gloriousfallofpride

[gloriousfallofpride]

Another night is slowly creeping its way into another morning not that this means much to a being who has been around since the dawn of time. And still, as he sits at his piano Lucifer finds himself thinking on his many life choices. Long, slender fingers dance across black and white keys. He is playing a song which Mazikeen can swear she knows, and yet, she finds herself debating if she ever heard the song before.  The demoness is perched on the edge of the piano although her mind is still wondering about the song she does not ask Lucifer. Unlike others it is not fear which stop the Lilim from opening the door for conversation, but instead a respect of the bond that the silent moments such as these bring. There are few beings who understand clear the words which the devil speaks and those few The Morningstar keeps near. But there is no other outside Mazikeen who understands his silence. For this Lucifer does more than hold the woman near to him. He cares for her.  His care may not be clear to all. He never defends her against the unwanted attention of the many drunks who foolish hit on her after too many drinks. He does not often hold her hand and he certainly does not share with others his feelings for her. Mazikeen count on one hand the amount of times the words “I love you.” have left his mouth. But it does not matter how it looks to outsiders. She and him know of the bond they share and that is enough for both of them. That is what matters, and that is what real love is. An unbreakable bond between two beings that needs no words, and needs no proof to others.  The two are forever connected. Time has recently shown them that even demons, angels, and the devil change as they age. The universe changes, Gods die and become replace. Children grow old and become the parents to a new set of children, and so on. Buildings crumble and turn to ashes only to have new buildings placed over those ashes. And these two have seen this all happen. The only thing which even time will not change is their love for one another. Their connection will remain even when all else crumbles. It will remain long after this club is gone and long after Lucifer has lost is interest in the piano. Right as the morning sun in it’s glorious shades of pinks and red creeps its fingers across the sky Lucifer’s song comes to an end.  The once ruler of Hell rises from his spot. Mazikeen watches him. She’s waiting to follow after him the same way she always does and the same way she always will. No...After him is the wrong word for what she does though many could easily make this mistake. She will follow besides him. The Morningstar offers the demoness his hand. A rare and private gesture of affection. A small smile comes across her human appearing side of the face as Mazikeen accepts the offered hand. His hand is warm like the afternoon sun shining down on one’s face. There is passion in his touch and how could there not be? He is a being filled with such passion that it scares all others.  “Shall we?” The devil asks. There is a small nod from the Lilim and together the two go off. Where they go in this story does not matter. What matter here is what always has mattered for the two. They are going together.

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[gloriousfallofpride]

Chicago, Chicago

Chicago 10:40 pm:

A tall blond wearing a designer suit is sitting in the back of darkened jazz club. He's at a table alone with only a half-full martini for company, but he doesn't look lonely or pathetic. His whole aura is that of a waiting lion. Lions are aware of the power they hold. They know that all it takes is one roar from them to change the calm forest into a place of panic. They know they do not need to move until they want to. Looking at him, you wouldn't be mad about this. You wouldn't find yourself disgusted by him or rolling your eyes. No, you would agree. You'd find yourself either too scared to so much as look his way. That or you would be drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Only unlike the moth, you know if you get too close, he will burn you, and yet you can't stay away. 

That is exactly how the pretty redhead who walked his felt. She was drawn to the power and mystery of his aura. She was a busty woman who came from a long line of money and never heard the word "No". Her sheltered life has made her believe she is fireproof. It shows in the way she walks over, sits across from the man, and leans over the table. She lets her already too low-cut dress show much more than any dress should. Much to her disappointment, her act is being completely ignored. She thinks of herself as a Goddess and those around her as peasants. What right does this man have to ignore her?

The man keeps his head turned away from her and focuses on the band. She assumes this means he hasn't heard her sit down and "honor" him with an opening for a conversation. The woman hasn't figured it out yet. She is nothing more than a gnat buzzing in his ear. Nobody stops to converse with a gnat. Smiling, she clears her throat. The man glances toward her. She doesn't see the fire behind his golden eyes in the dulled lighting. A warning that it isn't too late for her to go away. Much to her disappointment, he turns back to the band and still shows very little interest in her.

"Hiya. You looked like you could use some company."

The redhead said, offering up her sweetest smile. Some people are immune to reading a room even when their own well-being is at stake. He turns to her, now giving the woman what she wished for—his attention. The male's face was impossible to read. This time his eyes catch her eyes, and it sends a chill down her spine. 

"My company is arriving in another fifty seconds."

The male says calmly and sure of himself. For a second, the redhead is taken back by this. She quickly recovers just in time to see him now standing. She, too, now stands. Nobody gets away from her. She does the leaving. They don't leave her.

"Oh, but why wait on them when the right company is right before?"

The man had gotten about ten steps ahead of her by this point. There was a pause in the music as if it had stopped so that he would not have to scream his reply. As if he had the power to command such a thing mentally. 

"Twenty more seconds, and the right company will be here."

He remarks almost softly. There is a hint of an accent in his voice. It's one the woman cannot place. With the amount of traveling, she does she can usually place any accent in an instance. She shakes off the strangeness of that. Instead, she gives in to her growing temper. Too classic that a redhead would have a bad temper, isn't it? How dare this man talk to her like this! He should be worshipping her like everyone else! She quickens her steps and manages to catch his arm right as he reaches for the door to leave this place. It's become a bore for him, and the unwanted attention is more annoying than amusing.

"I meant me. I am here, so why should you go anywhere else? We could have a lot of fun together."

The man stops and is still as a statue. He is staring straight ahead. 

"Your dance card is soon to be full, as is mine. You're a lonely woman attempting to fill her meaningless life with meaning through money, expensive jewelry, and sex. You are too blind to see; you should enjoy the quiet time while you have it."

Cheeks redden at the man's words. The woman wants to open her mouth and scream at him, but something in the way he speaks keeps her silent.

"You'll realize two weeks from now that you should have spent less on your purse and more on more preventative measures. You are desperate for company and fail to see you are carrying company around with you already."

Tears immediately prickle at the corners of the woman's eyes. The man hadn't spoken in a rude tone or even taunting. Had anyone else said this to her, she would have assumed them crazy. She would have been outraged and called them a liar. Instead, she feels fear. She believes every word he has uttered. Ruby painted lips parted to say something when a loud howl could be heard outside. The man pulled his arm gently away and walked out the door leaving the woman to stare after him. His company had arrived. While the woman's night had come crashing to an end, his had only now begun.

[gloriousfallofpride]

• Independent portrayal of Lucifer from the DC/Vertigo comics

• Dark and triggering themes are to be found here. This includes religious themes.

• The writer is well over the age of 21.

• Detailed writing partners are preferred.

• Crossovers of any kind are more than welcome.

Part of @divinekindred