#✖┋verse ( dominion. )

[gloireceleste]

Why are you visiting other worlds, Lucifer? Can't you stay in yours?

" mine? " he repeats sweetly, as if to say 'but that world is not mine'. yet his smile drips with the arrogance of one who considers it his. his to play with. his to lay waste to. his to curse and forsake.

" i am a creation of wonders and limitless possibilities. why should i keep to the orbit of one planet, one universe when the powers imbued in me allow for greater, grander discoveries? "

lucifer isn't offended. if anything he's amused. is his presence in another world threatening? is someone being territorial? does someone wonder the troubles his coming should announce?

instead, he appears patient. explaining to a child at best, a beast at worst.

" how boring. "

[gloireceleste]

lucifer let out a chuckle, melodious and pedantic in sound, almost inaudible. followed by an amused 'ah', such made by those who have heard the same words many a time before. the reaction is swift, gone fast, only survived by a patient quirk of the lips. a strange statue, alive in the way marble could be under the skillful hands of a sculptor who could do miracles.

and artemis was a masterpiece of his own. fascinating to see mimic how humans were supposed to be perceived.

" hardly. " but the wariness told him artemis could tame his curiosity for the sake of his own survival. good. a useful trait in a useful tool.

" when your end comes, perhaps will your soul belong to hell, but i assure you, it will be through no faults of mine. "

he mindlessly brushed the edge of the table with his fingertips, seemingly analyzing the physical contact between his flesh and the mortal world.

" i seek a pawn, yes. " he admitted evenly. " one that has played with the fey, does not shy from a challenge, might find interest in other universes and who might yet prove daring enough to dance with the devil. " a very subtle twitch of fingers. the devil did not appreciate the nickname.

his hand stopped moving on artemis' side of the table and he left his fingertips touching the table. " i seek, in part, to retrieve such that was mine and stolen. many and by many. your world and others. " lucifer's eyes were still downcast in the same direction, focused yet unseeing. it was clear he wouldn't tell too much before he knew whether some of the human's worries had been assuaged and that perhaps artemis was more inclined towards the yes than the no.

" i am a more generous maker of deals than most tales would care to admit. but i do not force. i ask for curiosity and a simple leap of faith. "

Artemis' grin was broad and clearly telegraphed. However, in his college years he'd studied human behavior extensively. Thus making him perfectly capable of handling social norms. Though the smile was eerily genuine. He was-- excited-- for the first time since he stole fairy magic he felt a rush.

"A sponsorship?" He mused a moment, before quirking a brow. "Is the devil askin' for my soul?" His dulcet Irish timbre curled around the words warily. Artemis might've considered religions to be overrated in a broad sense, if not absolute fabrications. He even had proof most incidents could simply have been use of ancient magic.

In his experience-- magic and science were one and the same. Each operated with their own rules. Like laws of nature.

No doubt the folklore about deals with the devil had some merit.

Artemis had cheated death once before. He knew his worth. But for the right offer, he'd consider it. He had knowingly taken lives. Certainly that meant he was hellbent anyway. As far as he was concerned, he might as well get a decent deal.

"Or perhaps, you seek some pawn on the mortal plane to guide? I'm quite full up on the mentor role." Butler's ears would be burning. Artemis idly wondered if his old bodyguard would blame it on the sun or know innately that something was wrong. In a lot of ways, Butler had been a father in all the ways Artemis Sr hadn't.

[gloireceleste]

You cannot win this fight, I hope you know that - Lucifer

he hums in agreement, its sound vibrating with amusement, almost morphing into a light chuckle. the light bringer's voice brings sadness in its melody.

" i am destined for destruction, it is true. but as my creator's greatest achievement, i will bring everything he's built and more with me. he's made of me the creator of his end... "

and is that not... utterly delightful?

[gloireceleste]

lucifer, your world or supernatural's world?

[ meme ] || always accepting!!

" my world is doomed." and it's not yours, is it? unreadable features keep an uncanny stillness; a feat most celestial beings who have not erred with humans enough are guilty of. " barren desert to mimic its creator's own heart if ever it existed. " a hint of bitterness, then something in his eyes soften.

is this a smile dipped in fondness on your lips bearer of light? yes, but it's a fleeting one.

" this world, whatever name you would give it, reminds me of a lonely god i encountered once. a tired creator whose own flock got rather eccentric. i have not felt such kinship since. "

[gloireceleste]

lucifer, michael or gabriel?

[ meme ] || always accepting!!

" you would have me choose between my murderers? " he asks, softspoken voice carrying itself in a near whisper as he tilts his head. fondness passes in his gaze, but the bare murmur of a smile is as delightfully dark as it is playful. " my, my... " perhaps would the answer be different depending on which of them was in front of him, but since this is an answer to be kept between nobody and himself...

" michael, of course... flood mine... " melancholy. " he preserved my body after all, sentimental fool that he is. "

[gloireceleste]

both lucifers do not lie.

they'll angle the truth a bit if need be ( spn more so, he tethers on the edge of what's a lie and what isn't ), but they're unable to lie even if they wanted to. both, also, don't need to.

[gloireceleste]

lucifer is extremely tactile.

coming from the longest of exile ( dominion ) or

the Cage ( spn )

when he is with archangels / angels he used to love, he will make physical contact with them. a hand against their cheek, shoulder, anything. it's a reflex he controls sometimes ( spn ) or just doesn't bother to ( dominion ), but it's mainly instinctive. even though he'll probably destroy everything he once held dear, he still reaches out in his own way.

where ( dominion ) stems from an actual longing for what things were, ( spn ) mainly stems from unhealthy remnants of bonds he either severed himself or was severed from.

it does count for people who are able to crack his defenses a bit, though here it depends greatly on this blog in-character relationships.

[gloireceleste]

you know what they say about when the cat is away...

[gloireceleste]

even though the blog is inactive, @dominiodei has left such a imprint on my dominion lucifer that i will keep the canon of that god being his father and lucifer reacting to any other god as an alternate universe one.

[gloireceleste]

Be honest, Lucifer, are you even capable of love?

love…

a strange sweetness colors the perfect line of his lips, corners barely curved upwards. is it not a subjective and cursed concept? love is many things, but it is not perfect. lucifer has seen it used as a weapon, as a sword of damocles over one’s head. he’s heard whispers of eternal love as the universe faded around him. rumors of yearned for love as he awoke to the world again.

love is…

tainted.

by power, by opportunities, by desires, by selfishness. it is turned, twisted and told with more lies than truths - lucifer despise liars. love is draped with the imperfections of a foolish god who plays with the world like one would chess if chess was cruel.

the smile becomes patient, indulgent as amusement shines through a half-lidded gaze. doomed the soul who loves for there is no cure.

" who isn't? "

[gloireceleste]

and the cafe stayed vacant, any human walking close suddenly changing their mind as soon as their hands came in contact with the doors.

" something the matter? shall it be the missing horns and tails? " his voice was a breeze ( the gentle warmth of the sound contrasting with the cold perpetually surrounding him ), with only a faint chuckle betraying the current amusement. this world's creatures were oh ever so delightful. " or red at the skin with fangs as the beasts? "

" i suppose only time will tell whether i be delusion or reality. perhaps a figment of your bountiful imagination? "

but lucifer clearly does not fit in, does not blend in. he can indeed but be of two things: an aethereal being or a madman with a theater degree and a portable AC unit

" Artemis Fowl. what a splendid way to counter-introduce each other... "

@gloireceleste requested a RANDOM STARTER

"The devil. You-- you're the devil?" Artemis hadn't expected his latest client to be someone so-- human. As someone who specialized in the recovery of magical artifacts, it was rare for him to meet a potential client on Earth-- yet here he was, chatting it up in a rather vacant cafe with a man who had just introduced himself as Lucifer.

The criminal mastermind was amused. If the man was telling the truth-- and wasn't just some delusional nutter-- he might have a fun job on his hands.