Post by Headmistress Briarthorn on Jul 14, 2009 5:42:04 GMT -6
Lu never really liked waiting. She had not liked waiting when he was an angel, nor did he like waiting now that she had Fallen.
Lucifer, the Morning Star, the First to Fall, the Advesary, Satan Him/Herself was a woman of average height or a rather short man, depending on the moment. When female, her curves were subtle and understated, while as a man, he was very effeminate. Her voice was musical, lyrical, and hypnotic, and did not change. Neither did his clothing-- a long, flowing white robe, which tastefully covered her feet which, try as he might, always clacked when she walked over hard surfaces. His hair was very short and stark white, a pair of red and black striped horns poking up from close to her browline. Her features were delicate, and his face also did not much change between male and female. Her eyes were also constant--they had no pupil, and were, in the middle, simply solid red. All in all, he was beautiful, radiant, and terrifying.
And she was expressing this beautiful, terrible countenance at the seven individuals in front of her. Fox, Crea, Johnny, Mort, Medea--still flesh rather than metal, Cassandra, and Lucky. Lu assumed Cassandra to be there, anyway, as she had neither the time nor inclination to actively look for the skittish ghost.
Lucky Seven stood at the fore of the group of monsters--by nature and by kind--a heavy brown cloak drawn over her. A pair of brown owl wings with a span of a dozen feet were slightly-unfurled on her back. Her clothing was not visible, as was most of her face also concealed. Jagged, thorny tattoos ran down her cheeks, and at least part of her neck. Her skin was lightly tanned, and a smirk played across her face, as if the sight of the fallen angel in such a fuss amused her greatly, even though the near divinity's wrath was squared solely at her. In the fiery light of the black iron chamber, a pair of small pink sunglasses gleamed, but somehow her eyes were still in the shadow of the cloak. A few locks of sky-blue hair drifted just outside of the shadow of her cloak, hanging in front of her face.
The chamber itself was wide and round, with a fan of seats in front of the dias in the center of the room. Beyond the dias was a massive pool that took up half the room, lining the top of which were gaping gargoyle mouths that drained liquid fire into the pool. The reservoir of flame looked perpetually in danger of overflowing, but it did not. The fire looked both hungry and actively malevolent and, with Lucifer's rage and annoyance, it flared high and rolled chaotically.
The seats, and the room itself, was made of black iron, full of rivets and spikes and gargoyles. The chairs were in no way comfortable--Seven's Seven were artfully avoiding sitting in them, and Mort was actually eyeing them warily, as if it would come to life and assault him at any moment. On the dias was a truly massive throne, the back nearly twenty feet high. It was ornately carved out of what appeared to be a solid gold slab, with no visible seams. It was not placed, either--it appeared to melt into the floor, the gold fading flowly darker and darker to the black iron of the floor. While very impressive, the carved seat--which featured scenes of angels and demons battling, conversing, killing, loving, worshipping and blaspheming--also did not look comfortable. The arms of the throne ended in talons, and the back was red velvet, stuffed all the way to the top, but it looked too stuffed, hard rather than soft and pleasant. Lu stood in front of this throne, a black iron, ornate scythe in her taloned hands, which he was gripping so hard it was actually shaking.
"I am the dark god of all evil and you MADE ME WAIT FIVE HOURS FOR ALL OF YOU TO ARRIVE." While the start had been lyrical and musical, the voice faded to a hellish, dark bellow, clanking like a hammer and anvil rather than ringing like bells.
"Live with it." Lucky replied. Her voice was just as calm, smooth, and seductive as before. "We're here. You called us. Now you can either give us the job or we can go back the way we came. Except not in jail."
Fox snickered, earning him a glare from Lucifer. The fire raged behind her, faces appearing in it and screaming for blood.
"You're in trouble. That didn't help matters atall." Cassandra's voice said, dripping with fear.
"You are all lucky I cannot act directly against Lilith or her progeny." Lucifer said with a grumble, his red eyes narrowing. "But no one besides you would dare assault Brairthorn's school."
"I'm so lucky they named me it." Lucky said smoothly. "Now tell us the job."
"Lilith's child is at Briarthorn's Academy. I need her. Why is none of your concern. I need you to bring her, preferably without Briarthorn finding out. But that is secondary to bringing me Rose Caulfield. Use whatever means you have. Just bring her to me alive and mostly unharmed. No mental wounds wither. Johnny. Fox. Cassandra. I am talking to you." Lu added with an extra glare.
Johnny Noone nodded. "Of course, dear friend."
Fox smirked. "I'll just sate myself on her classmates then."
Cassandra's voice was full of shock and dismay. "Who? Me?"
"And, besides striking at the one who cursed us? What do we get?" Lucky asked. "Not that that's not worthy in and of itself."
"It is very simple." Lu replied, casually swiping her scythe. From the now much calmer hellfire rose seven sealed crystal vials. "Essence of Peach of Immortality, mixed with the cider of the Apples of Hera, with just a hint of Immortal Seasnake venom, and a few other ingredients, secret, of course. Combined, it can remove any curse. Now, all except the snake are extinct or in godly hands. Very difficult, if not impossible, to obtain these days." The vials fell back into the hellfire. "Get Rose for me and you can have freedom from what Briarthorn has bestowed upon you."
All of the Seven were rapt. "Deal." Lucky said without consideration or consulting her team. She knew they would all agree.
"Good." Lucifer said calmly. "Now get out of my sight, and do not return until you have Rose."
There was a bright flash, and Seven's Seven was gone, to wreak havoc wherever their quest for revenge and redemption took them.
Lucifer, the Morning Star, the First to Fall, the Advesary, Satan Him/Herself was a woman of average height or a rather short man, depending on the moment. When female, her curves were subtle and understated, while as a man, he was very effeminate. Her voice was musical, lyrical, and hypnotic, and did not change. Neither did his clothing-- a long, flowing white robe, which tastefully covered her feet which, try as he might, always clacked when she walked over hard surfaces. His hair was very short and stark white, a pair of red and black striped horns poking up from close to her browline. Her features were delicate, and his face also did not much change between male and female. Her eyes were also constant--they had no pupil, and were, in the middle, simply solid red. All in all, he was beautiful, radiant, and terrifying.
And she was expressing this beautiful, terrible countenance at the seven individuals in front of her. Fox, Crea, Johnny, Mort, Medea--still flesh rather than metal, Cassandra, and Lucky. Lu assumed Cassandra to be there, anyway, as she had neither the time nor inclination to actively look for the skittish ghost.
Lucky Seven stood at the fore of the group of monsters--by nature and by kind--a heavy brown cloak drawn over her. A pair of brown owl wings with a span of a dozen feet were slightly-unfurled on her back. Her clothing was not visible, as was most of her face also concealed. Jagged, thorny tattoos ran down her cheeks, and at least part of her neck. Her skin was lightly tanned, and a smirk played across her face, as if the sight of the fallen angel in such a fuss amused her greatly, even though the near divinity's wrath was squared solely at her. In the fiery light of the black iron chamber, a pair of small pink sunglasses gleamed, but somehow her eyes were still in the shadow of the cloak. A few locks of sky-blue hair drifted just outside of the shadow of her cloak, hanging in front of her face.
The chamber itself was wide and round, with a fan of seats in front of the dias in the center of the room. Beyond the dias was a massive pool that took up half the room, lining the top of which were gaping gargoyle mouths that drained liquid fire into the pool. The reservoir of flame looked perpetually in danger of overflowing, but it did not. The fire looked both hungry and actively malevolent and, with Lucifer's rage and annoyance, it flared high and rolled chaotically.
The seats, and the room itself, was made of black iron, full of rivets and spikes and gargoyles. The chairs were in no way comfortable--Seven's Seven were artfully avoiding sitting in them, and Mort was actually eyeing them warily, as if it would come to life and assault him at any moment. On the dias was a truly massive throne, the back nearly twenty feet high. It was ornately carved out of what appeared to be a solid gold slab, with no visible seams. It was not placed, either--it appeared to melt into the floor, the gold fading flowly darker and darker to the black iron of the floor. While very impressive, the carved seat--which featured scenes of angels and demons battling, conversing, killing, loving, worshipping and blaspheming--also did not look comfortable. The arms of the throne ended in talons, and the back was red velvet, stuffed all the way to the top, but it looked too stuffed, hard rather than soft and pleasant. Lu stood in front of this throne, a black iron, ornate scythe in her taloned hands, which he was gripping so hard it was actually shaking.
"I am the dark god of all evil and you MADE ME WAIT FIVE HOURS FOR ALL OF YOU TO ARRIVE." While the start had been lyrical and musical, the voice faded to a hellish, dark bellow, clanking like a hammer and anvil rather than ringing like bells.
"Live with it." Lucky replied. Her voice was just as calm, smooth, and seductive as before. "We're here. You called us. Now you can either give us the job or we can go back the way we came. Except not in jail."
Fox snickered, earning him a glare from Lucifer. The fire raged behind her, faces appearing in it and screaming for blood.
"You're in trouble. That didn't help matters atall." Cassandra's voice said, dripping with fear.
"You are all lucky I cannot act directly against Lilith or her progeny." Lucifer said with a grumble, his red eyes narrowing. "But no one besides you would dare assault Brairthorn's school."
"I'm so lucky they named me it." Lucky said smoothly. "Now tell us the job."
"Lilith's child is at Briarthorn's Academy. I need her. Why is none of your concern. I need you to bring her, preferably without Briarthorn finding out. But that is secondary to bringing me Rose Caulfield. Use whatever means you have. Just bring her to me alive and mostly unharmed. No mental wounds wither. Johnny. Fox. Cassandra. I am talking to you." Lu added with an extra glare.
Johnny Noone nodded. "Of course, dear friend."
Fox smirked. "I'll just sate myself on her classmates then."
Cassandra's voice was full of shock and dismay. "Who? Me?"
"And, besides striking at the one who cursed us? What do we get?" Lucky asked. "Not that that's not worthy in and of itself."
"It is very simple." Lu replied, casually swiping her scythe. From the now much calmer hellfire rose seven sealed crystal vials. "Essence of Peach of Immortality, mixed with the cider of the Apples of Hera, with just a hint of Immortal Seasnake venom, and a few other ingredients, secret, of course. Combined, it can remove any curse. Now, all except the snake are extinct or in godly hands. Very difficult, if not impossible, to obtain these days." The vials fell back into the hellfire. "Get Rose for me and you can have freedom from what Briarthorn has bestowed upon you."
All of the Seven were rapt. "Deal." Lucky said without consideration or consulting her team. She knew they would all agree.
"Good." Lucifer said calmly. "Now get out of my sight, and do not return until you have Rose."
There was a bright flash, and Seven's Seven was gone, to wreak havoc wherever their quest for revenge and redemption took them.