16655/Interlude: White as Snow, Black as night.

Interlude: White as Snow, Black as night.
Date of Scene:	25 December 2024
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Some thoughts between the dark and the light
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Though he would never, ever show it to the light of day, Nathaniel Essex has a very vulnerable side at times -- it manifests in the need on occasion, to hide beneath an Angel's wings. Being athiest has its strange sides, given who he ended up partnering with and all that he's done of late, but the truth remains: a youth of sunday school and being a good little church of England brat did leave a lingering illogical loophole that remembers christmas carols and a thousand representations of a ubiquitous iconography. There is /comfort/ in having a guardian angel, even if your belief is that they are an extra dimensional energy being with their own agenda, serving a higher power. Isn't that just what a 'god' is anyway?

The cottage is quiet. It may have been *ahem* energetic earlier, but now, in the dark just before the dawn is due to break, he hides beneath snow-white, still and silent.

Well. Mostly silent. "I feel as if we are becalmed at the moment. Not that I'm complaining, but I can't help but feel there may be a raging tempest around the corner. It's vexing."

Lucifer has posed:
The fact that Lucifer can be both Christian-based in the written words of historians past, and yet still somehow manage to slight the fact that his father cast him down and that there are truly more than the One True God...often baffles himself. Others as well. Him likely most. Then to be paired with someone who - up until their pairing - has been one to believe less in faith-based poppycock and more in science and physical matters...baffling still. Yet somehow, it works. Far be it for he to question it. He has found happiness. Peace. At least peace within himself (sometimes) and his immediate life.

Hell on Earth is another matter entirely.

"That tempest likely has a name... but I will not speak it. I will bask in the moment of calm comfort. We can deal with what's around the corner tomorrow..." And tomorrow again, then tomorrow once more. For as long as they can stave it off.

Wings twitch just so, then settle once more as he shifts just a touch here and there to find...there it is...the perfect spot.

Sinister has posed:
There's a shuffle, then an adjustment so that enough light plays from those white wings, to be able to see and to have it reflected upon features. A few feathers are gently played with; downy types that are ridiculously soft.

"At least one of them is a head of the Hydra. For all that organization is highly irritating, it seems to be immensely clever and dumb as a post, also. I don't know how concerned we should be at the attack on Nick. We /do/ have some questioning to do and potentially a deep mind delve, as that individual we have in holding, is entirely and thoroughly brainwashed. I will have to slice his thoughts apart like a knife to find their motivations this time."

Lucifer has posed:
"The problem with hydras is you cut off one head and another grows back in it's place. Often times two for the price of one. They can be very -very- hard to get rid of." Lucifer comments, fingers idle-stroking against Nathaniel where he can reach. "I think we should be concerned. I don't like the memory of his face when he realized Wade was out in the open. As much as I know he can take care of himself and others most the time... if there is anything we can do to help squash this madness... I think we should."

Then there's a sigh and a stretch. An idle hand flick towards the fire so the flames roar to life a bit stronger and brighter. "Mmmn... a little play thing to go home to that you can slice into mentally while I determine how best to torture them physically...."

Sinister has posed:
"Well... perhaps we can figure out a way of being annoyingly pervasive and pernicious. I doubt that it would be worthwhile to attempt to change the minds of all that go into that conglomerate, but I do know a thing or two about Hivemind." Sinister smiles to himself at that, lets his eyes close at idle contact and gently, but purposefully tugs one wing down to spread a little, from the massively overwinged one. "My feet are cold..."

Sure they are.

"I wonder perhaps if we could upload...a virus of sorts into that miasma." He ponders this a few moments in silence. "I would -rather- like to see what they're cooking across the board, to be truthful. Perhaps a little undercover probing wouldn't go amiss." A smile. It's not a nice one. "I'm sure you will find -precisely- the right kind of torment to invoke. You have got a millenia and more of practice at it."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer helps with the wing spreading by spreading his wing down to cover even the feet of his loved one. Listening, not really commenting just yet, because he loves how Nathaniel's mind works when it's coming up with things. Ideas. Plans. Cold feet are never good when one is trying to concentrate on thought, of course.

Lucifer smirks.

"Well... I suppose there are a few ways we could do that. Figure out where their nearest location is, infiltrate, gather intel, upload a virus. I bet you could. All of those things. But I would love to be the one doning a disguise and being all Mission Impossible about it.." He chuckles then.

"Mmmn...yessss...and so so many old world tactics that I could use because I am not bound by silly Geneva Convention...."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, neither am I. Means to an end, there are processes that of necessity, provoke discontent and horror in the ethics and moral communities. I frankly don't give a damn. Their hands were tied by their blasted conscience ridden nonsenses..." He wriggles his shoulders, then stills. The underwing where all those downy underfluffs reside, is quite a pleasant place to dwell. And fingerfiddle.

There's silence for a few.

"Are you any -good- at doing mission impossible sort of things? I am attempting to imagine you bypassing security and keep coming up with an infernal knack for walking through walls with a thought. In some places, that -could- land you in trouble though. Hilarious trouble for them, I am sure, it went so well when such agencies held things beyond their kenning before. Maybe they've got inventive in their old age."

A sniff.

"But really, I imagine if we're going to do such a thing we're both going to be doing it. It will... test how rusty I've become."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives a slight shrug. "I've never done such a thing. But I can imagine it could be interesting. Still. You might actually be better at it. Though I could likely terrorize. Draw out people's desires. Give them an interesting thought or few..." Then there's a chuckle. If Lucifer actually thought about it, like really put effort into thinking what and how he could - they might become an unstoppable team for such things.

It's an interesting thought.

"Still. All that for a later us. Right now, there's this moment. How are you feeling? Relaxed? Merry? Oh...would you like another smore?"

Sinister has posed:
There's a deep, dark, voiceless chuckle that follows this, turning gaze from ceiling and eyelids in a slant across his nose to an Archangel in mostly-human form. The planes of Lucifer's face get a quiet, but thorough study. "If we coordinated, we would be devastating. There is something to be said for being who and what you are. But there's definitely something to be said for me being me, also..." he gives arare smirk, then turns his head further, to look more square on.

How /is/ he feeling?

"I think it's fair to say, that I'm floating on relaxation and endorphines at the moment, which is a heady combination. But I still feel peculiar. Not so much like my mind is going to explode beyond itself, but..." he gives the slightest of shrugs "...I do feel too tight in my skin."

Lucifer has posed:
"I am very much in agreement of that thought. And I am suddenly unsure why we never really thought about it before." Lucifer says this and then chuckles himself. Only his is noisy - dark in nature - but a sound none the less. As he feels those eyes upon him, he tilts his head in such a way, listening as Nathaniel speaks his mind. He is glad to know that his lover is relaxed and happy.

Too tight in skin might be a bit off putting for most.

"Maybe that's just the notion of what is to come making you a bit excited... or you're just waiting for whatever is around the bend to rear it's head at us. Whatever the cause, we will face it together. Overcome it together. Because we are who we are..." He Grins(tm) - a thing he hasn't done for some time now that he considers it. "How does it feel when something within you is destroyed? We very much vaporized the mad doctor within your ID..."

Sinister has posed:
"You took apart a manifestation," Sin replies, considering how to put this. "Like... having a thought that you second guess, then realize it's nihilistic and traumatic and squash it down... there is... discomfort of a kind, then dispassion for it. I've become accustomed to self-critiquing, I'm fairly sure I've annihilated quite a number of rabid thoughts of my own. Having one's mind... investigated though, leaves an afternote. A tracery of lingering contact." His gaze meets the devil's again, such a soul searching and penetrating regard, which melts after a few moments. "You're still in nearly every memory I have, like a shadow in the back. I am sure I am there in yours thanks to what was done."

That whole riding through a history of Christianity from the lived perspective and all that went with that. From the Seed and the dark upon the water, to the apple, to the perpetual blame game.

"Realistically though, I think that we probably have not thought in that regard, because we did not meet in that kind of manner. Teamwork tends to come out of practice and necessity, but we've been busy honing a different kind of synchronicity. Now... we can look at it all and wonder why we didn't think of that earlier."

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. So rather than thinking of it like an actual...being...it was more a thought. Still had to go though, just needed some extra oomph to move it out of the way..." Lucifer says this, hoping he gets it. He likes to think he does often enough - but sometimes he knows that he can be wrong. He is not, as some would believe, infallible. He's also not pure evil, a liar, or a....well. Maybe a bit of a thief.

"You are within my thoughts in many ways and for many reasons. None of which I would change for anything I could be offered." And he could, potentially, be offered a lot.

"Mmn...well that makes sense. Perhaps now is our chance to figure out how we would work in tandem such as these. However, as I have kept saying, this is for tomorrow. And the tomorrow after. For now, is tonight, and as much as you may be relaxed...I do not think I am quite done with you just yet...."

And so another round likely begins between the Devil and the Geneticist.