Home again, home again. Jiggetty jig. Who: Lucifer Morningstar and Elaine Belloc What: Reunion Where: LA streets and soon, the Lux When: Evening Rating: TBA Status: In progress
The result was... anticlimactic, as expected. There had been space to hope, and room to hope, but in this situation, there was no hope Lucifer could sustain for long. If he were one to have faith, he might have, but faith was a concept long barren to the one called the Morningstar. He did, however, feel that the girl had been ready for this. When she said she'd figured it out, he had believed her. She was a good student, after all. It had been a long time since he'd had a pupil.
But something had happened, after she had built the gate. Something he couldn't exactly pin on her. There had been a sense of Other as they crossed, and Lucifer had been very displeased to find Elaine's grip wrenched away from his. And when he landed here (note the term, landed; with the horrid wings he'd been left with, catching himself was no option), there had been no signs of his niece.
All in all, Lucifer Morningstar was not having a good day.
He got to his feet, and scowled at the sight of his wings. The black, membranous, bat-like wings he'd always despised the appearance of when used in context with him. He shook himself off, flapped the wings, and let out a calm breath when feathers rippled out, coating the wings into their former shape.
There. One thing settled. The next thing he did was send out a subtle pulse of his Will. If Elaine was here, he was certain that would get her attention.
He recognized the city, of course. Los Angeles. This was where he had established his club. But this Creation was not in the process of breaking down. Lucifer peered into the most base constructs, but he could not find Yehweh's name upon the fabric of it. Lovely. A Creation he hadn't seen before.
But still, it wasn't crumbling into decay. It was an advantage. Lucifer headed down the road, looking for the spot where the Lux would be. If it wasn't, he would make it so.