[ The world above calls out to him and like always, like he's done hundreds of times by now, Lucifer rises from his throne and takes off towards the barrier, gliding through it with long, even strokes of his wings. When he regains his footing, he's staring out across the vast expanses of what used to be L.A. and his heart seems to stop for a second, his breath catching uselessly in his throat. Oh. This place.
There's no one left here that he'd know. Chloe's offspring died many, many cycles ago, heading to Hell like her mother before her, though the girl had an easier time ascending. She'd taken her father with her on the way, too. Chloe is still there, insists on being there because she's as stubborn as she ever was, stubborn and truth-seeking and lost amongst the choices of what turned out to be a long, complicated life. Lucifer lets her, lets her stay, until she's worn herself and her loop out.
He's standing on his old balcony and the foundation has already begun to crumble beneath his feet. In another few minutes, he's going to pop right through and take the fall, another one, all the way down. He casts a quick glance over the railing. The view isn't familiar anymore but the sight far, far down below on the streets is - Elio, standing his ground, looking up. For a moment, it seems as if they're looking at each other but really, beyond human or not, none of them have that kind of eyesight.
So he takes off, wings outstretched, and lands some feet behind Elio. He lets the surge of wind from his wings alert the other man to his presence, keeping them out because really, it's L.A. in the bloody future, if anyone gives even half a crap about a man with wings standing about randomly in the streets, he'll eat his shoe. He watches Elio quietly, his chest feeling light, like there's nothing truly bothering him. Such an absurd idea.
A feather drifts off and sticks in Elio's curls. ]
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There's no one left here that he'd know. Chloe's offspring died many, many cycles ago, heading to Hell like her mother before her, though the girl had an easier time ascending. She'd taken her father with her on the way, too. Chloe is still there, insists on being there because she's as stubborn as she ever was, stubborn and truth-seeking and lost amongst the choices of what turned out to be a long, complicated life. Lucifer lets her, lets her stay, until she's worn herself and her loop out.
He's standing on his old balcony and the foundation has already begun to crumble beneath his feet. In another few minutes, he's going to pop right through and take the fall, another one, all the way down. He casts a quick glance over the railing. The view isn't familiar anymore but the sight far, far down below on the streets is - Elio, standing his ground, looking up. For a moment, it seems as if they're looking at each other but really, beyond human or not, none of them have that kind of eyesight.
So he takes off, wings outstretched, and lands some feet behind Elio. He lets the surge of wind from his wings alert the other man to his presence, keeping them out because really, it's L.A. in the bloody future, if anyone gives even half a crap about a man with wings standing about randomly in the streets, he'll eat his shoe. He watches Elio quietly, his chest feeling light, like there's nothing truly bothering him. Such an absurd idea.
A feather drifts off and sticks in Elio's curls. ]