Video; forward dated to the 6th

[angelfire]

[ Okay, he's bored. Where are the tumbling heroics? Where's the challenge? Lucifer is here - back - whatever, taking time out from recording his show to hang out on the network with you fascinating examples of God's greatest mistakes. He sets up his camera, which shows off the back of a chair that reads 'Lucifer' in broad black writing. The background is a handsome looking church, with stained glass windows, long red carpets, and hanging red drapes that tumble down the broad pillars. Huge bouquets of summer flowers decorate the altars and tumble out of the planters beside the pews, and light pours in through the round feature window. For once, Lucifer - when he takes his seat - is groomed, dressed in a neat black on black suit, and finished with silver fish shaped cufflinks and everything. He looked the part of the villain, the businessman; the schemer. A charismatic cult leader. Or well...like a guy in a sharp suit. He counted off on his fingers: ]

Pestilence. War. Famine. [ And he touched his fourth finger, then looked puzzled at the camera. ] Well, would you look at that. Four horsemen, not three. No prizes to anyone who guesses the last one.

[ He reaches into his breast pocket, removing a simple silver ring very carefully, propped it on his thumbnail and then flicked it. Flicked Death's ring clean into the air, then snatched his hand up and caught it. ] One left.

[ He leaned very slightly forward, speaking as though he were sharing a secret. ] Don't worry your head about it, my darling. I wouldn't dream of giving this thing to just anyone, but its multiversal owner really will have to come fetch it back before I'm tempted. To do what? Who knows? I'm mercurial like that. Sammmmy, come on out to play. It's been forever.

[ Lucifer's attention was broken by his accepting a clipboard and signing off on something on it. ] Chicken soup again? [ A nod from the assistant. ] Good. It's wonderful for the soul.

[ And then he's left to continue with his video, and he rolls his eyes pointedly. ] The fault really lies with you, kiddos. All that anger and repression, it'll mess you right up. But for the sake of argument, I think it's fair to say 'I predict a riot'. Accurate? Why don't we talk it out, hm?

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[ferrisbuellean]

Good. But I guess you've always had good taste. Except with Justin Bieber because I can only assume he's some sort of Satanic spawn.

[angelfire]

I don't take responsibility for anything Canadian. Justin Bieber, Alanis Morisette. Not. My. Fault.

[microbrobotics]

what there's not more havoc you can cause WITH it?

[hunter_returns]

Me and Dean have taken him down once. We'll do it again. [Grim and determined and hey, they're on their own. Just like always.] If we get you the ring, can you keep it safe? Make sure the power stays contained?

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[hunter_returns]

[Seriously? Church of the Antichrist? Sam can't help the face he pulls before nodding once.] I'm on my way.

[More like he and Dean are both on their way, because he's not going alone. And there's the matter of getting there.

ooc: sounds like we're moving this to a log for the three of them?]

[ahappyending]

Not here, I can't. Here, I'm a mortal, just like you. Not my full self.

Ironically, it might be safest with the two of you.

[ahappyending]

Just like the War, Famine and Pestilence ones weren't?

Hoping to scare the mortals into submission or what?

[angelfire]

Far too many of them need to find God, my love.

Or simply learn respect.

[angelfire]

I'm not here to cause havoc. Have a laugh at your expense, perhaps? No. That's not my motivation, I'm afraid, guess again.

[microbrobotics]

ugh no thanks. you're no help.

[angelfire]

No no no. Zombie horsemen? It's something only my brother could come up with. Ergo less me-ey and more Lo-ki.

[ He has more, but it spoils the melody. ]

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[angelfire]

They make pills for that, you know.

[ The irritation, he means. But obviously he likes people being furious with him otherwise what would be the point in posting about it. ]

Death. This is Death's ring. Invisible, instant death. Clippety clop.

[ferrisbuellean]

Always blame the Canadians. What about the Kardashians. You gonna try blame them on someone else too?

[angelfire]

I'm no help? Really, that's the first time anyone's ever said that to me.

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[angelfire]

Exactly. They need the rest, and in certain other cases they simply need to let it all out. It's the only way to be ready for whatever else may be about to crawl out of the woodwork to get you.

[microbrobotics]

ha ha. hilarious.

[angelfire]

And Jeremy Kyle, Judge Judy and Donald Trump. Humanity is more evil than I could ever be.

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[whathawksdo]

Oh. [ Okay, a little scary. ] And all this to lure just one person in? Really?

You must be such a generous man to share with the rest of us instead of doing the sensible thing and making it a private event.

[ferrisbuellean]

You just help it along.

[angelfire]

Not usually personally. But sometimes you know if you want something done...

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[angelfire]

Of course not. What do you take me for? It's just a happy coincidence. Killing a few birds with one stone--sometimes literally, but great things require casualties.

Why so bitter?

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[angelfire]

[ And yet it was what all the cool kids were doing now, wasn't it? Atheism didn't make anyone unique any more--now saying that you could believe in something. That was powerful. And if that powerful thing happened to be able to drop in and shake down your drug dealer landlord...well, the world became a fairer place.

For Lucifer's followers.

He smiled, all teeth, and inclined his head. ]

My church. I'm considering renaming it-Church of the Antichrist has a real 1970's horror feel to it. Church of the Morningstar sounds so much more inviting.

I'll see that you're treated well when you arrive.

[infomodder]

Nothing to worry about there. I've never been an overeater. Everything in moderation, and all that.

[It's drinking that has the potential to turn bad. But since this conversation was about food in the first place and Will's last post to the Network was asking about food, he doesn't clue in on anything being too abnormal with such a statement (other than what he perceives as false concern). Food's a common topic, talking about with the devil doesn't have to mean he...knows. Either through weird Satan powers or talk (probably gossip).]

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[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh yes. I'll put that right down on my schedule.

[While Chilton's use of irony escaped many people's notice, this quip was handed down heavier. His invitation for a meeting was meant for neutral ground -- that was the calculation born into the risk. But into Lucifer's own church? That was asking for a Judas Cradle (metaphorically speaking). No, no, any endeavor to such a dark cathedral would require a battle plan.

Chilton believed in his own instinct, his own strategy. He understood this, and he anticipated that Lucifer did, as well -- which implied that if Lucifer wanted to forge Chilton anew (heretical as that would be), then he would first need to break down the psychiatrist. It would require retraining, recalibrating. Recontextualizing.

That's what frightened the psychiatrist; after all, it is what Chilton would do. Has done. To others. ]

Until then.

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[whathawksdo]

What I take you for are a several things unsuitable to be said in polite company.

[ A few birds? One stone? Maybe a sack of stones, into an unsuspecting chicken coop. ]

And spending the past three days breaking up fights is not exactly something I can think upon cheerfully rather than bitterly, now can I?