paixaorpg | Meeting Again [Ongoing]

Character(s): Alexiel

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Content: Lucifer's dream come true, maybe.
Setting: Somewhere around Folios Weaponry.
Time: Early evening.
Warnings: None.

They called him a great many things, some of them pretty, most words of condemnation. Morning Star, Great Serpent, Traitor, First of the Fallen, Incarnation of Evil, Destroyer of Worlds. Before his fall, he had been worshipped, and afterwards feared - but there hadn't been a time when people had not looked at him with awe, as if facing something far away out of the world and utterly unattainable.

The man who now sat on a rooftop and watched the mechanical sun set could not have said himself whether that was because he'd always been so or whether he'd really just played along. Either way, the result was the same: that he was unreachable, touched by nothing in this world except for one - or so he thought; beings thought to be eternal changed only slowly and laborously, and so he still had a lot to learn about feelings. But this one, he had never doubted belonging to; he'd felt tied to her since their first meeting in that poisonous Garden and since then desperately sought to be close to her. Thus, it was no wonder he found himself in this place with its fake life and fake sun.

Mechanical sun. So oddly reminiscent of home; wasn't that what Adam Kadamon had said, at the end? The flawedness of everything tore all sense from the very concept of their universe. That had brought him no small of satisfaction; he had been right - they had been right. Her and him, always so very the same. He was getting impatient and had often pondered seeking her out, but as going back on his promise to give her freedom was the last thing he would do, he'd complied with her wish to be left alone.

In the meantime, he had been investigating, particularly with the goal to find a way out. This place and its whole appearance of being... orchestrated grated on his nerves. Escaped one cage only to be trapped in another. What sat with him even less well was the fact that he'd been pulled here entirely without his consent or even consciousness of such a process until it was too late. Well. He supposed he could have flown off the island before entering the damned City, but there'd been Alexiel's aura. Still, he suspected that something or someone what behind this, and deep down, it frightened him a little (really, only a little) that there was still a power in this world he had priorly known absolutely nothing of.

So the Lord of Demons sat atop a roof and pondered.

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"Penny for your thoughts," her voice murmured as light as the wind and fast as the beacon of the fake sun. Alexiel was made of elements, of Creation and, now, of Destruction as well. She was unstable and changing, she could feel the unstoppable lost of her original identity while her self was merging with what she took from her brother.

God's heartless doll, his beloved daughter, the Messiah of demons and angel of retribution; the glorious goddess of warfare and former great organic angel. She had called herself angel of death, but that name was empty, she was... different.

No longer a twin or a sister, Alexiel felt, for the first time in the immeasurable eons of her existence, so confused and alone. That weakness was what she tried to hide from him. She wouldn't like to be vulnerable. Fragility was a trait neither wanted to show.

"That's what humans say, isn't it?"

For a moment, he just stared at the figure of the woman who had landed on the roof in front of him. One of her wings hid the fake sun from his view. From behind that wing, it alluminated her in a peculiar way. She looked almost as though she had acquired a halo. The thought would maybe have provoked a small, sardonic grin, but he was too busy right now drinking in the sight of her - and her aura, which had hit him somewhat suddenly, as she had hidden it before.

He thought he noticed an oddity in it, a brief fluctuation, but then it was gone. Still, he was left with the slight notion that something was off - he was very well aware that her brother's death hadn't been easy on her - but he chose not to inquire upon it as of yet.

Instead he looked her in the eye, his own face serene and open, so she would know that he did not intend to antagonize her. He spoke without hurry.

"Do they? I'm not too familiar with human sayings."

"After possessing so many humans, I thought you would be acquaintance with the basics, Four Wings," Alexiel said, tucking her wings within, not making a move to go closer to Lucifer. She looked up, face staring at the radiant, fake sun, her eyes went soft as the reminder of her brother's inorganic light.

"How have you been?"

One corner of his lips quirked ever so slightly. "Do forgive me if a saying or another happens to have escaped my memory." He still looked at her, though entirely without insistence. Her change of expression did by no means escape him, yet he chose again not to comment on it.

"Such a question for me? I have not been different than any other time." He reflected upon his former thoughts and decided to share. "Though this place has proven itself quite a riddle."

He made a pause, then: "And what is your answer to that question?"

Pretenses were dropped, guards were shattered as Alexiel allowed herself honesty just with him. It was a pointless exercise to hide under false strength and optimism. "Different. Complete... Numb."

She stared at him, wondering what color were her eyes now. Were they golden as Rosiel's or blue as the noon sky? She brushed the dust from the journey, watching the quiet surroundings.

"This place is inorganic."

Ah yes, so that was it. He'd already made his guesses as to her condition, and he'd guessed right. No wonder it was, then, that she'd wanted time to herself -- not that he felt sorry for pestering her.

Numb, she said. Yes, indeed, she looked thoroughly emotionless - almost resembling the Alexiel he'd first laid eyes upon, so many eons ago.
Almost. He knew she was different now.

He also took note of her commenting on the inorganic nature of the place - it seemed like a reference, maybe, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or subconscious.

"So I've noticed." Again, he looked at her solemnly. "There are still living beings here - even if rather of the annoying kind."

"Almost everything annoys you," Alexiel said as she turned from him, walking a little away with her gaze lost in the limited horizon. She knew this place was contained like Eden, even if different from that Garden.

"Still the same man, aren't you?" she murmured under her breath. He wasn't the same man, she knew he had changed and that she had a hand on it. But it was painful to feel now, to allow herself a moment of softness.

While watching Alexiel turn away from him, Lucifer contemplated her words. Truly, he did not like the thought of having changed or its implications; though if he was truthful, he couldn't deny that such a process had taken place.

Since his resurrection, he'd been dealing with an amount of emotion that was very unusual to him. Which was precisely what made him uncomfortable about the whole deal. Now, his feelings for the woman in front of him, he'd had enough time to accept - the problem was the others. Those other people, and the world at large, that he suddenly wasn't completely indifferent to.

"Is that what you think?" Truly, he doubted it, but he wanted to get her out of her reserve.

"No," replied Alexiel without looking at him. She was tired and didn't want to display openly how deep that weariness ran. She felt like wanting to sleep for another series of eons, but knew she couldn't have that luxury any longer.

"Are you satisfied with just my presence?" She changed the subject, wondering idly how much he craved for touch and comfort she would refuse. There was an emotional wall built around her heart and sanity to keep her going without thinking: Rosiel died, I killed him.

I failed.

Ah, so she knew. Nothing unexpected - she always paid enough attention to know such things. She'd never allowed herself to let that bit of waryness slip.

She was also wary of him, always keeping him at a distance, and no matter how long they'd known each other or how close they'd been, that had, after all, stayed the same.

Now to think that once, he had fancied the thought that she trusted him.

"No."

Why yes, he longed to touch her, now that they were truly themselves again, but as she had picked up on his changes, he had picked up on her mood. She would not grant him any such thing at this moment.

"Does it matter?"

Alexiel looked at her feet, thinking before replying. She knew her words, her actions and her closed nature will hurt him. But she couldn't deceive him with sweet nothings and promises of a bright future.

"It matters to you," finally answered, avoiding the topic. "Tell me, Lucifer, if I asked you... Would you destroy me?" Or try, Alexiel thought, she wasn't sure if death was possible for someone such as she.

Even though certainly nothing was further from Lucifer than comic book expressions, well, he could have sworn he just heard his bloody heart shatter.

In all seriousness, she couldn't have said that. She could not. He would not stand for it.

There was a moment when he just stopped thinking, and when his brain took activity back up, he stood behind her, his hand just short of touching her shoulder. He lowered it again, then paused a moment.

It took five breaths to be completely calm again.

"No," he said simply. "I have lived for you, and I have died for you, and I have made you my everything, and thus the least I expect in return is for you to try living. I am selfish."

Just like you.

Meeting Again [Ongoing]

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