[ It's hard to say how much time has passed when Lucifer finally ventures out beyond the palace again. With Elio's condition gradually worsening, he's been standing guard by his bed ceaselessly, the other man's demon servant Terry keeping its distance now, wary of getting in the way. Of what, Lucifer doesn't quite know at this point. Elio's not getting better.
These days, he's mostly just asleep.
Ever since his last attempt to take them past the barrier, only to be slapped back, nearly injuring Elio in the process, Lucifer's simply taken it for granted that the door had been shut, that the power to open it, to leave, had been permanently stripped from him. Hell, after all, has always been a jail. A punishment. And what a fitting punishment for God's only, declared opponent, isn't it, the God that doesn't believe in free will or in choice or in anyone's right to individual happiness? Having to watch the only being he'll ever love waste away without any means to save him and naturally, letting Elio feel it every step of the way, just because he's been so foolish as to love Lucifer back.
But as he steps outside, gaze dark and wings arched behind him, he feels it. The shift. Gasping, he takes off, his wings slapping harshly through the air.
The barrier is no longer locked.
He stares at it for all of a couple of seconds before charging back, head nearly blank from a sudden rush of panic - nownownownow - and the process of grabbing Elio, folding him tightly in his covers and cradling him close to his chest happens in a blur. Wordlessly, he holds him as gently as he can manage and takes off, shooting upwards through ash and falling embers, wings beating rapidly. ]
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These days, he's mostly just asleep.
Ever since his last attempt to take them past the barrier, only to be slapped back, nearly injuring Elio in the process, Lucifer's simply taken it for granted that the door had been shut, that the power to open it, to leave, had been permanently stripped from him. Hell, after all, has always been a jail. A punishment. And what a fitting punishment for God's only, declared opponent, isn't it, the God that doesn't believe in free will or in choice or in anyone's right to individual happiness? Having to watch the only being he'll ever love waste away without any means to save him and naturally, letting Elio feel it every step of the way, just because he's been so foolish as to love Lucifer back.
But as he steps outside, gaze dark and wings arched behind him, he feels it. The shift. Gasping, he takes off, his wings slapping harshly through the air.
The barrier is no longer locked.
He stares at it for all of a couple of seconds before charging back, head nearly blank from a sudden rush of panic - nownownownow - and the process of grabbing Elio, folding him tightly in his covers and cradling him close to his chest happens in a blur. Wordlessly, he holds him as gently as he can manage and takes off, shooting upwards through ash and falling embers, wings beating rapidly. ]