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Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (who_is_like_god) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-10-04 23:29:00

Entry tags:

gabriel, henry claus, hermes, lucifer, michael, santa claus

WHO: Santa Claus, Michael, Gabriel, Henry Claus, Hermes, and then whomever
WHEN: Forward dated to Friday night
WHERE: Lucifer's
WHAT: A rescue!
WARNINGS: Henry's in a coma and violence to Lucifer

Knowing that Santa could get in the house where Lucifer was keeping Henry had Michael pacing outside his car excitedly. He hadn't realised the man would be able to get around Lucifer's wards like that, but he was so pleased they didn't have to sit outside for days while Lucifer carried on harming Henry inside. He wanted the poor boy out of there.

So Michael paced, his sword sitting inside his car, waiting.

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sleighbellsr1ng
2021-10-04 11:13 am UTC (link)

When Nick had arrived in New York, the first thing he'd done was go to his apartment where Tinsel and Merry were waiting for him, and gathered them both up into a warm, tight hug. His children really did mean the world to him. That was part of the reason he distanced himself, so it wouldn't hurt so much when he lost them, but in this case- was it too late? Henry deserved better. There was no way on Earth that Santa was going to let his youngest son suffer under Lucifer's hand anymore.

After that, things had ground down to a frustrating standstill. Nick was out searching with the angels and others, his own resources seemingly being compromised by and outside power, making it exceedingly difficult to get a pinpoint on Henry's position. He couldn't find Henry's name on the List, nor Lucifer's, although the latter was expected. He spent his nights above the city, looking out of his penthouse windows until he fell asleep in an armchair from exhaustion.

He was single-minded in his pursuit of Henry. Every waking moment was focused on this one outcome. So when Michael sent the message, he was into his red Jeep and heading out to the address the moment he had it.

Nick pulled up to a stop with a screech of tyres when he saw Michael, and got out, striding over to greet him. His expression was grim, folded into a scowl from under which his bright blue eyes twinkled with foreboding instead of merriment.

"Michael!" he boomed, not at all concerned about being spotted. Nothing and nobody was getting between him and his son.

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	who_is_like_god 2021-10-04 11:17 am UTC (link)
	"Gabriel will be along," Michael said with a nod. "I won't be able to help you, Nick. Not unless you get the wards down. And the wards won't come down unless he dies." Michael pointed to his sword in the car. "I have a sword. It has flames if you think...hey sword have flames. They appear. Would that be of use to you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sleighbellsr1ng 2021-10-04 11:27 am UTC (link)
	Nick looked up at the house and narrowed his eyes slightly. "I have my own tricks. I might have a way for you to get in. Wait here." He turned and went back to his car, and returned a minute later with a large sack, the word TOYS emblazoned across the side. He held it up, and looked at Michael. "Anything in the sack is coming in with me. Catch my drift?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	who_is_like_god 2021-10-04 11:29 am UTC (link)
	"You...want me to get in your sack?" Michael asked, incredulously. Honestly though, if Nick thought this would work, he was going to try. Asking for explanations was just wasting time. He pulled open his car door and grabbed the sword, nodding. "Do I just climb in?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sleighbellsr1ng 2021-10-04 11:38 am UTC (link)
	"One leg at a time," Nick said with a nod, opening the top and bending down a bit so Michael could step in easily. There were a few gifts rattling around in there, as well as a bag of coal for the naughty children. Lucifer was getting his lump of coal shoved down his throat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	who_is_like_god 2021-10-04 11:41 am UTC (link)
	Michael sort of stared at the bag for a second, and then he stepped into it just as Santa suggested, one leg at a time. It was an odd feeling, standing there in the street, his feet in a bag, a sword in his hands. "Let's go this. Let's rescue your son." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sleighbellsr1ng
2021-10-04 11:55 am UTC (link)

Nick gave Michael a nod, and in a swift movement he had pulled the sack up and over his head and tied it deftly at the top. With a soft grunt of exertion, he swung the sack over his shoulder. It didn't look like it had a person inside it, of course. That was the magic of it.

Climbing a building without the sleigh to fly him up there was a little trickier, but with a bit of magic he could shimmy hand over hand up the drainpipe and pop up onto the roof in a flash. Christmas magic was good like that. All it took was some belief. Getting himself and a sack down a skinny chimney flue was inexplainable, but it happened, and Nick dusted the soot off his red jacket as he stepped out over the hearth. (Of course he was in red. Red pants, suspenders, white singlet, red jacket. He did have a reputation to uphold.)

He looked around to get his bearings, and spotted a demon in the doorway, staring at him slack-jawed. "YOU!" he barked, and the demon dropped her mug. "Where is your master?"

With a yelp, the demon scarpered, and Nick rolled his shoulders. Better get this over with.

	mourningstar_ 2021-10-04 11:59 am UTC (link)
	Lucifer had been in the kitchen, finding himself some wine, when he hear some commotion from the lounge. He grabbed a knife from the chopping block and headed out to the lounge to find- ...was shitting Santa in his living room? "Who the fuck are you?!" Lucifer asked, brandishing the knife. "What are you doing here?" How had this shitheel gotten in?! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	mourningstar_ 2021-10-04 12:16 pm UTC (link)
	Lucifer stared at the man's arms and he actually took a step backwards before remembering he was the fucking devil. "Who the fuck is your son?" Lucifer hissed, and then he shook his head. "Actually, I don't give a shit," and he raised the knife, looking intent on throwing it at the intruder. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)