Lucifer Morningstar (_lightbringer_) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-12-12 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, !weather, rory morningstar (lucifer_sux), ~2022 december, ~~~lucifer morningstar (_lightbringer_) |
Who: Lucifer & Rory
What: How the King of Hell deals with a broken heart
When: Monday night
Where: The park
Warning: Lucifer
Status: Log
Well that backfired. Lucifer. Star of the Morning. The Light Bringing. The King of Hell. He had tried to give Chloe time. Give her space. Think over what he'd told her on why he'd opted to spend more time in Hell with the damned than with her and Rory. He had thought she'd find his altruism and new purpose admirable, therefore his absence understandable. Color him...mistaken. Hugely mistaken. Dr. Linda had advised him to be patient. Give Chloe time. Space. Well, he'd done that and now he paid the price.
She was dating another. Someone she hadn't told him about until he literally walked in on them. Dating. Lucifer had caught Chloe holding secrets. She had only done that once before. As he understood it, you didn't hold secrets from the person you love. Lucifer had learned that from her. And Dr. Linda. Love. Well, Love he had learned from Chloe alone. She'd been bloody well made specifically for him for that purpose. To teach him how to Love. How to be vulnerable. How to be mortal. She was his weakness, and his strength. Made for him by his father to teach him how to trust and how to love. The choice, however, remained in her hands. And she chose another.
Sam. Short for Samuel. A bastardization of Samael. Ironically, it was a name he shared with Lucifer. And Chloe chose him over the one who owned that name first. He'd been here before. Broken. Hurt. Rejected and pathetic. Last time Chloe had left him, he'd let himself fall into the emotional pain. Let it rule him. He'll do the same this time. He knew he had to or it could be bad. A hurt King of Hell could be a dangerous King of Hell, and in this place where no one could escape...he didn't want to become a threat.
Lucifer knew he had to FEEL to get through it. Fall, like he had done so long ago. He had to experience his emotions so that he could push them back. Lock them away. Again. Tomorrow he would release the carefree devil he'd been for so long. Tomorrow, Lucifer bloody Morningstar would return to not giving one bloody shit about anyone or anything. But tonight...tonight, he would allow himself to feel. One. Last. Time.
Others feared the fury of weather gone rogue. Lucifer had nothing to fear from even the worst his mother could dish out. This kind of storm he could stand again. The Morningstar walked through the ever-growing drifts of snow as if they were little more than ankle deep water. The silk suit he had arrived in would be unsalvageable by morning, but it would represent the beauty he would let go of when the sun rose.
As he strode through town where every street, every store seemed abandoned for longer than a few hours, Lucifer looked around. According to lore, his apocalypse would be disease and fire. There was a pantheon where the end of days began with something similar to this. The Norse called it Fimbulvetr. Herald to Ragnarok. Ever winter. Ever cold. The snow that came down and danced upon the chill wind looked like what Lucifer imagined those northmen feared would happen. It was fitting, he felt. A direct juxtaposition for the heat of his emotions.
He found himself in the park, a clearing where he could tilt his head back to look up at the sky. The snow that came down in the dark of night reminded him of stars falling to earth. Reminded him of when he fell. That was what he felt now. That was why this hurt in his chest was so familiar. He hurt now as much and in the same manner as when he'd been cast down. Like then, he'd turn his back on the creator of his pain. Tomorrow, however. Tonight he'd feel it. Burn the experience into his mind so this time he wouldn't forget. This time the memory would scar him so badly he would never allow it to happen again.
Lucifer, Star of the Morning, the King of Hell watched the snow fall, his head tilted back. His eyes closed as a snowflake fell on the top of his cheekbone. But it was anyone's guess if the drop that traced down his face to his jawline was a melted snowflake or a tear.
His power blasted the snow on the ground and in the air away from him as his demon wings erupted into being and a roaring cry rippled through the night. Lucifer's true face welcomed the icy sting of the snow that lightly replaced the ones he had disrupted.