Damien Thorn (![]() ![]() @ 2010-05-20 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !@event, !closed, damien thorn, lucifer |
Who: Damien and Lucifer
When: Evening
Where: Park
What: Having a serious talk
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
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Damien could definitely feel it now. Lucifer was here. He hadn't seen him, but he could somehow feel it. Bad things were happening. His brother Adam Young had warned him about the arrival. He tended to believe Adam when he said something was important. He hoped he would not have to pick any sides. He did like being.. sinful, he was evil in his core. He didn't have to be. And this was nice, this peace, just living here as though it were a vacation. Or at least.. that's how he used to feel. Ever since God had left, he felt it easier to give in to his nature. He really hadn't done much sin. Aside from that lust potion business, but what the hell, most people already did that kind of thing regularly. He mostly behaved since then. Oh, there was those talks he had when Jennifer Check was around... now that was one with an interesting story. And he had seduced (or was it the other way around) Kristina and broke into someone else's backyard to use the pool. Damien had been, lately, rather.. tame compare to what he could really do. Perhaps it was time he changed that.
And so he went into the park to clear his head, to ponder what to do. He usually knew right away. But things were different in this place. He didn't have the global company he inherited or any of the usual Satanic followers. But.. maybe he could find a way to get that, or get a form of it at least. He was good at adapting to unfamiliar territory. He had been wondering if Lucifer would find him. Had the Devil spoke to his other son? Adam had mentioned Lucifer, after all. Damien wondered what he would say if they met. So many years hoping to see him and now he couldn't think of what to talk about about first. He supposed he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Damien was good at improvising. With a sigh, he made his way over to a bench and sat down. He was seemingly on edge. A bit excited and maybe nervous. This was very big. He had not think he'd ever meet the Devil in person. But.. he was also bored too. So with a smirk, he looked up at one of the lights and stared intently as he quickly made a fist. Next thing he knew, the bulb and glass shattered. And then he laughed.