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Summary? Dean had been caught up in the hustle of the Nexus, but Lucifer never quite left his mind. He's been helping a couple of new peopl, been hunting, and he's as ready as he's ever going to get. Now? It's the hard part.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any? Maybe a language one just in case? Possible mentions of violence in conversation but no one actually swinging fists.
Dean stood a little ways out, where he could see the entrance of the villa, contemplating whether he was really ready for this or not. He'd had Ben teach him the rules of hunting, and tried to keep that fine balance of 'not so much as to keep the mark well-fed' but also 'not as little as to hit vomiting blood' levels. enough that he was keeping his fine thread of sanity in check as he could. Honestly, having Zack as a roomie helped with that a lot, it was keeping him focused on doing things and keeping his mind off other things.
It had also helped him put off coming here, but he couldn't avoid it forever. Especially with not knowing exactly what Balthazar may or may not have told his fiance about... well, everything. And honestly? He did owe the guy an explanation. Everyone who had mentioned him, basically, had sung the guy's praises and Dean... well, he'd never been one to step away from admitting when he was wrong, even if it took him a while to get there.
Even in person. Especially in person.
He runs a worried tongue over his lips, biting at them a little, before shaking his head a bit. Let it go, Dumbass. He knew why this was harder than it should be, though. And that was going to come in with the explaining. It didn't help he was feeling more than a little bit naked, not risking bringing a weapon - although he knew it wouldn't do shit, he couldn't risk things going sideways and that was asking for trouble. He takes a breath, taking a moment to push mentally though the current live wire of anxiety that was firing on all pistons, and pull up his usual confident demeanour, though also not pushing too far into the 'cocky asshole' reading side of it.
Fake it 'til you make it, Frank? You were so full of shit. and yet? That was how Dean functioned anyway. Probably before Frank, when he thinks about it, he's just far more practised at it now. With that thought in mind, he strolls towards the Villa and knocks on the door (maybe a little louder than strictly necessary, but he's not sure how hard to be heard) and waits to get some attention.
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Summary? Dean had been caught up in the hustle of the Nexus, but Lucifer never quite left his mind. He's been helping a couple of new peopl, been hunting, and he's as ready as he's ever going to get. Now? It's the hard part.
Warnings: Shouldn't be any? Maybe a language one just in case? Possible mentions of violence in conversation but no one actually swinging fists.
Dean stood a little ways out, where he could see the entrance of the villa, contemplating whether he was really ready for this or not. He'd had Ben teach him the rules of hunting, and tried to keep that fine balance of 'not so much as to keep the mark well-fed' but also 'not as little as to hit vomiting blood' levels. enough that he was keeping his fine thread of sanity in check as he could. Honestly, having Zack as a roomie helped with that a lot, it was keeping him focused on doing things and keeping his mind off other things.
It had also helped him put off coming here, but he couldn't avoid it forever. Especially with not knowing exactly what Balthazar may or may not have told his fiance about... well, everything. And honestly? He did owe the guy an explanation. Everyone who had mentioned him, basically, had sung the guy's praises and Dean... well, he'd never been one to step away from admitting when he was wrong, even if it took him a while to get there.
Even in person. Especially in person.
He runs a worried tongue over his lips, biting at them a little, before shaking his head a bit. Let it go, Dumbass. He knew why this was harder than it should be, though. And that was going to come in with the explaining. It didn't help he was feeling more than a little bit naked, not risking bringing a weapon - although he knew it wouldn't do shit, he couldn't risk things going sideways and that was asking for trouble. He takes a breath, taking a moment to push mentally though the current live wire of anxiety that was firing on all pistons, and pull up his usual confident demeanour, though also not pushing too far into the 'cocky asshole' reading side of it.
Fake it 'til you make it, Frank? You were so full of shit. and yet? That was how Dean functioned anyway. Probably before Frank, when he thinks about it, he's just far more practised at it now. With that thought in mind, he strolls towards the Villa and knocks on the door (maybe a little louder than strictly necessary, but he's not sure how hard to be heard) and waits to get some attention.
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:09 am (UTC)Lucifer answering has given him some time to sort his thoughts out a bit. "If I ask you again, are you gonna be a little more specific this time, or shall I just start at the beginning? Because I don't know much, but Cas did say it started with fish." But the slight lilt of his lip shows the joke as what it is.
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Date: 2021-06-12 11:17 am (UTC)The angel is heading for the two twisted trees that Dean passed under when he came in. The shade there one of his favorite places to sit when discussions were more dire or serious.
"I suppose I should be glad I am not being blamed for once." Lucifer tipped a joke back and then thought over the idea. "I have many questions but I should start with the more pressing in my presence. You bear a God curse like my kind or carry an item that does? Do you work with my kind in your creation?"
It's a straightforward question but one edge with sympathy. How could the Fallen not sympathize with someone who might be cursed. The human did ask for more direct and specific questions as well, even if he took two but he would play fair and allow the same to come to him when these were answered.
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Date: 2021-06-12 03:08 pm (UTC)He eyes twisted trees with nothing but interest. That's pretty fucking cool, to be fair. He ain't wasting a question on them, though. He sighs, knowing that he should have known better really, and he did he just didn't expect it to be one of the first. But the sympathy honestly surprises him, earning him a raised eyebrow for a flicker of a moment. It's what makes up his mind to not dance around the truth too much, deciding to cautiously take his chances. "Yes, and no. I think." He frowns, trying to word this out.
"I've got the mark of Cain, being directly descended from his bloodline... and being a little too good at my job. Gotta meet the requirements, after all." He smiles wryly. "I'm not sure what it is beyond old, powerful and passed down from Lucifer himself to Cain, then from Cain to me. The second question is down to semantics, really. If we are talking bible your kind and calling you demons? Then yes, if I absolutely have to and can trust them enough to actually finish the job before stabbing me in the gut or back. But, and not sure of how much Balthazar would have cared to mention this, but demons on our world are twisted human souls. If we are talking 'your kind' as fallen angels as a different entity? Then yes... and no. Castiel fell first, and I've worked with, alongside, and as a friend to him for a few years. We have been through some shit together, that's for sure. The rest of the angels fell when they were cast from heaven by a dick angel on a power trip. They like me as much as I like them. Probably less so, and that's saying something. Cas is the only angel I willingly and regularly work with."
Having said enough on his end for now, he returns with two of two: "Was the problem that he did or didn't do as asked?"
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Date: 2021-06-12 05:01 pm (UTC)Lucifer listened silently to the explanation both for interest and a pause to quell his wrath. Few things could get Lucifer riled to anger, but injuring his children was the top of that list.
"In my creation you would be in my family. Cain is my son, birthed from Eve." He doesn't explain more but a human should be able to understand what that means as far as what happened.
"We have no demons in my creation though we are often called demons. The Fallen remain angels, true to our original purpose though altered by the curses God laid upon us in the Fall." Dean did not ask but explanation and open discourse were part of the culture of the Fallen, one that is hard to break.
He had already answered this question in part but figures the human wants more information. "I was chained when Michael and the other angels acted to punish me for creating without His permission, but my kind, our bound close. I felt my child's death. Wrath, not Pride, is what caused the Fall, perhaps despair or pain but those are not among the sins."
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Date: 2021-06-13 05:09 am (UTC)"I'm sorry " He offers simply, he really is, and he also doesn't know what else to say about it.
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Date: 2021-06-13 12:46 pm (UTC)Wrath might have caused the Fall but Lucifer definitely had Pride. Though, long ago Lucifer had worked past much of the emotion related to the death of his children even if he still had a desire to muder the perpetrators.
"Not as sorry as God is." Lucifer offers with a snarky sort of humor. "His folly for imagining it would make me obedient."
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Date: 2021-06-13 07:10 pm (UTC)He has to smile a little bit at the snarky humour. "Ain't will like free will, that's for sure. Kicker when His greatest gift is the greatest thing to bite him in the ass. I can appreciate that." He's gonna go straight in for a question that popped up earlier, especially as running in tandem with things said at earlier meetings with a few people. Including Lucifer himself. "So, you're more chill with people, by what I'm gathering. So you apocalypse, no apocalypse or did you get Donald Ducked?"
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Date: 2021-08-15 11:56 am (UTC)"I did not have freewill when I rebelled." Lucifer mentions. "You can, occasionally, harm the obedient and chained so grievously that they break all bonds, create freewill for themselves."
The question causes Lucifer to sigh and look down, troubled and pained, but he forces himself to regain posture and look to Dean. "We have had an apocalypse that God brought upon the Earth. My kind went to their aid and saved many but there are still many to recover." Lucifer sighs. "In my world, God sent his armies upon the Earth to slaughter the pagan gods so he might be supreme. People suffered but many of the pagan gods now live in our ranks."
Lucifer wished there was a draught for his mind like those humans had, something to help him forget. "God, has a heavy handed and ruthless grasp on our Earth, one of the reasons I wish to tear him from his throne. In my Universe Earth is not the only planet of beings to which God has under his fist. There have been other apocalypses on other worlds and other species' deities in our ranks."