Lucifer Morningstar, Lightbringer (morningstar_) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2009-05-07 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, gabriel, lucifer |
Who: Lucifer and OTA
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: the garden/atrium/solarium on the first floor of the Hotel
What: a stroll about the grounds
Status: Incomplete
Lucifer's favorite place within the hotel was undoubtedly the garden, having designed it specially himself. It was multi-layered and complex, and there were aspects of nature from an assortment of lands and climbs, laid out in breathtaking array, suited to the needs and desires of the guests staying at the Hotel. And subject to change, of course.
He liked to walk among the various gardens, feeling relatively at peace with himself and with the world, watch the guests as they interacted with one another there - oftentimes they were unaware of his presence, for he had many forms. But sometimes, as today, he was visible, as himself, should anyone take the time to notice. This particular garden wore an air of Old Testament-ness, for he had designed it himself to be very similar to another garden of long ago, one in which he had spent some time, conversing with the inhabitants. The woman was intelligent, willing to listen to logic (not to mention she was nicely stacked), but the man was rather doltish, and counted on the woman for everything, giving more credence to his second brain than to the world around him. And he blamed the woman for everything, of course, when their world fell apart, but that's another story entirely.
He was responsible for the Hotel, of course, and for everyone's being in it. Lucifer had his own reasons for it, of course. And perhaps he would discuss it when asked. Or perhaps not. Depending upon his current mood, more likely than not.
Today he was in a contemplative mood, as he strolled within this garden within this Hotel within this world he and he alone had created, thanks to the loophole which God had given him and which he had found and enlarged, thus creating the many portals which were bringing in the guests of the Hotel. How could he be blamed for having the wit to see God's error, and act upon it?
Dressed in his usual natty attire, black evening suit and bow tie, he was the picture of nattiness as he paused to contemplate a particularly lovely blossom. He plucked it easily from its nest among its compatriots, tucking it in his lapel, inhaling the sweet fragrance of its petals. He knew someone was approaching, but he made no move to either remove himself from view or to learn the identity of the person. All would be revealed in good time, he knew.
*Lusty Month of May, Lerner & Loewe, Camelot