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eyemind2021-06-06 07:06 pm
dealwiththe) wrote in eyemind2021-06-06 07:06 pm
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[ Ah look, a new, and very handsome, face on the network! Enjoy your first look at Lucifer, residents of Navi. You're welcome.
He looks about forty, and sounds British, though he is of course neither. His smile, while wide and brilliant and charming, doesn't quite reach his eyes, which can best be described as "sad puppy dog brown". He's very well-dressed, though there might be a drop of blood or two on the otherwise-pristine collar of his white dress shirt - from a cut that's healing nicely on his temple. ]
Right, introductions are in order, I think. I'm Lucifer - Morningstar, yes, that one. Ruler of Hell, Satan, Beelzebub, all of that, but probably not the Devil you know. I'd rather keep the murder attempts at a minimum, they're very annoying. I don't lie, I don't kill, and I don't eat babies - that was a joke, I had no idea Dante would take me literally on that one. Milton got a little closer to the truth but the metaphors are always way off!
[ He sighs, shrugs, and pulls out a flask, taking a swig from it, then scowling at it for a moment. ]
Right, so, ask away, everyone always has questions, but I have a few as well. I don't suppose anyone has any decent liquor on board?
[ He tips the flask, and nothing comes out. He's empty. SAD TROMBONE. ]
And can we make requests? Perhaps we can try to stop off at a planet with a halfway decent piano bar next. It's been ages since I've seen the inside of one that wasn't a Hell loop.
He looks about forty, and sounds British, though he is of course neither. His smile, while wide and brilliant and charming, doesn't quite reach his eyes, which can best be described as "sad puppy dog brown". He's very well-dressed, though there might be a drop of blood or two on the otherwise-pristine collar of his white dress shirt - from a cut that's healing nicely on his temple. ]
Right, introductions are in order, I think. I'm Lucifer - Morningstar, yes, that one. Ruler of Hell, Satan, Beelzebub, all of that, but probably not the Devil you know. I'd rather keep the murder attempts at a minimum, they're very annoying. I don't lie, I don't kill, and I don't eat babies - that was a joke, I had no idea Dante would take me literally on that one. Milton got a little closer to the truth but the metaphors are always way off!
[ He sighs, shrugs, and pulls out a flask, taking a swig from it, then scowling at it for a moment. ]
Right, so, ask away, everyone always has questions, but I have a few as well. I don't suppose anyone has any decent liquor on board?
[ He tips the flask, and nothing comes out. He's empty. SAD TROMBONE. ]
And can we make requests? Perhaps we can try to stop off at a planet with a halfway decent piano bar next. It's been ages since I've seen the inside of one that wasn't a Hell loop.
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I’m not a demonic entity. I’m an ex-angel, and I rule over demons, I’m not one of them.
And I was in LA doing what everyone in LA tries to do - live my own life. It wasn’t bad for a while, either.
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[He presses his lips together.] My world's demonic entities - there's no sense of reason to them beyond seemingly apocalyptic plans and cults dedicated to it.
[That just kind of bursts out but he considers that notion.] Something happened?
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That’s a bit like what happened in my world. They got uppity. Started endangering humans. [ His face hardens a little, thinking about it. Specifically, they endangered humans he cares about. ] So, I had to go back. To Hell. Resume my kingly duties.
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He shakes it off.]
Our world involved what seems to be an intersection of cults focusing on my family dedicated to playing music that would open a portal to a demonic dimension playing sounds to summon the legions of the damned while forcibly possessing human beings.
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That must be one Hell of a tune.
[ Oh no. You’ve done it now! Let the musical puns begin! ]
Oh, oh! Does it involve the Devil’s Chord?
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Yes. How did you know?
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[ And he sings, perfectly in pitch: ] It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine...
[ But oh, he's going to have so much fun with this! ]
But I get it! When it comes to the apocalypse, you really have to strike just the right chord. Everything needs to be pitch-perfect. Whoever orchestrates it can't be tone-deaf.