#YES it's the Lucifer statue in the Retiro Park i have no shame
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fightingmonsterswithwords · 2 months ago
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little snippet from the untitled lucifer fic (see? it exists)
The path disappears at times beneath overgrown grass as you tread between the hedgerows, nervous but unhurried, filling your lungs with the moist air, twisting this way and that until you reach the clearing where all paths converge. You release a small awed gasp—it’s still there. Part of you feared it would be gone. The epicenter of the maze is in the form of a hexagon, mirroring the six stone pedestals carved intricately with flower garlands and reptiles disposed on each corner of a big fountain, and in the center of it all, a sculpture. The water in the shallow, circular basin is still, almost black under the overcast skies. It shows your limpid upside reflection as you come to a stop by the closest pedestal. They appeared taller in the past; now you can cross your arms on top and lean comfortably on the cold stone, gazing up in a mixture of sorrow and fondness.
Stalling for a few more minutes, saying hi to an old friend.
The bronze sculpture became as colorless as its surroundings after long decades exposed to the elements, though there must have been a time in which it shone aflame when hit by sunlight. To your understanding, it’s as old as the house. It depicts the most infamous fallen angel, mighty wings outspread, screaming up to the heavens, a snake coiled around his limbs and the base of the statue as though keeping him grounded, prisoner.
You don’t know why, it was like your feet always led you here when you sought refuge from the endless scolding and stifling lessons. You would huddle behind one of those pedestals and cry at the feet of the statue, feeling a strange kinship.
Engraved on the stone beneath, dark letters read…
“Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven,” a disembodied feminine voice provides, making you flinch in surprise, shortly followed by its owner, striding down another of the paths leading to the clearing. “Long time no see, cousin.”
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