towerofanimus | His Infernal Majesty

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His Infernal Majesty

Characters: Lucifer and YOU!
Setting: Throughout the Tower and
Format: Whatever is good for you is good for me
Summary: Lucifer now looks like the spitting image of his very name, if the spitting image were a horribly mangled version of a little red imp. And he's out to do what the Devil's got to do: torment people and behave in the most cartoonish way possible.
Warnings: Slight body horror at Lucifer's appearance, dancing imp demons, getting stabbed in the butt with a plastic pitchfork.

[Floor 25]
[In the Tower there are few things quite as calm, or peaceful, as the meadow located on the twenty-fifth floor. True, it's rare that something is truly harmless in the Tower, or may not be concealing anything, but the sense of peace the floor can give off.

Well. That sense of peace is lost today as the area is engulfed in fire thanks to some handy application of magic. The flames burn close to the ground, engulfing what it can of the grass. In the middle of this mediocre inferno is an utterly hideous little creature. It's skin has apparently been removed, the body a red, swelling wound to give the mockery of it having red flesh. It sports a pair of horns on the top of it's head that don't seem to have been there quite right as they go sideways, and a long red tail follows him, although the tail looks like it could fall off at any moment. In it's hand the creature clasps a plastic pitchfork like you'd find for a dollar at a Halloween specialty store as he jumps and scampers oh so most sinisterly among the flames, cackling as evilly and overly dramatically as possible.

He is the Devil and this shall be his domain, dammit. He has work to do in torturing all the pathetic souls that wander the halls of this place. Of course in order to do his work he needs some fellow demons to follow his orders and has summoned them to him. Along with him in the flames are several little black imps who jump and squeal in the flames along with their master.

The imps are entirely harmless. A kindergartener with a good right hook could probably knock them out. But it's setting the scene that counts so much in striking fear in men's hearts, as far as the little "demon" is concerned.

If this ~~idiotic~~ evil display isn't enough to strike fear into your heart, then surely the speech the little red creature gives will do the trick as he bellows and raves in front of the crowd of demons. It's hard to imagine something so small, the size of a ten year old, could be that loud.]

MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN INFERNALITY! COME! WE HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO AMONG THESE PATHETIC SOULS OF THE DAMNED! THESE PATHETIC, LACKLUSTER CHEWY SOULED FOOLS! LET US SPREAD PAIN, AND SUFFERING, AND SUCH MISERY THAT THEY SHALL LOOK UP AT THE SKY AND CRY OUT "WHY GOD WHY ME?!" AND FALL INTO DESPAIR WHEN THEY ARE GIVEN NO ANSWER!

COME! COME, LET US SPREAD TORMENT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE WORLD!

[At least he's thinking big.]

[Around the Tower]
[Considering how many people are controlled by their costumes at this point, things are hectic enough around the Tower. Still things are about to get even more hectic.

Or at the very least more annoying.

It doesn't matter who you are or what you're doing. Doesn't matter if you're dressed as a hero with incredible powers or something simple and innocent. As you're walking around the Tower today there's going to be a moment where you're going to get a shock, like someone had just prodded you in the rear with a plastic pitchfork. Hard. Which is stupid of course because no one would do that.

Except someone just did. Behind you there's a mangled looking little creature, open red skin oozing and tail and horns ill-fitting, but smiling just the same as he holds his little pitchfork in both hands.

And then it starts screaming.]

Move! Move fool! To the lake of fire you will go!

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[Aleph liked this floor the way it was. Wait, he knows that voice-]

Lucifer, what exactly are you doing?

[What's that giving backsass to the Devil?

Just leaping over now to jab you with his pitchfork.]

Quiet! Quiet now! You only prolong the inevitable with your drivel!

[And now he's grabbing your wrist, like a parent would a naughty child. Although he's pulling far harder than he needs to.]

All come here in the end. Come to burn.

Edited 2012-10-28 19:23 (UTC)

You're being ridiculous.

[Aleph yanks back on his wrist. He's bigger than you, Lucifer, he'll play tug-of-war if he has to.]

[Unfortunately, size doesn't matter for Lucifer's strength. Demonic power is demonic power, no matter which form he's in. Still, he frowns at Aleph's resistance for a moment before chuckling evilly yet again.]

Don't fight! All shall burn in time! Your resistance proves nothing but your fear!

It proves that I think you're acting like a moron. I'm not afraid of you and I never will be.

[Does he have to flick you in the forehead.]

You should be! You should be!

[And he is just hoping mad at your reaction. Literally. Just hoping from one foot to the other like a crazy person, teeth barred and tongue rolling out.]

[He just silently reaches out and taps Lucifer on the forehead. Bite him if you want, crazycifer.]

*Enoch smells the smoke on his way up and makes a run for the flames. Who would destroy such a piece of nature?

And then he comes to a halt when he sees the...person. Couldn't be older than seven or eight, at that height. Skinned. Skinned.

The creature-person's words and cartonnish exaggeration of demonic intent hit him, but don't quite fail to register beyond the sick horror at the sight and the overwhelming sympathy for the young one who must have been forced to act this way...*

[The "child" just stands there a moment, amongst the flames. Before giving a large, large smile and motioning at Enoch with his pitchfork.]

Minions! Fellow demons of hell! Attack!!

[And the little black imps start bouncing over to Enoch, gibbering. They're pretty harmless, truth be told, as all they do is bounce in front of him and, occasionally, bounce in to him and then fly away. It's like they're plush dolls.]

*Enoch flares his wings and glides over the flames with a leap to get him started. He's shaking when he gets his Arch out. It isn't like other times with the people he knows to be demons. This is, in stark contrast, all mercy...*

[Lucifer looks at the display of Enoch's wings. His eyes close some, tightening into small slits as he hisses, almost like a cat. He grips the little plastic pitchfork in his hands ever harder. Angel. AN Angel. That's all the demon can think of, and this creature of purity must be punished for stepping in to his domain.

A massive burst of flame erupts from the end of pitchfork. This, however, isn't a trick or a toy like the weapon in his hands.

Agidyne.]

*Enoch wasn't expecting that. The gout of flame hits him square in the chest and he screams, carried farther back by the force thanks to his wings acting like sails. He hits the stairs and falls down to the floor below. His landing extinguishes what flames had caught on his skin, and he gets to his feet quickly, to escape the contact of the hard floor on his new burn. Surprisingly, he's not as debilitated by the pain as one might expect. He hops back onto the stairs and ascends slowly.*

Won't you let me end your suffering?

Suffering?

[Lucifer situates the pitchfork in one hand, holding it in a throwing position.]

Suffering is my meaning!

[And then he hurls the pitchfork at Enoch as hard as he can, to make it as deadly as a plastic pitchfork can be.

So. You know. Maybe a nasty looking welt or something if it hits.]

*That would be why he was climbing slowly. Enoch quickly hops back down and watches as the pitchfork sails by above before climbing back up.*

You...you can't live this way...

*The more he looked at the "child", the more he had to fight this feeling of panic welling up inside him.*

[The "child" cackles. It echoes through the room, loud and clear and mad. It seems almost as if the smoke from the fire itself parts at the noise. As if commanded.]

Yet I can! Not only can, must!

What a weak thing you are! What a weak world you protect! Soon all any of it will know is torment! And fire.

*And still, he thinks it's nothing more than the tower, taking control of the boy's mind the same way it's wormed its way into his own. He wouldn't have thought of it if his own rules didn't exempt children from sin. Lucifer's favored avatar is helping him here.

And all he can think of is the panic that's drying his mouth and the sting of sympathetic pain throughout his body that threatens to intensify into a much more in-the-moment pain. It's enough that he completely ignores the second part of what he said.*

No...no, you don't need to. Let me give you some relief from it for today...

[Yusuke had decided to work out. There were many freaks with costumes going around, yes, but there was little he could do if he couldn't even find them. They would no doubt seek him out eventually, so it just came down to waiting at times; other times, he planned on seeking the bastards out to knock them out.

However, just as he was about to lift some weights, he stopped, sharp metal jammed against his ass. Sharp as it was, he bit his lip, trying to hold in the painful scream.

And failed.]

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?

[Yusuke jumped, letting go of the weight and tossing it into the air. He quickly turned around, glaring at the demon Lucifer. A pitchfork. Of course.]

Pal, I ain't moving. [The weight crashed onto Yusuke's head, yet he did not move, even as it slid off of him. Rather, the aura around him seemed to grow, spirit and demon energy combining.] EXCEPT FOR KICKING YOUR ASS FOR WHAT YOU JUST DID, YOU DUMBASS!

[Lucifer just grins and laughs at Yusuke's reaction. The laugh is a cartoonish, yet ghoulish sound, like a slightly deeper Woody Woodpecker laugh. Even if he was in his right state of mind, Lucifer wouldn't have felt fear at the sight. If anything, battle was something the demon appreciated.]

Whether now, whether later, you'll come and burn just like the rest. You'll move whether by your own volition or not!

I'll move my fist right into your damn face!

[Yusuke shouts, lunging forward and aiming a punch right for the demon's face. Pissed off already, Yusuke wanted to just knock this demon's lights out with a quick and hard punch. He doubted it would be that easy though.]

[Lucifer just smiles, his exposed white teeth a jarring comparison to the stripped appearance of his flesh. Yusuke's fist connects with Lucifer's face, creating an unpleasant wet sound as it connects. Lucifer's head turns at the force of it, and stays that way for a brief few seconds. If he still had skin, it would have even left a bruise. That would be impressive in its own right, especially if Lucifer was in his right mind; it took considerable power to put even a minor dent in him.

Lucifer turns his head back to Yusuke. And smiles wider, a slightly darker trail of blood forming out of his mouth and dripping down his chin and becoming lost in the bruised crimson that composes Lucifer's body.

And in the same motion Lucifer throws a punch at Yusuke's chest. Despite his size and appearance, he still possesses the strength and power of the Lord of Chaos, no matter what form he takes.]

[Yooooooou.

You did not.

You did not just burn the meadow.

Naoki is pretty sure this is due to the infliction everyone is having but dude that is the freakin' meadow! You can't just burn it even if you're under a spell! Especially if you are under a spell.

He is already marching over there, cracking his knuckles.]

[Yes. He did just set it on fire. He needs a lake - or, well, field - of fire to throw sinners into Naoki. It's his job. And your job too.]

And so the Antichrist has arrived! Come, come my child! We have much work to do and the souls to stoke the fires won't come to us!

[Yeah. Just kind of either ignoring the knuckle cracking or misinterpreting it right now Naoki.]

[Wait what. What. Naoki's had his share of crazy things, but seeing you like this and calling him the Antichrist is making him just double-take. That sounds much more like a set job YHVH would have you do.

I mean, if the bright red devil costume didn't give him a clue something was wrong with you in the first place, right?]

...

[One of the imps comes too close to him and tries to poke at him, so he kicks it into the fire.]

Edited 2012-10-31 19:19 (UTC)

[The imp lets out a little squeal as it sails across the room and into the flames. The flames? Don't hurt it so much. The force of being kicked by someone like the Demi-Fiend? Does. It splatters as it hits the floor, a large black spot.

Lucifer claps his hands, cackling in delight at the sight of Naoki's "cruelty".]

Well done! Well done! Of all of them I knew you would understand most of all!

Come! You shall lead the charge as we grab all those here by the scruffs of their necks and drag them into everlasting hellfire!

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Oh my god I keep forgetting to link his death thing... I'm sorry!

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