towerofanimus | Tyger Tyger Burning Bright

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Tyger Tyger Burning Bright

Characters: Lucifer
Setting: Around the Tower, Floor 13
Format: Action brackets to start, will match any form
Summary: A thousand years of captivity and powerlessness does not bode well with someone who puts a surplus on the importance of power.
Warnings: Blasphemy warning for floor 13 and in general, creepiness, encroaching madness

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[The Tower is being odd today. That seems to be something all can agree on who inhabit it. But there's something especially off with wherever you are right now.

You can't put your finger on it at first, but the sensation is bothersome. Worrying, to a degree. It's a prickling sensation at the back of your mind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. It takes a moment, but not too long, before you realize what the sensation is.

You can't tell exactly why, but you feel like you're being watched. You might feel like you can see the shadow of someone else in the room, indistinct and for a brief moment inhuman, before it flicks out of sight. Or maybe you hear something that sounds like footsteps behind you. Or to the side. Or right in front of you.

But always. Always you think that in the back of your mind you can hear a low, indistinct singing.

Perhaps you'll just try and leave the room you're currently in. Or perhaps you'll call out to see if anyone's there.

Maybe there is no good choice at the moment.]

Floor 13/The Cathedral

[The Cathedral was his. YHWH had managed to take so much away from him in the 1000 years Lucifer had been trapped just by trapping him here that if the most Lucifer could do to obviously hurt YHWH was destroy a place that seemed to be for his worship, Lucifer did it.

The pews in the Cathedral have been shattered, most reduced to splinters and heaps of broken wood. Most of the shattered pews seem to have been covered in some form of unpleasant filth, and the smell of carrion and dark staining on the wood attests to what it is. The wood, if one felt some desire too, would be filthy to the touch, grimy and clumped and wet, so horribly wet.

The large, ornate stained glass windows too have been defaced, obscenities in several languages, in English and in German and in Latin and in all languages in between, new and old, alive and dead, have been carved into the glass. It would be better, more accurate perhaps, to say they were scratched into it. Some of the obscenities are simply vulgarities, single words meant to shock and offend. Others are long winded, ranting tirades against God, against belief, against seemingly anything having to do with order and control of oneself, or of others.

The same kind of filth that covered the shattered remains of the pews too seems to start running down the center of main aisle, originating in the middle of it. The path of grime and filth continues to the podium at the very front, where one would stand to give a sermon.

Instead, there's a creature sitting on top of the podium. The creature, in comparison to the wreckage that is now the Cathedral, looks beautiful. Almost serene. And yet from it's posture there's something wrong. Something frightening beyond how immediately inhuman its appearance is. The fact that the creature is singing, and singing in a voice not beautiful but monotone, almost droning, doesn't help.]

Our God
Is an awesome God
He reigns in Heaven above

[As the creature sings, it seems to be whittling something. Not with a knife, but it's very fingers. It doesn't appear to have claws, and yet it still digs its finger nails into a piece of wood - a large shard of what had once been a pew - and tears chunks of wood away with ease. The figure it's making appears to be a little man, hands outstretched to heaven, as if pleading or asking reprieve.]

With Wisdom
Power
And Love

[And at love, the creature crushes the little man in entirety in it's hand. The wooden figure disappears into the creature's fist, and once the hand becomes unclenched all that appears again is a fine dust that sprinkles and falls to the ground.]

Our God is an awesome God.

[The Cathedral was his. To do with as he pleased. To be the one way Lucifer believed he could still spite God, could strike in some fashion against YHWH who had managed after so long to leave him truly powerless in Lucifer's contest against Him.

Lucifer hadn't given up. Not completely. He could still form a Chaos faction. He could still fight back. He just

He just needed to find some way to hurt this damn Tower. And none had presented itself.

None had been found in a thousand years.

And so he sat. And sang. And made mockery as he schemed.

As he tried not to break down further.

He wasn't accustomed to visitors. Most seemed to realize it was a bad idea by this point to enter the Cathedral. Still.

Lucifer wouldn't necessarily be angry to receive some visitors.

Even the devil could be lonely.]

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[Trying to get breakfast under these circumstances were annoying. Trying to his best to ignore it, he got his breakfast of eggs, eggs, and more eggs and sat down with it.

Taking a bite, he chewed for a moment, and was ready to take another bite when he set down his fork, and sighed.]

Either go away or stop starin' at me.

Why?

[The voice is static-y, breaking in and out as if it was being heard through a cheap television. And yet it's clearly organic. And nearby.

What might be worse is how the voice seems to change. No. Not change, but resonate with other tones, a male and female voice ringing out. Sometimes at the same time. Sometimes switching every other word. Sometimes young. Sometimes old. And sometimes soft, or screaming, or telepathically.]

My.

Does having someone watching som-someone watching really detract that much from fulfilling the NEEDS of the body?

[He - it - is standing behind you. And from the shadow now looming over it's hard to tell if the figure is male, or female, or even human. Or if it even really mattered. But from the shadow there is one thing that can be told pretty easily.

Motherfucker is tall.]

[Reno is just rolling his eyes, unimpressed by the display.]

Because it's just fucking rude, yo.

[Laughter. Loud. And quiet. Chuckling and giggling.

Lucifer's nature isn't just Chaos. He is Chaos. And without his sanity to keep it in order, his control is eroded. And his nature has overtaken him.

He's at the other side of the table now, facing Reno. And a child. Just smiling wide at the man in front of him.]

Is it truly n-n-nourishing? To eat what is presented to you by your captors?

It keeps me from ending up on Jason's table so often.

[Other than talking about it, Reno isn't really paying attention to the food, focused on the being across from him.]

Is there some reason why you're bothering me?

A reason?

[He's older now, a man maybe a three or four years Reno's senior. And frazzled looking. He blinks at Reno a moment, mouth slightly agape. Yes. There was a reason he had spoken to Reno....they had spoken to Reno. Perhaps calling himself they was more appropriate by now.

The man runs a hand through his hair, mouthing something to himself silently before mumbling.]

Is there a reason a ReAsOn?

[And then he is a she, her hand rubbing the temple of her head, eyes closed. The transition is immediate; one instant he's a man with a hand in his hair, the next a woman with a hand to her forehead. There's no movement; it's as if one form just disappeared into thin air and was replaced by another.

The woman, when she speaks, is calm. The resonating in the voice stops for now, as if the creature has found a way to control itself. Of all Lucifer's forms, "Louisa" was always one of the most reasonable.

Eyes still closed, she speaks.]

There is.

...I remember you now. We've talked but twice, briefly, and....long ago.

[When she first arrived a....a thousand years ago? ...Is that right? How? The man doesn't feel supernatural, could he still be the same man? Perhaps a different variation.]

...You told me you believed there was no escape from this Tower, and no reason to fight it. Do you believe this ideology still?

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[Leaning just slightly on the table with his elbows now, Reno looked down as if thinking about the question. Lifting his head slowly, his eyes flicked up to rest on the form. The memory was a bit vague but he still remembered the person on the network mocking people about being in a prison.]

Do I still believe something I said several months ago?

Yeah.

[His conversation with Dax pretty much confirmed it.]

There is no way out of here unless they want to let us out.

[Several months? No. That isn't right.]

No. You're lying L-Y-I-N-G do not DO NOT lie to-

[Louisa snaps her mouth shut, hand moving from her temple to join her other hand as her fingers intertwine and arch. She rests her forehead against the arched hands. Calm down. Calm down. Its been years since you've been able to maintain lucidity for this long and it feels good. Don't let it escape you now.

Slowly, Louisa opens her eyes, one fire red and the other ice blue, as she begins to speak again.]

May I ask why you believe their claim so easily?

I do not mean this to condescend. I'm asking in sincerity in an attempt to understand this view. Why do you believe them? What have they given you that you process as objective evidence despite so much of the experiments they run on us being experiments aimed to break our sense of identity and and real-realityyyyyyyy.

[She pauses again. Then continues.]

My question is what have they done to make you believe that a Tower based on lies and illusions is, in fact, being thoroughly honest in this manner, or even that our captors might be who or what they say they are?

[Oh come on, he didn't want a big discussion about philosophy or trying to figure out that claim he was lying. He just wanted to eat his eggs in peace.]

Ehhhh...

Why, I gathered my own evidence. I've been up and down this tower over the past year and I haven't found a hint of exit. Except for the administerial levels, there is no exit.

Can I get back to my breakfast now?

[No Reno now is the time for philosophy. All time is the time for philosophy.

Louisa just sits there, and blinks once.]

That's it that's IT?

Is that all ya wanted? An answer you're not happy with?

[Just a simple observation there.]

You're getting on my nerves.

No. I had simply wished to see if you if you were worth the time.

You're not.

Merely another another coward, incompetent and incapable, who deserves this Tower.

[Snort.]

I don't think that's for you to judge.

It isn't a hard a hard judgment to come to.

Do you believe there is much to gain in denying others simple simple information?

[Reno stood up, placing his hands on either side of the now forgotten tray and leaned forward.]

I've told ya several times now to leave me alone. All you do is ask me questions.

Do you believe in the term "none of your business?"

No. The people here are my business.

[At least it's a straight forward answer.]

Why?

[Reno's eyes narrow a little bit, staring right at the strange chaotic human thing.]

You asked me that question. Why?

And why WHY should I answer you when you did-did not answer me?

I did answer a couple of your questions. Fair's fair now, right?

Fair? FAIR?! You gave you gave you gave a non-non answer! Why should I I I-

[And Louisa again. This time with one hand over her face and a fist on the table. It's clear she had meant to slam the fist down on it, but it never resounded; rather, it just lay there when that form took over.

She runs her hand over her face before speaking.]

One answer for one answer, then.

It is my business because this place bothers me. What this place does to people, what it teaches them. Is wrong. People should be allowed to be free, no matter who they are, and to express their freedom as they will, only paying the price should someone they offend decide a price must be paid.

If we cannot go home, let us find what lies beyond the doors of this Tower. If nothing lies beyond the doors of this Tower, then let us make it our own. If they can, people must learn to adapt to this place. To make a home of it. To not quit living and just give in to the designs of the beings of Law who run this dungeon.

But they've reduced life here to but a few minor aspects. And that death has no meaning here can force it so that life has no meaning here.

It is a putrid place, and living creatures deserve better. Deserve to live. Not be brought into a design that He has commanded, in his cruelty and his madness.

He, huh? I don't know this he you're talking about, unless you mean Jason or Ruana.

[Confused Reno is confused, but he's at least sitting back down and listening.]

You're not the only one this place bothers, but nobody else takes up an interest in what other people think.

I think you're a bit late on the making it a home, y'see, I'm getting married in a few weeks.

And it's better you don't. He has no relevancy, despite His attempts to force such through His cruelty. To eventually follow them with His demands of praise, His empty promises of relief from the torment He has caused.

[Louisa shrugs.]

It's my nature. And mankind, and mortals, are important in the end. More so than those who would wish for immortality, or gods.

Congratulations. If but more of the people here might attempt to adjust as you do, I'd have more hope for them.

Ya seem like you don't think much of this "He" guy.

[Sure, if you think slowly mentally breaking down can be called "adjustment"...]

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