[ On all accounts, it could've been a decently boring process, fixing some damage to the Southern Rockside with Maze by his side. It's taken them less than an hour, in total, the trip to the area and setting things right - it happens, sometimes, this degradation and unfortunately, it messes up the surrounding hell loops which, honestly, is there a janitor around?! Shouldn't there be?
Anyway, they're done and then, before they can even think about returning, Asmodeus - named after the actual Asmodeus, though nowhere near as attractive or sensual - catches up to them, panting from exertion, telling them that Grigori has abducted Elio to the deeper pits, down where the fires used to burn when the place was younger. We were told by the lower demon, Tiharire, my Lord, he says, Obviously, it could not protect the Queen.
From there, it gets blurry.
He's in the air and then, he goes down, the ground parting, smashing itself to pieces around him to clear the path. Behind him, he senses Maze near his shoulder and when he reaches out to grab her neck, his hand is big, clawed, the skin a burning, smoldering red. Round them up, he growls, the traitors! and then, he forgets about her.
Instead, he finds Elio because Hell wants nothing more at that moment, it tears itself down to discover his whereabouts and as he descents upon the cave-like structures of the Deeper Regions, the ground smokes, then catches fire. He walks right through, the air red-hot in his wake. One demon - not Grigori but equally guilty and a lot more doomed than it's ever been before - runs up to him, gesticulating wildly and dropping to its knees with its arms outstretched. You're back, my Lord it cries, sounding fucking well ecstatic and Lucifer reaches down, grabs it by the skull and watches as its body melts, top-first, skin and bone and flesh smoking. Another demon tries to flee over the rocks and falls as Hell crumbles beneath it. Lucifer watches dispassionately as it falls away, screeching, gone.
Good.
He stalks towards the cave opening. Grigori is nowhere to be seen and he'll deal with it, he'll deal with it exactly as he ought to. Right now, however, he focuses only on getting to Elio who's... been strung up by his wrists, one of them clearly broken, one side of his head splattered in dried blood. He stares. Stares. His wings arch out to either side of him and his hands curl into fists and it doesn't even occur to him what he must look like to the other man, not even as he strides over to him, grabbing onto the chain linking Elio's cuffs. It turns to dust between his claws. ]
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Anyway, they're done and then, before they can even think about returning, Asmodeus - named after the actual Asmodeus, though nowhere near as attractive or sensual - catches up to them, panting from exertion, telling them that Grigori has abducted Elio to the deeper pits, down where the fires used to burn when the place was younger. We were told by the lower demon, Tiharire, my Lord, he says, Obviously, it could not protect the Queen.
From there, it gets blurry.
He's in the air and then, he goes down, the ground parting, smashing itself to pieces around him to clear the path. Behind him, he senses Maze near his shoulder and when he reaches out to grab her neck, his hand is big, clawed, the skin a burning, smoldering red. Round them up, he growls, the traitors! and then, he forgets about her.
Instead, he finds Elio because Hell wants nothing more at that moment, it tears itself down to discover his whereabouts and as he descents upon the cave-like structures of the Deeper Regions, the ground smokes, then catches fire. He walks right through, the air red-hot in his wake. One demon - not Grigori but equally guilty and a lot more doomed than it's ever been before - runs up to him, gesticulating wildly and dropping to its knees with its arms outstretched. You're back, my Lord it cries, sounding fucking well ecstatic and Lucifer reaches down, grabs it by the skull and watches as its body melts, top-first, skin and bone and flesh smoking. Another demon tries to flee over the rocks and falls as Hell crumbles beneath it. Lucifer watches dispassionately as it falls away, screeching, gone.
Good.
He stalks towards the cave opening. Grigori is nowhere to be seen and he'll deal with it, he'll deal with it exactly as he ought to. Right now, however, he focuses only on getting to Elio who's... been strung up by his wrists, one of them clearly broken, one side of his head splattered in dried blood. He stares. Stares. His wings arch out to either side of him and his hands curl into fists and it doesn't even occur to him what he must look like to the other man, not even as he strides over to him, grabbing onto the chain linking Elio's cuffs. It turns to dust between his claws. ]