eyemind | really sad devil guy; open;

WHO: Lucifer and whoever wants to deal with his sad ass.
WHAT: His girlfriend's in cryo.
WHERE: The... cryo... area...
WHEN: Now.
WARNINGS: Will add if necessary. Mostly he's just Really Sad Devil Guy.

When he wakes, he knows immediately something is wrong.

Chloe isn't in the bed next to him - which might not necessarily be a bad sign, but she didn't leave a note. If she gets up for something that would take longer than a couple of minutes, she leaves him a note. Went to grab a snack, be back soon. That sort of thing. There is no note, the bed is rumpled a bit as if she got up in a hurry.

He goes searching. He could just ask Navi, but he doesn't want to know what the answer will be, not yet, not yet.

After about an hour of wandering around the ship in boxers and a robe, his hair mussed and his eyes red-rimmed, he caves and asks. And it's like his heart is being stomped on.

He finds her, in the cryo bay. He paces back and forth in front of her pod for a bit, then stands in front of it, studying her, wanting to reassure himself that at least she's here, she's - alive???? She must be alive, right, that's what all the beeping means and whatnot. But he can't reach her, he can't touch her or talk to her.

Eventually he sinks down to the floor, leaning his shoulder against the pod where Chloe now sleeps. The metal is cool against him, and he lets out a sigh.

"Wake up," he mutters, to her, or to himself.

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"Well, no matter what happens, no matter what I do, sooner or later she'll die," Lucifer says matter-of-factly. "Then she'll go to Heaven, and I'll never see her again."

That was perhaps the greatest cruelty of it all, wasn't it? How short the lives of mortals were, and in Lucifer's case that he was so barred from them after the fact.

"She will," He murmurs quietly. There's no avoiding that, and yet... "Is there no possibility for something different, after?" He doesn't entirely know how strict the borders are in Lucifer's universe. For souls or Celestials.

Humans, at least, have the hope of meeting again in the afterlife. Even if they don't know it. Lucifer stops bothering with the glass, and takes a swig directly from the bottle.

"Humans only go to Hell when they feel extreme guilt about something," he explains. "She has nothing to feel guilty about. And as for me..." He gets a wry, bitter sort of smile on his face. "If I ever try to go to Heaven again, I'll give new meaning to the term lightbringer." He makes a little gesture and a poof sound.

"Thousands of years, I never cared. Never wanted to go back."

As expected. Murmur makes a mental note to bring him some more later, and perhaps a blanket. He doubts Lucifer will be leaving any time soon.

"Yes, your exile does parallel that of my universe. Though the function of your Hell differs," At least somewhat, it has aspects. "I am certain she would not be thrilled by your experiencing that fate, afterlife or no. Though I must ask, do the souls of humans have the ability to choose?" It's the only option he can think of, and given their attachment he can't imagine Chloe would give up on Lucifer so easily.

"Technically, they all choose," Lucifer says with a snort. That's the secret, Cap. They're the ones who decide where they go. "Just not like that. And anyway -"

He can't look at her again. He sort of half tilts his head up, then back down, thunk against the glass. "I'd never want her to have to make that choice. Like some bloody Hades and Persephone crap -" He has to laugh a little because Persephone is actually fucking here - "except so much worse because she'd never see anyone she loved ever again. Just me, the demons, and the countless tormented souls of guilty humans."

"Technically," He agrees. Free will and choice and all that is the dictator... usually. It wasn't always so simple.

Murmur winces slightly at the thunk, he knows Lucifer's fine but he worries anyway. This is different from his past malaise. This one might not pass. He doesn't know what, if anything, he could do to help. Persephone is there, and Murmur finds it unnecessary to say as much. She might have some choice words on the topic if she knew they were discussing her. Better to keep it polite.

"...There is no ideal outcome to this, is there?" Sorry, Luce, Murmur isn't good at platitudes and gave up quick.

"Nope," he says flatly. "Another of Dad's sick... mind games. Fall in love with the kindest, the most incredible human, and know we'll be separated for eternity. Why'd He..." He takes a long draw from the bottle. "Why'd He do this to me?"

There's no heat there. He doesn't even really believe the words he says anymore, it's just the thing he always says when something bad happens in his life.

He's tempted to rise to the bait and join in on bemoaning their Father's cruelty but... it lacks the vitriol this time. If it is His Plan, it's sick, but they don't necessarily know that. Even Lucifer for a change seems to have lost his fire on the subject.

So instead he just moves over to stand beside Lucifer, choosing to lean on the cryopod across from Chloe's. Lucifer needs company more than he needs to vent.

"I believe that is also a question many have asked, with nary a satisfactory answer. This is living, isn't it? This pain?"

Lucifer sighs. "I thought I was living with it. I left her, after all. Went back to Hell. I thought I was never going to see her again." Another swig from the bottle. "It was - okay, it was fucking awful, is what it was, but at least I had a job to do, so I didn't think about her constantly."

There isn't any advice, nor words of comfort Murmur can offer that would make this situation any easier. Lucifer's already lived it once, and while one could say it wasn't Hell it probably doesn't feel a whole lot different at the moment. Especially with all the idleness in between the chaos. No work to do, just plenty of time to sit and think.

"Were that I had some grand wisdom to offer. Or even lesser wisdom that you could tell me to stick somewhere unmentionable," He's trying for a joke. It's not great. "Is there anything I can offer? If you've more to say, I am willing to listen."

"I could use liquor more than wisdom right now," Lucifer says with a heavy sigh. "I just... need to be here. In case she wakes up. I don't want her to wake up not knowing where she is, all alone."

He glances at Murmur - oh right, he's in Strand's body. Weird. He glances away again.

"Don't waste your bloody chance, all right? If you've got a good thing going, make sure to take advantage. Make sure they know how you feel."

"I'll bring some more." He's not about to argue against Lucifer staying, it is the most obvious course of action for the moment. Murmur doubts she'll be waking soon, all those who have fallen into cryo have at least taken a few months to return. Still, that's probably not comforting information so he will keep it to himself. "Anything else? Blankets, perhaps I could send Ella your way?" If he can find her given the mix-ups happening right now.

It's very weird please don't mention it he hates it.

He looks surprised at the sudden advice from Lucifer, mouth opening to respond before he decides against it and just shuts it again, instead offering a nod. It is good advice, and this moment does just drive home the stark reminder of just how fleeting and fragile human lives are. "I will. Thank you."

Lucifer just makes a vague noise - he's not about to turn down the offer of more company, but he's not going to beg for it, either. Booze. Booze is what he needs. And just... to be here.

In case Chloe wakes up.

"Thanks," he manages to say, finally.

Murmur will make an effort to locate and send Ella his way. Lucifer needs a friend right now and she is a much better candidate than himself. Still, he'll do as promised and drop off a stockpile of alcohol and some blankets.

"Of course. Should you require anything further do reach out." He'll try to check in again another time. For now he'll dismiss himself to go do those errands.

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