maskormenace | Video; forward dated to the 6th

[ 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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[~~OH ok. that is good to know. XD~~]

That wasn't really what I was asking.

I'm Lucifer, not God. Try more words, it's amazing how that helps get your point across.

Oh, ok. [weirdly that isn't sarcastic at all.] Why did you make those things happen?

A variety of reasons, and for no reason at all. I mean, it doesn't really matter to me either way, but I suppose I made it happen because... Oh wait. I didn't. I delivered some jewelery, that's all.

That seems like a very roundabout way of doing things.

I've spent millennia imprisoned, I'm in no hurry to repeat the process.

[~~one day, ryoji will know how that feels. not today, though!~~]

How did that happen?

I betrayed Heaven, corrupted humanity, and waged war against my Father, and a whole host of my brothers and sisters.

A prison was built just for me.

Why did you do that?

I didn't feel that it was right for creatures of divinity to bow to multitudinous, duplicitous, paradise destroying apes.
I mean, really. If someone - even someone you respected and loved - told you to bow down and worship a cockroach, would you do it?

[ryoji knows jack about Christian mythos, he has literally no idea what you're talking about.]

Was it really that bad? [honestly you seem kind of bitter. and are reminding him a little bit of the people who made him for the purpose of destroying everything.]

[ Made for the purpose of destroying everything is how he feels too. ]

It isn't about whether it's good or bad. It's about choice.

[.......oh. well then. ryoji knows all about not being given a choice.]

Were you not given one?

In a manner of speaking.
God created all of us, you see. He created our flaws, and our more positive attributes. When He created me, He made me proud, and beautiful, and I was His favorite angel. I was His favorite because I was more willful than the others, because I knew - because I believed - that I had a choice. He loved that about me. Of course He did. He made me that way.
At the time of my creation, He knew that one day I would make a decision He didn't agree with. He made my younger brothers and sisters in anticipation of a war that wouldn't be played out for millennia.
I was given the ability to choose, and the illusion of thinking that the choices I made were ever my own.
But Fate tied my hands.

[.....oh. though the details are very different, there's still a lot of that that hits very close to home for Ryoji. He was never meant to be as willful as he was- had everything been as it truly should have, he would have served his purpose without question, without feeling.

But he became more human, and took that love of life and humanity into himself, and now what he's meant to do seems terrible, something that would destroy everything he values, and everyone that he cares about. But he can't stop him.

Fate tied his hands, as well.[

That's... sort of what Fate does, unfortunately. [but he is remarkably more sympathetic than he was starting this conversation.] I'm sorry that happened.

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