[ He's taken the throne today, as he usually does when Elio's working on a loop without his assistance. To begin with, years and years ago, it had felt odd, this return to his human form - he'd grown accustomed, apparently, to the feel of leathery roughness whenever he'd rub his fingertips together, for instance, or the way the hot ashes would land on the back of his bald head, the heat assimilating itself seamlessly with his demon body. Now, he feels like he's brushing ash out of his hair every second moment, annoyed by the way it prickles his scalp and stiffens the strands. At least on his throne, he can keep his wings tucked away, pristine as they are these days with Elio around to care for them.
He watches the contours of Hell as it became in Elio's absence, how the landscape changes gradually. Cliffs, looking less angry and dangerous. Rocksides and precipices, losing their edges, greens peeking up from between the blackness. The fires, too, have stopped. The air feels a little clearer now, several decades into this new season. Spring, they call it, the Lillim down below and whilst most of them scoff at the notion, they no longer deny the factuality of it. Of the Queen's return.
He sits, one legged crossed over the other, his red Louboutins a stark contrast to the bluish light from the sky below the barrier. Time passes and it's fine, no one comes, no one goes.
Except.
Except.
Lucifer startles, sitting up straight in his seat as a column of light (??) explodes from one of the loops - the loop Elio's been working on since he first sat foot in Hell, more than a thousand years ago. He's almost out of his chair, wings fanning out in a white flash behind him, ready to come to the other man's aid, when he pauses. Stares at the column in complete and utter shock.
Something is leaving.
And Lucifer can only watch, eyes wide and mouth parted in wonder, as the soul of Elio's late father travels upwards, gliding through the barrier in a stream of light. The barrier seemingly gives for a fraction of a second - and then, it reforms above him, as untouched as ever, the column of light dissipating.
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He watches the contours of Hell as it became in Elio's absence, how the landscape changes gradually. Cliffs, looking less angry and dangerous. Rocksides and precipices, losing their edges, greens peeking up from between the blackness. The fires, too, have stopped. The air feels a little clearer now, several decades into this new season. Spring, they call it, the Lillim down below and whilst most of them scoff at the notion, they no longer deny the factuality of it. Of the Queen's return.
He sits, one legged crossed over the other, his red Louboutins a stark contrast to the bluish light from the sky below the barrier. Time passes and it's fine, no one comes, no one goes.
Except.
Except.
Lucifer startles, sitting up straight in his seat as a column of light (??) explodes from one of the loops - the loop Elio's been working on since he first sat foot in Hell, more than a thousand years ago. He's almost out of his chair, wings fanning out in a white flash behind him, ready to come to the other man's aid, when he pauses. Stares at the column in complete and utter shock.
Something is leaving.
And Lucifer can only watch, eyes wide and mouth parted in wonder, as the soul of Elio's late father travels upwards, gliding through the barrier in a stream of light. The barrier seemingly gives for a fraction of a second - and then, it reforms above him, as untouched as ever, the column of light dissipating.
In the aftermath, Hell is eerily quiet.
And changed, irrevocably. ]