6th Call - Hey, you prayed too, right?

[brbtalkingtogod]

Characters: Lucifel and you!
Setting: 5th February; Room 3-18, Graveyard, Libraries, Infirmary and Cafeteria
Format: Starting with prose, then going with the flow.
Summary: Lucifel returns to the Tower after having been in his dead home world for some time and learns about the latest events.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of dead home world bodies and this month's menu (aka gore)

A

It was the same everywhere. Heaven, Earth, even different centuries, no matter where Lucifel went, the scenery was the same. The world he used to know as a bright, colorful place had turned into a dark realm covered in destruction and death. Wherever he looked, there were bodies over bodies, all of them in a condition that would be burned in his mind.

It couldn't be true. The archangel refused to accept this to be reality. So he went to search for those he knew. They couldn't all be dead. There had to be survivors.

But his wishful thinking was to be shattered. All those important to him, Enoch, his brother Michael, his dear and precious twin, not one trace not life was left in either of them and he was aghast at the sight.

Perhaps... perhaps it was all just a very, very disturbing prank of His. With a flick of his fingers he brought both bodies together and reached for his cellphone. And there came no answer.

Lucifel fell on his knees, desperately clinging onto his phone with both hands. "Answer... answer me! Answer me and tell me it's one of your dumb pranks! You, the Almighty, Creator of Everything can't actually have wanted this! You can't... You CAN'T BE DEAD!" He curled up into a ball, loud sobs escaping him.

"You said we couldn't 'feel'... so why... why am I this way right now?!"

And he woke up in his bed, screaming in terror and tears running down his face.

B

Lucifel stared in shock at the spot the scribe had been just a moment ago. Enoch... he had been there, just a moment ago. The archangel started to panic when he couldn't feel his soul around. No. He couldn't be gone. Not him, not Enoch.

He didn't think much when he snapped his fingers in order to get to the Graveyard. With quick steps he passed each and every stone, looking for evidence that he wasn't gone. As long as Enoch's name wasn't on one of the stones... as long as it was that way he was still here. He wouldn't be alone.

C (You can choose to meet him at either of the libraries OR the infirmary)

After the shock had subsided somewhat Lucifel would be traveling between the libraries and infirmary. The archangel tried to calm down and distract himself by doing a bit of research. About sickness, especially colds and what to do against them.

At the libraries he would be looking around, searching for books that explained what to do when one was sick.

While he was at the infirmary he would occasionally approach other people. "Hey, mind telling me what humans usually do when they have a cold?"

D

Once the day was about over he finally noticed that he had been hungry the entire time. In all honesty, food had been the last thing on his mind, but he didn't want to faint from not having eaten anything either.

His appetite quickly vanished when he saw what was served for dinner. Hearts. Human hearts. If it hadn't been for his stomach being empty, then Lucifel would have vomited. Everything looked like it was in the shape of a heart or related to hearts in someway, like when he...

Realization hit him a moment after.

He had been in the Tower for a year now.

Comments

C, floor 3

[scentofmakai]

Zett often came to the library, usually the more general use one on the third floor. Reading was a taste you really had to acquire if you were going to spend a long time in the tower: so many other hobbies became stale, but you could practically never run out of books.

Zett hadn't had anything in particular in mind to look for when he entered the library, but when he saw Lucifel standing there, books became even less on his mind.

"Uncle Lucifel!"

That was all the warning that Lucifel would get before Zett tried to tackle-hug him.

[brbtalkingtogod]

In his current state he wasn't prepared for tackle-hugs at all. So when Zett did Lucifel would lose his balance and try not to fall, stumbling a little... but ended up falling anyways. At least he only fell on the ground and didn't crash into something with Zett. Or worse, accidentally break his neck.

And his pride... well, it couldn't get damaged more than it already was on this day.

"Ow... well, didn't think I'd be welcomed back like this anytime soon..."

[scentofmakai]

"Sorry," said Zett, not even remotely sorry as he continued to cling to Lucifel. "I missed you."

As evidenced by the welcome back.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"I think you just showed me as much..." No, that demon didn't sound sorry at all, he had noticed as much. But for today only he wouldn't say anything about that.

"Care to tell me what you've been up to?"

[scentofmakai]

"Romeo and I have been working on a book of heroes," Zett explains with a grin. "Romeo had people tell him who they thought were heroes, and I've been drawing the pictures of them so that we can record them. For posterity, and everything. It's really his project, not mine, but I've been helping.

"I also have two new roommates," he adds as an afterthought. "I haven't talked to them much yet."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"I heard about that... how far are you with that?" That Zett helped with the project was new to him. But well, at least it gave him something to do.

"Is that so?"

[scentofmakai]

"I've got drawings of most of the mentioned people in the tower. I spent a long time following people around to get them, it was hard work."

And also technically stalking.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Ah... Observing them, I see?" The word stressed being 'observing' here. He could almost guess what Zett had been doing to draw people.

"Don't get into trouble, will you?"

[scentofmakai]

"Me, get into trouble?" Zett asked with a grin on his face. "How often does that happen?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Yeah. I just thought I'd say it." It was true, unlike others he knew - like a certain scribe - Zett rarely got into trouble.

[scentofmakai]

Zett probably shouldn't mention what Enoch had gotten up to lately... That sounded like a bad idea. Or that Zett had threatened to kill someone and had every intention still of carrying it out.

"Thanks for looking out for me, uncle."

[brbtalkingtogod]

It wasn't necessary, he already found out what Enoch had gotten himself into. And if it hadn't been for the other honorary uncle having a cold - which wasn't making any sense to him, since Enoch wasn't supposed to get sick ever again - then by everything holy to him, he would have given him a piece of his mind for acting without using the brain he had been given.

Zett would have his reasons to voice death threats. He'd only like to know why.

"Don't mention it." For once he didn't say that it was because it would upset others.

[scentofmakai]

Zett nodded and leaned into Lucifel's shirt, the part that was actually shirt. "I love you," he mumbled, just at audible level.

It didn't count as embarrassing if the other person couldn't hear you properly.

A

[warriorscribe]

A scream pulled him groggily out of his fitful sleep, a cough marking his wakefulness. In his current state, he didn't recognize the voice, but he did hear the direction it came from, whose bed that was.

"Lucifel?" he murmured, with another cough, this one more obviously congested. He reached out into the darkness his eyes hadn't adjusted to.

For Lucifel, it would certainly be something, to sense the state of his soul: almost completely drained of its energy.

[brbtalkingtogod]

He had jerked up just a moment after, taking deep, yet rapid breaths. Once he was being spoken to and by who he was spoken to he registered that he was back at the Tower. Enoch was here.

"... Enoch...?" How strange he almost didn't notice the scribe was there hadn't he spoken to him-!

He had barely sensed Enoch. He had barely sensed his soul being there.

Lucifel quickly hopped over the motorcycle in their room, standing at the side of the scribe's bed. "What happened?!"

[warriorscribe]

The question didn't seem to register; Enoch's hand found Lucifel's arm, and he used it to pull himself up and drape himself over him in a very tired hug.

"You're back...you're back..."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... Don't think I'll let you off the hook so easily." With that said- and thus making clear that he would get back at the question soon - he returned the hug, tightly holding the other.

[warriorscribe]

Despite his own state, Enoch was out to comfort him, rubbing his back and, other than the occasional cough and the fact that he was breathing through his mouth, remaining quiet. He even managed to keep his relieved tears quiet as they slipped from his eyes, and onto the shoulder of Lucifel's shirt.

[brbtalkingtogod]

More than everything he was relieved to see Enoch. The memory of the one left in his world was still vivid and he was unable not to think of it. In the end it was him who gave in and sobbed, although he didn't know if it was because he was relieved to see Enoch or because he was crying for those dead in his world.

"I... I..."

[warriorscribe]

When Lucifel began to cry, Enoch held him tighter, unconsciously crying a little harder, himself. He knew how it felt. But he hadn't had anyone to comfort him the moment he'd returned. So he'd give Lucifel this. He wouldn't leave him to manage this alone, even if his body begged him to go back to sleep.

"I'm here...I'm here, Lucifel."

[brbtalkingtogod]

He would have never thought that he would wish for contact until he had been sent back. Having been sent back was probably one of the worst experiences he had made since he came here. They had to stop this madness.

"Michael and He... and you... you too were..."

[warriorscribe]

"I know. I know."

Even though Enoch held on with all his strength, it was a frail-seeming pressure for how little energy he had and how he shook. He continued to rub the angel's back, trying to reassure him, to be there where none had been there for him. To be there when Lucifel had come back from having no one.

[brbtalkingtogod]

Lucifel had thought that he had cried himself dry in his world, but apparently that wasn't the case. So for the moment he would continue crying and tell Enoch between sobs bits about what he had seen. However, he didn't tell him about the dead bodies.

[warriorscribe]

Every place in every moment in time. Heaven and Earth. Gone. Desolate. Even before the destruction, somehow. Enoch couldn't do anything but be there for him. Hold on and give him a shoulder to cry on.

And then what had been confined to the occasional quiet cough turned into a full fit of coughing into Lucifel's shoulder, as he gripped the back of his shirt to stay upright.

[brbtalkingtogod]

It didn't make any sense to him. How could every place and every point in time be this way? How, how could even He...

The archangel's thoughts came to a stop when Enoch suddenly started to cough. Slightly pulling away from the scribe he turned his head to look at him in shock. "... Enoch...?"