towerofanimus | There is no such thing as lost [Open]

Characters: Lucifer and you/open to all
Setting: All around the Tower, with a few specific stops in a couple rooms
Format: However you want to roll. Mainly doing prose in brackets.
Summary: Lucifer decides to discover the brand new cage he's been gifted with being stuck in.
Warnings: I don't know when to shut up sometimes sorry.

[Finding himself in a new world was far from being a new experience for Lucifer. It was often that he found his battle with YHVH spanning different worlds as the forces of Law and Chaos clashed against one another. But being pulled to one against his will was far more rare, let alone to a world he had never heard of or seen before. That there should be one he had no knowledge of was both intriguing and an annoyance that he should have been dragged to it.

Still, since all attempts to leave this dimension since he had gotten here had proven fruitless he supposed it would be for the best to explore the his new habitat. And he can be found doing just that in a couple different ways.]

[Around the Tower, Random]

[If you're going around the tower today, you'll find a small blonde-haired boy, probably no older than ten, scrutinizing and examining the tower as closely as possible. He runs his hands across the walls, looking for imperfections or any possible latches or secrets in it. His hands run across the floors looking for the same, and sometimes the ceilings.

Of course, he can't reach the ceilings naturally. That's why he's summoned a large red demon whose shoulders he's standing on as he examines the ceiling. He could have changed to one of his adult or demonic forms himself, he supposed. But he found this more entertaining.

Alternatively, you may be walking through the tower when you hear a voice behind you proclaim]

You. I wish to speak with you.

[Which is funny. Because you could have sworn there was no little boy there before.]

[Room Twenty Eight]

[Lucifer was always made to be a killer and a being capable of mass destruction, but alongside that had been his role as the angel who led the angelic choir in singing their praises to God.

That role and part of him was long gone and past. But Lucifer still at times had a penchant for music. And even he couldn't keep himself from taking some of an interest in it when he entered this room.

Anyone else who enters the room will hear someone playing the grand organ. Lucifer's rather quite good at it, and practiced, despite how young he looks.]

[Floor Thirteen]

[Oh. How lovely.

Lucifer didn't so much hate Cathedrals as he merely found them in poor taste. But then again he always found anything relating to his Father as such. He looks bored and somewhat annoyed as he listens to the indistinct mumbling that fills the floor. He can only assume that it would be praise to YHVH even if he can't hear exactly what's being said, and he searches through the pews to see if he can find any evidence of it being a dedication to God, though after a while he stops.

He turns his head up to the sky, shaking it a bit.]

I suppose this must be a great help to you, isn't it?

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Yeah. I know. I don't know how much of what they tell us is true. It's... disturbing, what they do let us see.

Then perhaps it is the truth. Or perhaps not.

Could you tell me more about the experiments you mentioned?

The only one I've been in so far was where they shoved us in a giant maze for eight days, restricted our powers, and had us fight to the death.

[A gladiatorial battle then. He supposed he could approve of contests such as that, and it furthered his own current theory that whoever had brought them here had been planning for something far less than altruistic.]

I see. And were any special considerations given to the winners aside from being spared their lives?

I don't know. I was kind of busy dealing with the afteraffects.

[And trying not to have a breakdown about it... ugh...]

The afteraffects? What do you mean by that.

[His assumption is that the sheer amount of death may have tugged at part of your nature as the Appriser and Nyx's avatar. That it could mean something else currently isn't registering with him.]

For those of us who died in the maze, there were... they were like nightmares, but more real. After that, there was someone I ran into... I ended up caught by some kind of spell, and I almost badly hurt a bunch of people.

[Not to mention his breakdown in the labyrinth itself... death was part of the world, yes, but he would fight as hard as he could to keep it away from his brother and sister, no matter what world they were from.]

[Ah. He supposes that's mildly surprising, but nothing he isn't entirely unaccustomed too. While death was always final ultimately, there were "deaths" along the way that could be subverted, or weren't a true end thanks to the workings of the Amala Network.

Perhaps now would be a good time to show he knows more than he's letting on.]

But even then. This has never been an uncommon occurrence for you.

[... He freezes. Who was this kid? And what was he talking about?]

First of all, that actually is pretty weird. Second of all, why do you suddenly sound like you know me?

I know you peripherally, I suppose.

I'm curious if you know yourself.

[Because he supposes there is the chance that you may have come from a time before you realized exactly what you are. The idea you're an AU hasn't caught up with him yet.]

I know myself pretty well, thanks. Are you connected with Nyx somehow?

[Even if he understands she was just doing what she thought was right, that didn't change that they had to stop her and the people who supported her.]

[Lucifer shakes his head a bit.]

No. Not in the way you're thinking at least.

[And it annoys him you would think that. If he was tied to Nyx, you would be one of the few people who would know, Appriser.]

[He frowns, trying to think of how else this person would know him.]

[He's not coming up with anything.]

Do you mind explaining that?

[He smiles a little.]

I will.

But not right now.

[And not through words. He doesn't know how long he'll be able to keep everything about himself hidden, let alone his nature, in such a small area. Let alone a small area that is crawling with people and variations of people from worlds connected to the Amala Network and it's subsidiary forms.

He'll let his actions and what he does explain what he is.]

[... Creepy. But okay. Fine. It's obvious he's not going to get more out of him right now.]

So was there anything else you wanted to know about this place?

[He would like to know everything if that were possible but he expects he can't get more than what he already has out of you. He simply shakes his head no.]

That is all for now.

There is no such thing as lost [Open]

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