PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I would like to make one thing perfectly clear. There is a very short list of people who truly understand what Hell is. That list consists of the Angels, a couple of the demons, a pair of lawyers and two others.

If anyone feels that they are lacking the appropriate understanding about Hell, believe me I would be more than happy to send them down there for a quick vacation, lets say only an hour Earth time? I believe that would only be days of what feels like eternal suffering and torment.

We're fighting a war here people. On multiple fronts. Try to act like it every once in a while would you.

So maybe its because my mood isn't steller today, maybe its because I'm sick of this threat being bandied around every five seconds by people with 'phenomonal doom powers' who really obviously don't get what hell is, or maybe because lying is an art form and seeing how easy it was to break apart her little arguement made me sad inside, but this...does sound like a threat to send someone to hell right? In fact a really glaringly obvious one.

. "I could send you back to whatever corner of hell you came from with a thought and a snap of my fingers

I mean whatever, saying it is big and clever and badass and all but then to flat out lie about saying that once someone more powerful gets involved...really...its kind of lame isn't it?

Oh and so she can't use it to validate herself, yes I did threaten her first, its less about the threat back and more about the lameness of this specific threat

It seems the Lux has undergone some changes while I've been away.

Well. I am Lucifer Morningstar. This is my establishment. You may remain here, in the positions that you were hired for.

That said, who are you and what do you do in my club?

Oh, bloody hell.

[backdated to yesterday]

I need you at the Lux this evening.

I'm looking for something.

Small, sometimes cheeky, and quite useful for opening doors.

Bela is here. Who are we gonna get next? Ruby? Fucking Lilith? Or, hey, maybe even Yellow Eyes himself?

Man, I'm pissed.

I'm sorry.

Thanks. To everyone that helped with everything.

And Jo? I was wrong. You're a decent hunter after all.

There are no services, there are no masses. There IS a temple. Come find it if you want. That's where I'll be. Warehouse district. Can't miss it. If you get bitten on the way in, kindly bleed on my floor and christen it would ya?

*insert maniacal laughter*

Oh..this just gets better and better!! It's been blissfully peaceful and I'm loving it!!! Stupid mortals!

I'm an angel. I have no interest in souls, in evil, or in good for that matter.

Quite frankly, the lot of you amuse me with the ridiculous things you do.



You figure out if I'm lying.

Hey, you! Mister big shot devil guy. I've got a bone to pick with you.

I've got a soul trapped in a super soaker. Tell me you're going to do something about this?

Listen, I'm sorry I called you a loser, two-bit fallen angel with a Frank Sinatra complex and some half decent underground real estate. I'm really sorry.

Can I go home now? Joke's over. It was funny, really funny when I walked into my bathroom and ended up in the middle of the street in Los Angeles with a truck coming at me full speed. I laughed.

I'll never insult your love of Frank Sinatra again, just get me home so I'm not late for work.

And if you aren't behind this, then I'm pretty sure I'm screwed. This could be bad.

It was once said to me, “You cannot play at Chess if you are kind-hearted. Excellence at Chess, you know, is one mark of a scheming mind." Perhaps it is for these two reasons that I've yet to find a competent opponent. I would think most loathe to admit that they posses those two qualities, though they are nothing to be ashamed of. But if one cannot admit, then one cannot embrace and live up to their full potential. Thus, I lack an opposing king and queen.

Perhaps it is time to up the stakes. I suspect that the winning of a game in this place could be the greatest theft of all if I decided to make it so.

The pieces I envision alone are worth... well, I suppose that would ultimately be up to the pieces.

I have become weary, restless, and listless with most everything. I have nothing to do, nowhere to go. I’m bored and I can no longer sit here quietly until Potter decides that it is time to strike. I need something to occupy my time with. If any of you have tasks within my range of talents that must be done, I will offer up my services to you. My willingness to work alongside anybody who requests my assistance will come with a price, so you best remember that. But I must assure you, that it will be worth it in the end.

/Tom Marvolo Riddle/

You son of a bitch, take it back!

I just wanted you all to know that there's more than one option around here when it comes down to exorcising demons and taking care of monsters. I'm a hunter and it's what I do. If you have a problem, particularly with demons, don't hesitate to come straight to me. It would be a better thing for both yourself and me in the long run because I need to face off as many demons as possible within the next few days before Dean.

My contact informtion is as follows: [insert email and phone number].

Don't know what a demon is? Most people don't. It's hard to tell. But if you see a friend that's suddenly acting completely out of character then that might be your first clue. Your second would be the smoke rising from the demons flesh after you douse it with holy water. I usually don't suggest that you hit them hard with the holy water though, since that generally means that they can't pull their little stunt over you anymore and will probably attempt to murder you right on the spot. So just call me if you have any suspicions. If there's a demon around, I'll figure it out. And if not? It's better to be safe, don't you think?

I find myself wonder how I managed to get all the way from Kansas to Los Angeles, when I did not make it so. What sort of magic is this? I try to get back, and I can not. Never before could I not go where I wanted. I tried to be polite and ask someone on the streets. He however, was useless. It's wonderful that the men in this time actually bathe, but it seems to be that most of them lack any sort of manners.

I wish to know who dares to hold me here, without even an explanation. I feel power all over, directly in this city, and yet, none of it seems to be responsible for this. It vexes me to know that someone out there feels they can treat so many people like puppets. The task I must complete can not be carried out here.

I can't believe I forgot about the population growth.

...

I still need to finish this.

Mm, are the doors still open for me, Mr. Lux?

[Hyperion residents]

Well, this just has a terrible timing. I need to leave for a while. I promise to contact every two hours and respect the rules. But this is very important.

Best luck in bringing Peter back.

[Death]

Hi, so long, right? Are you busy tonight? Knowing LA, you must be, but I need to talk to you about... business.

He's here! He's really here!

It's a nice day, isn't it? Maybe your chipmunks want to meet my new friends in the closest park, Giselle. Mona and Doyle are a couple of hedgehogs I just purchased.

[Hyperion Hotel Residents & Lucifer]

My friend, Mr. Lux, is here. And we're going to work together, setting his... business. He's teaching me the ropes so I would help him back home. This is very important to me. So, um, don't worry if I return late to my room. I'll be alright. You know how to reach me, right?

So. Who might be in charge here?