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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I must be the dog. [ Horsemen need horses, after all. ] Something about howling at the moon, I suppose.

And did you howl at the moon, or did you dream sweet dreams? Did you dream a little dream of me?

Of fire and Hell, so close enough. For three fucking days.

I dreamed the real apocalypse.

It's less fun when it isn't accompanied by the dulcet melody of Freebird, is it?

[ A pause, as someone steps in and fluffs Lucifer's hair slightly. Hair and make up, yep. ]

I suppose you're entitled to be mad at me. Somewhat. But I didn't give you bad dreams-- [ He tapped his temple, and the man doing his make-up made an agitated noise and slapped at his hand. ] Those came from inside you.

To put it mildly. [Although, Freebird, really?

She glares daggers at the makeup artist for interrupting them, although once it's clear that Lucifer is going to just ignore him she resolves to do the same.]

Of course they did. That's what I take issue with. Don't get me wrong, I'd be pissed about the whole nightmare coma thing regardless, but that was my personal business you put on display. [Not to mention something she had no desire to re-live.]

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