is not known for reading others' thoughts and emotions, but the eyes do speak volumes. He wants to know the reason for Lucifer's frown. Duma wants to know so he can erase that reason.

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