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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[infomodder]

Among animals, perhaps. Not the same with homo sapiens.

[Is this how a normal conversation with Lucifer goes? He can dig these questions better than "What's your favorite color?" or "If you could take five things to an island, what would they be?" Not that he finds this sort of question palatable, not at all, but it's at least a bit more interesting.]

Little of column A, little of column B. And yourself?

[Quid pro quo.]

[angelfire]

Wolves are more pagan symbols than Christian ones. Fenrir, for example. Of course my brother never had any children, serpent or otherwise, but these things will get mixed up.

[ Is he deliberately avoiding the answer or building up to it? ]

But a pride of lions isn't much unlike a pack of wolves. There's the alpha, Himself in this case, and his firstborn sons, my brothers and I. To answer your question, I suppose lone wolf originally by necessity, but I've discovered since then that I don't play well with others.

[ Although what he's implying was obvious even before the question came up, which is that if he could have ruled heaven and called all the shots, he'd have been all about the pack. ]

[infomodder]

A culling of the herd is sometimes necessary.

[Will's not going to make a jab about that's sometimes also considered a sort of survival of the fittest, and does Lucifer think that only applies when he is the one who picks those put in exile and left to fend for themselves? Does it only become a problem when the same sort of treatment is used against him? That's a bit rude...and rather revealing because yeah, he's still analyzing. Leaky faucet that can't be fixed, him and analyzing.]

We all react to betrayal differently.

[Much less rude.]

[angelfire]

Betrayal is one thing. But ultimately betrayal, war, and my Fall was my Father's Vision; His Design.

[infomodder]

[s q u i n t]

Of course it was. Bible talks about how He's everywhere all at once, past future and present. He knew what He was doing. He knows us before we're formed and all that.
I've always been curious how Adam and Eve can be blamed when their fates were already scripted, so to speak.

[angelfire]

And my role in her corruption--preordained. Which means conceivably it was the point all along to make me the bad guy, and provide a Hell with which to contrast Heaven.

So it's ultimately God's fault.

[infomodder]

[A five minute delay and then...this rudeness. Sorry, God.]

So organized religions based around this particular God are nothing but a convoluted type of Stockholm Syndrome?

[angelfire]

I'd say that's a fair assessment. But what else have you got going for you, after all?

[infomodder]

For those who believe in God and the bible and all that? Free will, probably.

[Badum tish. But haha, Will talking about a ~Father's love~ nah it's not happening.]

Or the illusion of it, I suppose, not that I'd want to get into that argument with anyone particularly devout.

[angelfire]

Devout doesn't come into it. Fate is something I can interpret, and I have learned to accept it.

It's harder for you. There is nothing guiding you, nothing controlling you; but you were made as you were, and you do what you were made to do, as does the sun and the moon and all the cute little furry animals. Even me.

[infomodder]

The fate you know. From the home you left. That doesn't cross over here, does it?

[If God really is everywhere in all these worlds, who is to say that He isn't trying different things in each one? That a world gone wrong sets up another world that might go right, and so one place's fate is completely different from another based on the simplest changes throughout history. Certain things are the same here, seem to be the same worlds across, but fate? Bullshit that's the same everywhere. That's just senseless.]