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

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

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.

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"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.

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.

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.

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...?"

"I'm sorry," Enoch gasped as he caught his breath, glancing up at Lucifel. In the dark room, it was hard to see that his face was pale.

"Why are you sick?" No, he wouldn't leave it be with the other saying he is sorry. God had blessed him. He wasn't supposed to get sick, not at the point he was from.

"Weaker..." He slumped over Lucifel again, too tired to hold himself up on his knees like that without leaning on him. "Jason, he was the one. He attacked the core. We gave our energy to give us time...but our abilities..."

"I got that much..." Weakening his soul sounded like a reasonable cause for Enoch's current state. And as for Jason... he had guessed to from the start. And Lucifel bet that he was the one trying to cause an uproar right after.

"That... that's why you..."

"Why I...?"

Enoch didn't lift his head to ask for him to finish, too worn out. He's trying not to fall asleep again right there.

In all honesty, Lucifel was torn between yelling at him or to break out into tears again. A mix of both seemed to be the best choice at that moment.

"Why do you never think about the consequences?"

Lucifel, yelling at him tearfully. It was so different from what he was used to that it drew his attention out of his exhausted haze. Sluggishly, he drew back just enough to try to wipe Lucifel's tears away.

"I did...if I didn't...if we hadn't...wouldn't have been a tower for you to come back to..."

"And what if something would have went wrong?! Then you'd be gone!" And there was no telling in this Tower. They had been lied to before and there had been no way of knowing if this wasn't a trick. And something told him that a certain group did just jump into things.

If something had went wrong... he didn't want to imagine.

"Then should I have never...done anything? What if your powers failed you? I'd be gone then, too...and what about those forays into The Darkness for Ishtar's remains?"

He returns to giving Lucifel as tight a hug as he can manage. "I would have been gone if we'd let the tower die then too, you know. I'd rather take the chance, Lucifel...I'm sorry."

"Don't start telling me it would have been okay if you were gone!" Because he wouldn't have accepted it just like that, had it happened.

"I'm not!" He'd intended to raise his voice, but it came out a croak instead. "'m not...but this had to be done..."

Unable to hold himself up anymore, he sank down, only keeping himself up with his arms around his shoulders. "I wouldn't...go and leave you intentionally..."

But those futures, those three glimpses of one of them in pain and conflict and...

Without thinking of it, Enoch leaned forward to rest his forehead against Lucifel's chest, feeling his heartbeat. That awful feeling of the Veil's impact and something giving way beneath it...now that they've both promised, who had broken his, in that future?

There wasn't much the archangel could say or do at this moment. It was mostly because he didn't know what he could do. But slowly he understood why that action of the scribe upset him so much.

He had become afraid of loss.

When the blond leaned his forehead on his chest Lucifel looked down, confused. "... Enoch?"

Enoch was just so tired. He couldn't raise himself up and couldn't do much more than lean forward. And yet...it had been what part of him felt like doing.

"...We slept, and woke in a void. There was a mirror. We passed through it. It showed us our futures..."

"... It did what?" Their futures? Now he couldn't help but be curious about what Enoch had seen, hoping that it showed them out of the Tower and with their worlds restored.

At the same time... he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. What if their efforts had been for nothing?

"Showed our futures. All of them...I couldn't remember them all. But there are worlds...there are many futures where we do not fail. I remember that."

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"... That's an encouragement at least..." Merely seeing the future wouldn't lead it to be that way though, Lucifel out of all beings knew that best.

Enoch made a soft, affirmative noise, and nodded lightly against Lucifel's chest. He was starting to nod off right there...

"You... don't remember any details, do you?" He knew he should probably let him sleep if it was hard for him to say awake. Even if what Enoch saw proved to be of no use, the archangel didn't want his mind to wander back.

He was definitely fading, fast. Still, he tried to reveal as much as he could dredge up. "...Fights...some...happiness...failures...we were together a lot."

"Well... looks like we keep our promises at least." In most cases. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear about the ones where they weren't together.

There's another small noise of agreement, soft and barely there. It's all Lucifel is getting, because at this point, Enoch's lost the battle with his fatigue. The scribe is asleep where he sits, awkward position or not.

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