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Entry tags:
😾Dream Recording😾
Sender: Satan
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Discusses the birth of Satan.
Despite being regarded as the most beloved Angel in all the Celestial Realm, Lucifer's sour face doesn't seem to fit with such a title. Bubbling below the surface is a quiet rage that's just barely contained. He'd come to this room for some quiet, hoping to hide within its plain white walls, a room devoid of any any furniture.
Just for a moment. He needs just a moment to bury the anger deep down inside himself.
He doesn't get the moment.
The door opens and an angel steps into the room. The mask they are wearing might be comical, but Lucifer pays it no mind. There is a sense of disconnection, as though Lucifer feels nothing but neutral toward the angel. With a small, sharp inhale, Lucifer puts on a radiant smile.
And so begins the endless parade of angels who come to him to complain.
Mammon isn't doing his job very well. Leviathan hasn't left his room in days. Asmodeus went to another party in the human world. Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all made a trip to the human world again.
The smile never leaves his face as he takes each complaint with all the grace in the world. He'll deal with it. He'll work with Mammon. He'll find a way to get Leviathan to leave his room. He'll lecture Asmodeus on the improperness of attending parties in the human world and, for good measure, he may as well loop the triplets into the lecture as well; better they hear it from him than from Michael.
His expression is positively serene, but with each complaint the anger boils even hotter inside him.
It's stifling, says the voice in his head, and Lucifer agrees. While he understands the concern Michael and his Father have, are he and his siblings not perfectly created as well? Thinking about it makes him even angrier, but the perfectly calm smile never leaves his face.
The words It's stifling paint themselves onto the brilliantly white walls, staining them, but the endless stream of angels who come to launch various complaints at him don't seem to acknowledge the words, just as Lucifer doesn't acknowledge their smiling masks.
Who are they to complain? Have they taken the time to speak with my brothers? With my sister? I was the one who recommended Mammon for the job. Of course he is capable of doing it. Leviathan would leave his room if he weren't so petrified of being thought of as useless. Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all have a perfectly healthy interest in the human world. Why is it my responsibility to correct their behavior? Are we not perfect beings?
The words write themselves on the wall in a bizarre handwriting that is equal parts elegant and messy the moment Lucifer thinks them.
The scene melts away in a flurry of white feathers. It's either another room or the walls are clean again, but Lucifer is no less angry, and the walls don't remain clean for long.
"I hate this," says Lucifer. Behind him, Satan writes on the wall, I hate this. His form isn't quite corporeal, but just like before, he's able to mark the walls in red.
"How dare he do this. How dare he threaten..."
Satan writes the words on the wall just as before. And, when Lucifer stops, Satan keeps going.
Lilith is my sister. She's our sister. We all love her. All of us. We are perfect beings. What she did was an act of love, not an act of rebellion. He hasn't seen true rebellion. I won't let him damn her to oblivion. I won't let him. I won't let him. I won't let him.
When Satan turns to face Lucifer, his expression is a mirror image of the wrath Lucifer is just barely able to contain.
When the scene melts away a second time, it is in a flurry of black feathers instead. Even though Lucifer had torn his six white wings off, four of them regrew, this time in black. As the scene comes into focus, Lucifer is Falling headfirst, plummeting downward. The rage he feels is absolutely unbearable, so much so that his body is no longer able a suitable host for it. Finally, Lucifer's anger is able to manifest physically, and the form it takes is Satan himself. The two of them Fall together, and for a brief moment, neither of them feel the unending torrent of rage. For a moment, they feel nothing but overwhelming sadness, because in the end, they knew it was all for nothing. They knew that in the end, Lilith would die.
They hit the ground of the Devildom hard, together, and it's so painful that Satan had quite preferred being an intangible consciousness inside of Lucifer in comparison. Despite how hard they hit the ground, they quickly sit up in unison. No longer were they supposedly perfect beings. They were demons, marked by their ram-like horns that mirrored each other. Lucifer kept the angelic form of his wings while Satan instead had a long black tail that remained coiled securely around his leg.
Lucifer takes a moment to fit the black, smiling mask the other angels were wearing on his face while, at the same time while Satan's face remains bare, unmasked and angry. They sit back to back, and Lucifer resolves to protect the rest of his family while Satan cannot even think clearly at all. The only thing he can think about or feel is the thousands of years worth of anger that Lucifer had consistently pushed down again and again until there was no room left.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Discusses the birth of Satan.
Despite being regarded as the most beloved Angel in all the Celestial Realm, Lucifer's sour face doesn't seem to fit with such a title. Bubbling below the surface is a quiet rage that's just barely contained. He'd come to this room for some quiet, hoping to hide within its plain white walls, a room devoid of any any furniture.
Just for a moment. He needs just a moment to bury the anger deep down inside himself.
He doesn't get the moment.
The door opens and an angel steps into the room. The mask they are wearing might be comical, but Lucifer pays it no mind. There is a sense of disconnection, as though Lucifer feels nothing but neutral toward the angel. With a small, sharp inhale, Lucifer puts on a radiant smile.
And so begins the endless parade of angels who come to him to complain.
Mammon isn't doing his job very well. Leviathan hasn't left his room in days. Asmodeus went to another party in the human world. Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all made a trip to the human world again.
The smile never leaves his face as he takes each complaint with all the grace in the world. He'll deal with it. He'll work with Mammon. He'll find a way to get Leviathan to leave his room. He'll lecture Asmodeus on the improperness of attending parties in the human world and, for good measure, he may as well loop the triplets into the lecture as well; better they hear it from him than from Michael.
His expression is positively serene, but with each complaint the anger boils even hotter inside him.
It's stifling, says the voice in his head, and Lucifer agrees. While he understands the concern Michael and his Father have, are he and his siblings not perfectly created as well? Thinking about it makes him even angrier, but the perfectly calm smile never leaves his face.
The words It's stifling paint themselves onto the brilliantly white walls, staining them, but the endless stream of angels who come to launch various complaints at him don't seem to acknowledge the words, just as Lucifer doesn't acknowledge their smiling masks.
Who are they to complain? Have they taken the time to speak with my brothers? With my sister? I was the one who recommended Mammon for the job. Of course he is capable of doing it. Leviathan would leave his room if he weren't so petrified of being thought of as useless. Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor and Lilith all have a perfectly healthy interest in the human world. Why is it my responsibility to correct their behavior? Are we not perfect beings?
The words write themselves on the wall in a bizarre handwriting that is equal parts elegant and messy the moment Lucifer thinks them.
The scene melts away in a flurry of white feathers. It's either another room or the walls are clean again, but Lucifer is no less angry, and the walls don't remain clean for long.
"I hate this," says Lucifer. Behind him, Satan writes on the wall, I hate this. His form isn't quite corporeal, but just like before, he's able to mark the walls in red.
"How dare he do this. How dare he threaten..."
Satan writes the words on the wall just as before. And, when Lucifer stops, Satan keeps going.
Lilith is my sister. She's our sister. We all love her. All of us. We are perfect beings. What she did was an act of love, not an act of rebellion. He hasn't seen true rebellion. I won't let him damn her to oblivion. I won't let him. I won't let him. I won't let him.
When Satan turns to face Lucifer, his expression is a mirror image of the wrath Lucifer is just barely able to contain.
When the scene melts away a second time, it is in a flurry of black feathers instead. Even though Lucifer had torn his six white wings off, four of them regrew, this time in black. As the scene comes into focus, Lucifer is Falling headfirst, plummeting downward. The rage he feels is absolutely unbearable, so much so that his body is no longer able a suitable host for it. Finally, Lucifer's anger is able to manifest physically, and the form it takes is Satan himself. The two of them Fall together, and for a brief moment, neither of them feel the unending torrent of rage. For a moment, they feel nothing but overwhelming sadness, because in the end, they knew it was all for nothing. They knew that in the end, Lilith would die.
They hit the ground of the Devildom hard, together, and it's so painful that Satan had quite preferred being an intangible consciousness inside of Lucifer in comparison. Despite how hard they hit the ground, they quickly sit up in unison. No longer were they supposedly perfect beings. They were demons, marked by their ram-like horns that mirrored each other. Lucifer kept the angelic form of his wings while Satan instead had a long black tail that remained coiled securely around his leg.
Lucifer takes a moment to fit the black, smiling mask the other angels were wearing on his face while, at the same time while Satan's face remains bare, unmasked and angry. They sit back to back, and Lucifer resolves to protect the rest of his family while Satan cannot even think clearly at all. The only thing he can think about or feel is the thousands of years worth of anger that Lucifer had consistently pushed down again and again until there was no room left.
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On the outside, it looks like what could be a perfectly normal red velvet cake. He had pre-sliced the regular cake, but couldn't do so with this one because he couldn't actually get the knife to go through.
So he just... holds the cake out to him. If he's so confident that he can eat it, then Link can figure out how to go about it! ]
I have knives and forks if you... feel like holding them. I don't think they'll do you any good. Ah, and be careful -- it's heavy.
[ It isn't that he doesn't think Link can lift it, but he knows when he's reached for something that is much heavier or lighter than he expected, he's fumbled with it and it dropped. Not that.. he's worried about any harm coming to this cake. ]
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Ah. That is heavy. Link doesn't say anything at first, but he definitely looks surprised by the weight of it. This doesn't feel like any cake he's ever had, it feels more like...like a rock roast. Or maybe...a mistake. He glances for a moment at Satan.]
You made this?
[On...on purpose? Or was it an accident? He's certainly had his share of that; one particular lavish meat dish disaster comes to mind.
Well, whatever the case, one thing is certain: he is both too stubborn and too polite to back out of this challenge now, and he has no intention of doing so anyway. He's in too deep, and now he's too curious. So even though it's kind of clumsy, he holds the cake in two hands as one might with a sandwich and kind of awkwardly bites down on it. Amazingly, with some effort, his teeth actually manage to get through it -- the texture is not unlike some of the rock-hard food experiments he's had to sit through in the wild, after all, and besides...if he can eat a rock roast, he's pretty sure he can eat anything.
So he, uh. Does. Crunch, cr...unch...]
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[ Satan looks genuinely smug, which honestly he'd rather feel that than an intense burning anger. It doesn't matter though because that smugness melts away to a weird combination of equal parts shock and admiration. ]
How are you--
[ HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? ]
How hard is the food you eat back home? Could Zelda eat this, too?!
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Crunch. Crunch. Just because he can do it doesn't mean he's not struggling, at least a bit. It takes him another minute to answer.]
It's-- [A pause, to clear his throat.] ...I've had some interesting cooking mishaps.
[As to the Princess, he shakes his head.]
I don't think she would, even if it was possible.
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"Some interesting cooking mishaps" does not BEGIN to explain how this is possible. ]
Are you... okay?
[ Not that he wants harm to come to Link, but also, he's a little miffed that Link is taking this all in stride like this is just a regular meal for him. ]
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He nods at the question, curiously examining the rest of what he's now dubbing the "rock-hard cake" with intense, interested focus. Amazingly, once you get past the texture, the taste is really... not so bad. It's interesting.]
How did you get it like that?
[He... he really wants to try it again, actually, but he's not sure his jaw is strong enough for round two.]
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I used Dreamotion.... I don't think this place has any ingredients that would make it so stiff otherwise.
[ Satan can't stop himself from staring at Link. Well, if anything, it's fair to say that Link has successfully gotten Satan's mind off his dream. ]
I don't believe this. Open your mouth. I want to look at your teeth.
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Fascinating.
[So it was done on purpose...and with dreamotion, no less. Link had never considered using it for something like that --cooking, of all things-- but now it's got his mind working on the possibilities.
...Or at least, his mind is working on the possibilities until Satan basically goes all dentist on him. He raises an eyebrow.]
I'm not sure our friendship is at that level yet.
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[ Satan folds his arms tightly in front of his chest. ]
Do you require friendship with your dentist before you allow them to investigate the health of your teeth?
[ ...He supposes that, to be fair, Link might require such a thing. ]
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[????? WHAT KIND OF RESPONSE IS THAT.
Anyway, Link is still feeling a little cagey about letting anyone look at the inside of his mouth --what's a dentist, amirite? fantasy games, sheesh-- but if Satan is anything like the Princess (and indeed, Link thinks that may be so)...it's going to be much easier to just let him take a look.
So after a moment, he reluctantly opens his mouth, long enough for Satan to get a look.]
See?
[His teeth are totally fine! ...inexplicably!]
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It's true. Somehow, Link's teeth don't seem to be damaged in the slightest. Which is ridiculous! Had he eaten that cake himself, he would have definitely chipped a tooth. Several teeth. It would have been a horrible experience. ]
...So are you just... using Dreamotion to reinforce your teeth?
[ HE NEEDS A STRAIGHTFORWRAD EXPLANATION.... ]
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Not really.
[That much is true -- he'd never thought of it. But it certainly would make things easier, wouldn't it? He'll have to remember that for next time.]
I've had practice.
[As if that explains a single fucking thing]
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[ For a brief moment, his temper flares because he gets himself under control. He will not allow himself to be irritated by Link's lack of explanation. No matter how hungry he is for a proper answer, getting angry certainly isn't going to get him one. ]
What type of environment do you come from where you've had practice eating rocks? Because, surely, rocks are not part of a normal diet, even for a Hylian.
[ ...He assumes that the diet of a Hylian and a human are roughly the same. Really, the only difference he's ever really noticed is the ears. ]
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I've made some things like this, [he admits, examining the rock-hard cake one more time. Then he quickly adds,] ...By accident. [Because seriously Satan what the hell]
Sometimes in the wild, you have to make do with what you have.
[Honestly, it's like someone asking "why are you the way you are?" He doesn't really know that, either. It's the closest explanation he has, though, and while his tone is still light, at least he's genuinely trying to offer some truth.]
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I guess that's true. There was a three month period where I lived in the wilderness--which is a long story--and the meals I made were... well, it certainly wasn't fine dining.
[ Satan sighs softly. He's pretty Link is offering up all the information he has, but it doesn't ease his disappointment. He was hoping for a better, more detailed explanation, but it looks like Link genuinely doesn't know. ]
...Anyway, you can rest easy in knowing that even though it's rock-hard, it shouldn't cause you any stomach issues. I made it to be difficult to bite, but not difficult to digest, if that makes sense.
[ . . . ]
At least, that was the goal.
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It tends not to be.
[A faint smile. It's probably a long story --and honestly, he's not sure he would have expected it from Satan-- but his expression shows solidarity.]
Mm, it does. Would you prefer I keep you updated?
[... It's difficult to tell whether he's serious or not. Most would probably rather keep their stomach status to themselves, but...Link is certainly not most people.]
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[ Whether Link meant him to or not, Satan does take his offer quite seriously. ]
Just because the intention was to make it digestible once it entered the body, that doesn't mean my efforts were successful. So, if you develop any stomach pain or other unusual symptoms, it may be for the best to let me know.
[ A beat. ]
Although I feel as though at that point, any help I could offer might be unwanted.
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I'll try to keep my report detailed.
[Is that a threat, or a promise...or both.]
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[ . . . He's mostly positive Link will be okay, regardless. ]
So it's important that you do.
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[For science! ...or something]
It's kind of you to look out for me.
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[ Sort of. ]
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[Listen, he fucked around, he found out. Can't blame anyone but himself for that.]
Whatever happens, I brought it on myself.