Owner	Pose
Lucifer	Lucifer has no idea what he's doing. Nor what time it is. He's simply basking on the floofy, comfy couch with a fire roaring in the fireplace. Only the fire burns a bit more red than orange. Likely because it's got something special to it. Perhaps a Hellish quality even. One arm is draped over his eyes but that's only because he cannot be bothered to turn off the main lights in the living room so he's shielding his eyes from them. There's a whiskey floating next to him as well, just in case he wants to indulge. Otherwise. The Devil is currently at peace. Mostly.
Sinister	There is at this juncture, a gentle knock-knock-knock. Precise and rhythmical -- it comes from the glass of the balcony. Stood outside, is the plump, brown haired, brown gown'd brown-winged Angel of Death in her cowl. Azrael gives a little fingerwiggle through the glass, then lifts up the BYOB she brought and the chinese take-away from just off Time square. On her shoulder, a crow perches, as sometimes happens.
Lucifer	The knocking surprises Lucifer a bit, but as he sits up and looks to where the knocking came from - he gives a smile at the sight. Shifting to stand, he walks over to the balcony door and opens it wide. "Azrael, sister dearest, what a wonderful surprise. How are you?" Asking this as he shifts to let her pass him so she can enter the Penthouse. The door will be closed behind her, and then he'll turn to look her over once more. "Are those peace offerings I spy?"
Sinister	"I have a bit of time on my hands, which is a rarity, so I thought..." -- and because this is Azrael and not Lucifer, the wine is a reasonably priced liebfraumilch and the chinese is kung-pow chicken and bang-bang shrimp. At least by the smell; cheap and cheerful chinese and wine. "And brownies..." from the inside of her cloak, the bag of two-bites is produced. "In no way is this me coming bearing gifts. Although that's kind of a coincidence now that I think about it. Oh, well..." she shrugs and smiles her warm smile. "Big brother, it's good to see you all a'glow. How've you been? How's the distant cousin of ours? What's been happening?"
Lucifer	"Coincidence indeed..." Lucifer says this, but his voice is jesterly at best while he closes the distance between him and her to offer her an embrace. "I have missed you so..." He offers gently. Then, there's chinese food, wine, and brownies. And whiskey. Plus, Lucifer doing story time. Does the player need to spell out everything again? Hopefully not. Whatever the players know, Azrael now knows by way of Lucifer telling her what all has been going on in recent times. "Which brings us to present day. It may seem like a lot, but this has been some of our less crazy times. Just also never seems to be a dull moment around here." He pauses. Sips wine. "What about up top? Hmm? Did Father ever find out about the dozen or so who invaded Hell? How are our other siblings doing?"
Sinister	Azrael glances up at the ceiling, but she's not really looking at that, but beyond to the firmament. "Father's been quiet. He's been... all wrapped up in his own council, the only one we ever hear from is..." she refuses the title, the moniker that he's assumed along with the mantle "...Enoch." There's a little nose-wrinkle, which is as much of a miffed Az as is ever the case, usually. She doesn't really do angry, never has, usually because of being incredibly busy and by dint of who she is, sidelined from the usual turmoil of sibling rivalries and power grabs. "Let the kid know it's nice to have an ending that's useful, would you? I can feel it when he calls my name, we all can." There is though, a shrug. "A lot of us aren't talking to Uriel much, but..." shrugging lightly, she smiles with her eyes alone. "We're concerned about the hellstrike. More though... the prey has been flushed and has gone to ground. Luci, I have to..." she bites her lip here, letting it play through her teeth on one side "...warn you? I suppose warning is the right word? I think you need to check Azazel's bonds. Are we liable to be Heard here?" Heard. With a capital H. How good ARE the wards that are sporadically reinforced in Lux?
Lucifer	Lucifer even gives a little shiver of disgust that's written on his face when his sister utters the name. Though it makes sense. It also makes sense that Father would likely not give two shits - let alone Enoch even bothering to check on things. So he rolls his eyes and waves a hand. "Well. As long as it didn't cause a stink much less anything else. If they're too busy to care or bother, that's fine by me.." It's the warning that then throws Lucifer off. "That's a good question. Hmm..." He looks around for a moment. Knowing that there are so few places they could go before he has a chance to check on all the wards. "We might be while here... and I don't readily know where all the wards are. There's Azazel's and Nathaniel has placed a few..." So, he holds a hand out to his sister and lets his wings flare. "If you trust me. Take my hand. I promise that Hell is not anywhere I would ever take you. But I know another place..."
Sinister	"Brother dear, I have been to hell once or twice. Sometimes people.... are unfortunately foolish." And usually they're only there for an instant before they meet her. And then end up there again, often enough. It's a sad fact of demonologists over the ages. But there's no hesitation in taking his hand. Her own wings flash briefly and the cloak she wears shrouds her in black and obfuscation. When that happens, her blade has a tendancy to look rather more menacing than it usually does: letter opener on most days, looming scythe of shadow right now.
Lucifer	Mental note. Check the bonds of Azazel sometime in the near future. For the moment though, since Azrael has a fear of being Heard - which can happen if things are not strong enough - and so Lucifer is planning on taking Azrael somewhere different. Just not Hell. He finds her hand in his, her wings spread and her Cloak of Darkness enshrouding her. He smiles and then flutters his wings so that the world around them spins out of sight and soon they are within a space of plains. Grass all around as far as one can see, but the sounds of a waterfall nearby and the running of a river. "No one should be able to Hear us here, much less hear us..." Capital H. Lowercase h. Safety... because this is what Lucifer will always intend while here.
Sinister	The Angel of Death looks slowly around the beatific scenery with her face obscured by the mystical shroud of her duty. Placing a hand on the hilt of her little belt knife, the scythe of shadow twists when she hooks her thumb in her belt. Birds cheep, insects buzz, the wind stirs the blades, the water chatters softly. There's a sigh that seems to echo over the landscape and she turns to look at him, little but the bottom of her jaw visible. She places a finger to the lips partially hidden and everything becomes quieter still. Her gift, that moment prolongued; the last kindness embodied. IN that silence, she speaks. "Not all of the Fallen twenty three are accounted for. You know that the watchers were tasked with watching -them- as well as their progeny. Enoch," that is the metatron "...doesn't want to acknowledge it. Uriel in his -infinite- wisdom made us swear not to say what was going on. For that I am sorry, I don't like to be caught up in the politics..." she doesn't lower her hood though, keeping the Last Kindness from ending. "Gabriel has been listening, but they are not communicating where he can hear."
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks as he listens to what Azrael says, and then again when she concludes. There's a swear that's spoken under his breath and he shakes his head. "So I need to check Azazel's wards. And I need to find out which of the twenty-three are missing? How in the world are they missing. They fell -with- me. They should still be in Hell...I was the only one who was supposed to be able to traverse between there and Earth." It wasn't a jealousy thing either. Those were terms he thought were set once he fell. Because Earth also needed someone to push and pull where temptation waned and waxed. "Uriel can shove it. After all the shit he's put me and my husband through. I could try and help Gabriel. Perhaps try and put ears where they may be communicating..." Then he pauses and looks around the garden before back to his sister. "I wonder if that's part of how a team of angels were able to make their way into Hell recently. That could have been done with a Fallen's assistance..." Oh now the wheels are turning in his brain. "And Father being quiet isn't quite...news...I suppose... but with Enoch being all zip lipped.. that doesn't make me feel any better." A grimace finds his face and then he sighs out audibly. "I guess there never really IS a dull moment for us. Is there?"
Sinister	"There is no stasis, only the waxing and waning of all things," Azrael speaks softly as ever she does. There is a reach of a hand though, seeming transluscent at the moment because of that hood, to touch the devil's elbow. "But brother mine... you are not the only one clever and cunning." Here, there is a sigh and finally, she looks properly around herself in this slice of garden, hidden away from all things. "You are such a sentimentalist, Samael. Nobody would ever think it of you, by that which was written, would they?"
Lucifer	Lucifer says, "Well I ought to be. No one else does clever and cunning quite like I do..." Lucifer speaks, his pride showing in that moment, even if he's grinning like a mad thing after. "I can check wards. I will check them. Strengthen them too...cause Azazel cannot escape. Bad enough there's a mutant named after him..." This much said before he feels that touch to his elbow, his features softening. "Hey. Don't let that spread around... but yes... Nathaniel says the same thing quite often. How no one would truly think of the ways I really am because of how I was written..." He smiles then. "So, why did you let yourself get pulled into the politics? Was it only to ensure I could be warned and make sure things are in place since no one else seemed to think to include me?""
Sinister	Azrael gives a soft, gentle chuckle at the rise and fall of the pride. Cheek and sass being what it is, arrogance once ruled the devil, these days, one might thing it to be a little more self-effacing as it is -meant- to be. The blade she carries is rested against one shoulder, the shadow of it hooking over her back as she considers her reply. "I cannot be swayed or moved, I suppose." She replies, after a while. "But I do have a fondness--" she nudges a foot forward, bonking the tip of one slipper against Lucifer's own. "--You don't get away with being who you were for the longest time. I remember all of it, Samael. I was the only one that visited you..." because Death /could/. And had responsibilities that none of the rest of the choir had and /that/ ever over-rules any tug of war that the Host plays out. "You had to have one of us. That's why I poked when I had to and undid what was done."
Lucifer	Lucifer's eyes shut a moment as Azrael speaks. Of the times when she visited. Of the deed she had done. Only then does he give a nod. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky that of all the Choir, you chose me to be fond of." His eyes open and he looks upon her with a softness in his gaze that is only afforded to one other person in his life. "This will get fixed. Whether the others see it as a miracle or a ploy is for them to determine... and I don't care. Safe guards are needed for reasons even they cannot seem to comprehend." He offers this and then opens his arms to her. "A hug. And then things will be checked and fixed... and I will try to find the one that seems missing..." Offering those words again, only this time with a bit more conviction. "Is there anything else, sister dearest?"
Sinister	In its own way, this is an odd sight to see -- death giving a hug to the devil. The Tarot embodied! "Be careful, Samael. You are... free. Free to do as you choose and as you please. You sometimes forget how rare that is," Azrael grins a little "...even if you like to argue that you're not." Again, his toe is nudged by her own, this time a little playfully. "One of us has to remain free."
Lucifer	"I do forget, you are right. I will try not to take it forgranted either..." Lucifer says back and chuckles as his toe is nudged again. There is love there, but it is their sibling bond strong between them. Because of all, Azrael has always taken time to KNOW her fallen brother. Perhaps it helps that she is the bridge but it doesn't mean Lucifer appreciates her any less. "One of us shall..." He would say more, but there would be so much in those unspoken words that would shatter everything. Potentially. Words have meaning after all. "Suppose I should take you back. Otherwise your absence might be noticed...but it was wonderful to talk to you, even if most of the news was dire..."
Sinister	"Not so dire. Don't they say, that it is always darkest... just before the dawn?" Asrael smiles, reaching up a finger to boop the end of the devil's nose. Her wings, brown and warm looking, unfurl. "I can return, with none any wiser that I left." Because they do share that empowerment. "I am going to tend to the Megiddo flame. If you need to reach me in the coming days, reach me there." And then, with a flurry of feathers and the shadow of her scythe and cloak darkening the echo of Eden, she is gone.