maskormenace | 001: first prayer, voice-video

"If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself down from hence: For it is written, He shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee: And in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone." Poor baby.

The prophets wrote that Jesus, having resurrected, first presented himself to Mary Magdalene, who did not recognize him. Well, that's a classical telling. 'The women' is a more accurate translation. So I did that. They had cookies. [ A thoughtful clucking sound is attached to the disassociated voice. ] Then he came down upon his disciples, and broke bread with them. Would you be surprised to know just how many Satanists there are in Florida? They were very accommodating.

[ The camera is turned upwards. Here, at last, is an (unfortunately) familiar face for those who have been here for a while. Lucifer doesn't look like much otherwise, just another steely eyed, rough featured imPort making his introductions. There are wounds healing on his - admittedly pale - face that look like they might have been some kind of deep tissue radiation burn. Still, he doesn't seem to be in any pain--he looks kind of cheerful. ]

I really don't know what I did to deserve a military escort, but I'm more than happy to know that I've engendered such respect in the human population here. Well--respect; fear; one is so very much like the other.

Now then, why don't we start with some introductions. [ He tapped his lip with one finger, considering where to start. ] I have a number of names, most largely unnecessary, but Lucifer will do. For the uneducated amongst you, that means I'm an archangel. For the heathens--well, sucks to be you; you have fun with that. [ The amusement is clear in the crinkles about his eyes. ] Furthermore, I'm delighted to announce that very soon I'll be usurping the airtime of a televangelist near you. Television exposure, a sponsorship from DRV Games, the adoration of my fans-- [ He drawls, it's difficult to tell whether or not he's being sarcastic: ] It's like a dream come true.

Oh, and Dean? Hello darling. Let's have a little chat, shall we? Happy belated Easter, chickens.

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It wouldn't do for angels answering prayers to have to ask for a street number, now, would it?

[ The sarcasm wasn't any less cutting in person. But at the same time there were other attributing factors. Nearby, the effect of his chill was drawing people in on themselves, even on this pleasant spring day. A tiny little dog in a nearby handbag, which had been yapping at strangers when Lucifer arrived, cowered in the safe depths out of sight, trembling.

Lucifer didn't pay it any attention, his eyes were on Dorian. ]

What could we possibly have to discuss, I wonder?

Well, if you truly are the devil, we've got one obvious talking point. [ Surely Lucifer would know about the lack of soul, right? If the devil from his world could take away souls, surely this one could as well. ]

And if that obvious talking point isn't surprising to you, then that tells me all I need to know.

I always forget how soullessness can stunt a conversation. It's like talking to somebody who's forgotten how nuance feels. But nevermind; we are both on the same wavelength, aren't we, Dorian?

[ He waves the waitress over with a flick of his hand, never so much as taking his eyes from the other man in the process. ]

Would you like anything?

[ So he knows. He does know about the soullessness. Which is more worrying than Dorian wants to admit. ]

In my defense, I rarely get to talk about this with anybody. Most people are simply oblivious to my soulless state, so I take what I can get.

[ As the waitress walks over, Dorian turns his attention fully to her, giving her a winning smile as he orders. ] I'll take a cafe Americano please, no fancy additions like vanilla or extra foam, just the coffee. [ He turns back towards Lucifer, waiting to see what he'd order. Did the devil even drink coffee in the first place? ]

[ Lucifer barely looked at her, however; he was watching Dorian, because without his ability to read his soul, there really wasn't much to pick up on--like looking at a frame that had once held a beautiful painting, only the ragged edges of the canvas still clinging on where it had been cut away. ]

Bring me something I haven't tried before. [ He instructed, simply, and waved the woman away again. ]

But they must find you unnerving if they spent too long with you. That empty thing flopping about, nothing really real inside of it. Even the most inept idiots must eventually notice the difference.

Do you have many friends, Dorian?

I suppose I do, [ Dorian responded, with an idle wave of his hand. Even though a lot of them had left, he certainly had people he'd call acquaintances, maybe even friends. ] But even my friends don't know everything about me.

[ 'Suppose' isn't 'yes', and Lucifer is more than aware of the distinction. Nor has Dorian seen fit, perhaps, to fill them in on the details. ]

More like you could fill a book with what they don't know. Or two.

Why not tell them?

A little mystery's good for a relationship. When you know everything about your partner, what's the point of keeping them around?

I'd be the wrong person to ask.

[ Knowing everything about everyone comes with the territory. ]

What did you fritter it away on? Money? Women? Ah--your youthful good looks?

I'm Dorian Gray, take a guess. [ said with a small little laugh, and a shake of his head. Looks. It was totally his looks. ]

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