towerofanimus | 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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[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...

His Infernal Majesty

Re: Floor 25

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

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