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towerofanimus2013-01-12 11:48 pm
firstofthefallen) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-12 11:48 pm
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.]
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
Anywhere
[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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Is sight alone the truly most trustworthy sense?
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Maybe it's not. But if you're just here to ask silly questions, then I guess it doesn't matter, does it?
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[And there's a blonde haired man laying with his back on the ceiling. He rolls his head towards Shion, smiling from his "perch".]
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[She noticed him there, and took a step backward. When she spoke again, she tried sounding forceful.]
Really, who are you? What are you doing here?
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Who am IIIIIIIII?
[The static quality of his voice screeches, and breaks, as he repeats Shion's question. From the half formed laughter, he seems to be doing it to mock in one part. And yet he seems to be pondering it as well.
As if he's forgotten himself, and trying to remember.]
Who do you say I am?
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What is yours?
[And now the man is a little boy.]
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Shion. My name is Shion.
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And what do you what do you want Shion? Of life.
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[Despite not thinking too straight thanks to being kind of disturbed by the man-turned-child on the ceiling, she was actually telling the truth. Did she want her old life back? Did she want to be selfish and have a life where she and Allen could live forever with all of her formerly departed friends? She wasn't sure, and she didn't want to make the choice either.]
What do you want?
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I wanted that too, but... I'm not sure if it helped or hurt everyone.
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But not all things know that an end is imminent.
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[Y'know, aside from being a probably magical being that hangs out on ceilings.]