maskormenace | Video; the wolf at your door

[ Lucifer has been gone for a while, keeping out of the way, letting the dust settle where it will. He's also reconsidered his approach to speaking on the network, as is evident by the change in venue. No longer is his video framed in stunning stained glass windows representing wings, or some other extravagant fixture of his church; instead Lucifer lazes on a long burgundy couch, propped up on top of a gold cushion. There is, perhaps surprisingly, the sound of football being played in the background. ]

Consumerism is beautiful, isn't it? I mean, look at this-- [ He waved his hand off screen. ] --Hours of dedicated advertising space, selling you things you don't need, broken up with the occasional three minutes of two dozen men standing around talking in the corner of a field. "Family entertainment."

[ Lucifer only bothers to lift one hand to make his speechmarks. Afterwards, he tips his head, laying it sideways against the pillow. His eyes are lidded, keen, though they give the impression that he's rather tired. Maybe he is. He's been around for a very long time, and for those who've met him before it's not an old expression.. ]

Tomorrow is one of my favorite days of the year. They're discussing it on every channel, during every break. Black Friday. Only humanity would invent for itself a sale with offers that you would literally sell your soul for. It's adorable--and frankly typical. On Thursday you reach out to your family, thank God for his generosity, and the world for its bounty. And on Friday? On Friday you'd stomp them all into fresh linoleum just to get your paws on a new I-Pad for five percent of its ticket price.

But it's the holiday season. [ He shrugs and tips back up again, propping his chin on the cushion as he hugs it. His free hand rubs his chin. ] You're supposed to miss your family, aren't you, assuming that you aren't together. Or, I suppose if you have no family, then the people you're close to, or the people... [ A very slight pause. ] ...the people you've lost. We all have those, don't we? Some more important than others. [ He might be speaking to one or two people in particular, but the poking at the wounds is just so subtle. ] So, here's the question of the season: what are you thankful for? What do you miss?--oh, and most importantly, what would you sell your soul for? [ A slow, dangerous sort of smile. ] Maybe I can hook you up.

Happy Thanksgiving, America.

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Look around. I was right. Of course he left, it's so, so much easier than admitting that you're wrong. Everyone should just be grateful that he didn't flip over the game board before he went.

[ he doesn't think the situation in Lucifer's world applies to this one or even his own. God left in Lucifer's world, but possibly not the others.

it's even questionable He exists in other worlds. ]

And now what? You are roaming the Earth as you please? What about the other angels?

Roaming? No. I'd been locked away by my brother a very long time ago. And my brothers and sister's... Well, you see, the thing about babysitting a stranger's child is it's all fine until you have a question. But imagine you can't call, and then imagine that babydaddy never bothers to come home.

They're not going to manage so well, making decisions for themselves.

[ locked away doesn't surprise kaneki. it's just stories say the Devil roams around, seducing people and stealing their souls; he realizes how silly this sounds. ]

Can't they just leave people to make their own decisions? [ Kaneki imagines that won't go well, either. I mean, look at people here who worships Lucifer and allowed him to even build a church aha. ]

You leave people to make their own decisions and you get the dark ages. No. People can't be trusted; they're cattle.

What would your worshipers say if they heard you say that?