1st Call

[brbtalkingtogod]

Characters: Lucifel & Open for all
Setting: Room 01-12, then changing locations
Format: Action for now, otherwise I can adapt to prose as well
Summary: Lucifel's first day in the tower, he awakens to find out that there is something not quite right with him...
Warnings: None at the moment.

[Sleeping was something Lucifel has never done before in his life since he was created by God. So it's a great surprise for him to find himself lying in a bed and especially being somewhere that is neither Heaven nor Earth. Well, as surprised as he could be.

When he was finally able to move he feels the collar around his neck, trying with all his strength to get it off but fails. Not even a second later his eyes are staring at himself. Heaven, whoever made him wear this suit has not even the slightest sense for fashion... where are his clothes anyways? His cellphone seems to be gone as well.

The archangel then notices two letters, both were directed at him. The one that said that his home world got destroyed just got a look of disbelief from him. Sure, whatever makes the one who sent this happy. The other he found just as hard to believe. Then again, who would make such a joke?

At least one thing was true. The trunk had all of his belongings inside, his clothes, which he quickly changed back into, and even his cellphone. Said phone is shut off for a reason unknown to him and he couldn't make it work either. He would figure something out later and slides his phone into the right back-pocket of his jeans.

Lucifel lifts his left hand, he wouldn't stay here longer than necessary, then flicks his fingers to get himself home.

Nothing happens.]

You must be kidding me...

[He gives it one, two, three more tries and he is still here. Alright. Looks like he is forced to take a look around.

Honestly, he is not amused.]

Comments

[brbtalkingtogod]

So you are trying to tell me that there are actually people who can take the powers of others?

[The only one who would be able to do this to the archangel would be Him. But sadly he can't tell if he could call him here... wherever here actually is.]

Summon?

[alephbet]

The administrators are extremely powerful. As well as altering the structure of the tower itself, they have a great deal of control over us and what we can do.

[Sigh.]

I summon demons.

[brbtalkingtogod]

You don't happen to know what they are?

[The word demon doesn't leave a good impression on him. None at all.]

And what makes you do so?

[alephbet]

No. They look human enough, but their powers clearly aren't.

It's common in my world. Demon summoners forge contracts with their demons in order to protect themselves and protect others. Demons make agreements with summoners in order to be able to fight more battles. It's a win-win situation. I've just had to have a lot of battles.

[brbtalkingtogod]

So they could be anything. [Great.]

Why join forces with demons? Has humanity succumbed so easily in your world?

[alephbet]

It's a lot better than angels.

[brbtalkingtogod]

What's so bad about angels?

1/2 hope the threadjack is okay with everyone!

[warriorscribe]

*The first thing that Enoch hears is Lucifel's voice, as he's climbing the stairs to reach the top. And for a moment, nothing else registers. He hasn't seen Lucifel in nearly a year, aside from his own dreams and hallucinations. He knows phantoms don't make noise during the day, so this must be the real thing.*

Lucifel!

*There is now an armored scribe running towards the two of you, and if allowed to both hands will be grasping the dark-clothed angel's shoulder.*

2/2

[warriorscribe]

*The only thing that stops it from turning into a hug, and that keeps Enoch from spilling everything that had happened excitedly, is that the situation: what Lucifel had said, and who he was talking to, finally registers.*

Ah...

*He glances from one man to the other, worriedly.*

[alephbet]

[He almost backs off when he sees Enoch start to run, before he says the name. Enoch is happy, has reunited with a friend, he's happy for him, right?

Lucifel.

Any other angel would have been fine. But that name hits Aleph worse than any blow, and he grits his teeth.]

You're joking. Enoch, that isn't funny. -Tell me you're joking...

[He has no idea what he'll do if you aren't.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

[The first thing that surprises him is that Enoch is here as well. The next thing, which comes even close to shocking him, is that Enoch is touching his shoulder.

He was made tangible. Whoever these... being were they had more control over them than he had believed in the beginning.

Lucifel blinks a few times as he looks at the scribe before he turns at the other man again.]

What? Since when are names supposed to be funny?

[warriorscribe]

I...

*He knows something in that must have-...oh right. What Zett said...*

...you worked closely with a certain king of demons, didn't you?

*Oh, Aleph. He's so sorry. Not as sorry as he could be considering he didn't even know Lucifer was...well, Lucifer.*

[alephbet]

[He doesn't know how to answer that, so he has to swallow the lump in his throat.] Lucifer- He's gone now. It doesn't matter here about angels and demons and God, not so much, I just-

[And then, sounding a bit more like the child that Aleph truly is:] I just want my best friend back.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Lucifer...?

[Okay, does he want to know more about Aleph missing a friend? Not really, no.

But his name fell in a slightly altered form and something about a king of demons as well.

Lucifel clears his throat and looks at them with an raised eyebrow.]

[warriorscribe]

*Instinctively gesturing before he speaks, Enoch lightly squeezes Lucifel's shoulder...before it seems to dawn on him that he's been touching him this whole time. He hasn't been tangible in three hundred years. His hands freeze...then relax, and he steps forward a bit to put one of them on Aleph's arm before he explains to Lucifel.*

...Ah...Aleph here is from a world very different from ours. The God in that world is...

*It's even harder to relate it to Lucifel than it is to think of it...* ...He was a tyrant, who wished to abolish human free will. It's why the version of you in that world...

[alephbet]

Rebelled.

[Aleph has about as much difficulty relating to an angel version of Lucifer as Enoch has relating to a demon one.] Lucifer, in my world, has been fighting against God ever since, and is the king of all demons.

[This much is natural to talk about. He feels all right when it doesn't come to mentioning their connection.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

...

[It sounds a bit unbelievable to him, although not as unbelievable than their worlds having been destroyed. It's hard for him to imagine himself as the king of demons and God as a tyrant who wants to stripe away the free will of humans.]

Can you see me rebelling against him? Besides, that God of his must have been an impostor.

[Sorry, but he has a hard time believing anything right now.]

[warriorscribe]

No, not you. And I can't imagine God as a tyrant, either. But for a few people here...it is their reality.

*As far as universes go...they were lucky, Enoch thinks.*

[alephbet]

I should go.

[He's calmer than he was earlier, and he shrugs away from Enoch's hand.]

You have a friend to reunite with, and I have one to mourn. Besides, I have a feeling I won't be welcome much longer.

[brbtalkingtogod]

[Aleph not being welcome isn't really an issue right now, it's more the load of information he gets, as well as this whole "there is a place where god is a tyrant" business that's getting too much.

But if Aleph wishes to leave, Lucifel won't stop him.]

[warriorscribe]

Aleph...

*He never even knew he was here...maybe that's for the best, all things considered.

When Aleph shrugs off his hand, the other slides off of Lucifel's shoulder to rest at his side.*

...I'm sorry.

[alephbet]

It's all right. I really hope things go well for you two, Enoch.

[He looks like he has something else to say for a moment, before shaking his head and walking off without anything further.]

[brbtalkingtogod]

[He already started to wonder if that hand would ever leave his shoulder. Lucifel says nothing and only crosses his arms as he watches aleph leave.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch recognizes Aleph is the kind to mourn alone. So he watches him leave too, his head down.

For a moment, he doesn't move, until he turns his head a little to look at Lucifel, still silent.*

[brbtalkingtogod]

What's with that face Enoch? It's not like you could do something.

[He just shrugs.]