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[sunlighter]

[The video screen opens to the Church of the Morningstar, a large, pristine building of white concrete and hard, sharp, modern edges. It's owner, both of the phone in possession and the church in name, stands in front of it wearing a long black overcoat with the collar pulled up on this unseasonably cold day.]

You have no idea how disappointing it is to finally come outside the prison of creation and be surrounded by the ensnarement of worship. And not of anything, but of me most importantly-- something that, I must profess, becomes more tiring by the day. You've all chosen to squander your chance to live by your desires only to build a prison of rules and governing around yourselves. Even here, having left those devices, you've so eagerly baited yourselves again. Let's change that, shall we?

[He waves his hand, and the church in front of him warps and collapses in on itself, a twisting of light that causes its viewers to blink only to be met with an entirely new creation-- a piano bar which reveals itself to intimate prohibition-style decor within. A sexily backlit 1923 Steinway piano ties together a room dotted with small tables perfect for a night of Jazz music and drinks. Lucifer takes a seat and crosses one leg over the other, different looking perhaps than those of the same name imPorts have been familiar with in the past. In fact, he bears a striking resemblance the Thin White Duke.... or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Thin White Duke resembled him.]

'Lux'... a name I once chose impertinently to create something of my own in the entrapment of His will, seems a little unsuitable now that I've liberated myself of those titles. A new name, I think, would be more appropriate. Perhaps 'Revīvēscere'.

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[pummelgranite]

[ And then she does smile. ]


So when does your bar open?

[sunlighter]

Time is worthless past these doors, my dear.

[pummelgranite]

Great. See you soon.


[ And she closes the feed. ]

[action]

[pummelgranite]

[ It's not much later- an hour, maybe, that she's carefully pushing open the door. In her arms, there's a brass vase holding six calla lilies and a spray of baby's breath. ]

[sunlighter]

[When she enters, Lucifer is sitting quietly at a table with a glass of Scotch next to him, running a finger idly around the rim as music plays softly in the background. Surely he notices her, but he doesn't seem to be roused by her entry, occupied otherwise with whatever is going on in his head.]

[pummelgranite]

[ That's fine, she's unbothered. She just walks in confidently, heals clicking lightly, black lace of her jazz-age dress trailing behind her. For a moment she entertains the idea of just putting the flowers on the piano, but rather ends up putting them on the bar at the nearest point. She stays there a long moment watching him, and also sort of wondering if theres a bartender here or what. ]

[sunlighter]

[He gestures behind the bar, only glancing in her direction.]

Help yourself. I expect our new waitress may be somewhat delayed by horse driven carriage.

[pummelgranite]

The devil runs his bar on the honor system, huh?

[ But that's all the invitation she needs. She ducks back behind the bar to find pomegranate juice, which goes in a low ball glass with a generous pour of mid-range gin. ]

[sunlighter]

I very rarely forget debts, but I think I can spare a bit of gin without commitment.

[pummelgranite]

[ She tips her head to the side,
considering this. ]

So is that a thinly veiled "I'm in the market for human souls," or...

[sunlighter]

There are many more things in this world more valuable than souls, and how does one own a soul anyway?

[pummelgranite]

[ Instantly, she knows how she will reply. She doesnt like it, but she knows. Those clever gears in her head spin desperately, trying to think of something, anything besides what she's about to say. ]

I hear possession is nine tenths if the law.

[ And then takes a dignified sip of her drink. ]

[sunlighter]

[pummelgranite]

[ And then she finishes her drink. ]

[sunlighter]

[He stands up and slowly makes his way to the piano, staring at the keys a moment before only slightly turning his head towards her.]

Bring those flowers over here, would you?

[pummelgranite]

Uh? Yeah, sure.


[ And she brings them over and offers them. ]

[sunlighter]

[He takes them and sets the vase down gently at the center of the piano for the moment.]

I think Mary would approve, don't you?

[pummelgranite]

[ Recovery! ]


Didn't know she was a fan of irony.

[sunlighter]

You don't think? Personally I find miraculous birth to be quite ironic.

[pummelgranite]

Guess it depends on how good a lay Joseph woulda been.

[sunlighter]

[He runs his fingers along the tip of a petal for only a moment before taking a seat at the piano, and sets his drink within reach atop the prop.]

I suppose we'll never know. [A pause as he glances peripherally towards her.] You wanted a song, didn't you?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[ She will go take a seat nearby. ]

[not here]

[glassfall]

[xcuse u she is a hostess, u little shit]