😾Dream Recording😾

[angelbirth]

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.

Comments

[angelbirth]

You sound awfully proud about that.... Ah, but that's probably because most years he just gives you coal.

[stupidmammon]

Y-yeah well. Jokes on you, I can sell the coal for more grimm.

[ Yep. That was the best comeback he could come up with. Look, he couldn't help it. He wasn't in a fighting mood right now. Instead he finally pours them both a cup of the fruity tasting tea and brings them over to the little table in their kitchen. ]

[angelbirth]

[ Satan isn't even trying to pick a fight!! In fact, he's so polite that even though he doubts Mammon can actually sell the coal for very much, he doesn't say anything about it and just goes over to the table to take a seat. ]

Thanks for the tea.

[stupidmammon]

[ Mammon's expression falls into a much softer one as he takes a sea on the opposite side of him. ]

Mmm. I can't always be the one to get spoiled ya know. I'm your big brother, I gotta spoil you some times too. Especially on your birthday.

[angelbirth]

Even though I intentionally tried to scare you on your birthday?

[stupidmammon]

I mean, it wouldn't be my birthday without you tryin' to pull some kinda prank on me. You're gonna help me build that green house thing for Zelda though, I ain't takin' no for an answer. You roped me into it after all.

[ He says this, but he never really had to agree to do it in the first place? ]

[angelbirth]

Why do I have to take responsibility?

[stupidmammon]

Because you offered up my services in the first place. So now you're going to help me build it to Zelda's expectations.

[angelbirth]

[ There is a prolonged silence from Satan as he weighs his options. He wanted to help build it anyway. But he can't act excited about the opportunity because then Mammon will know. ]

Zelda's your friend, too. You should be happy to help her out with such an easy task. Unless you don't think you could pull it off?

[stupidmammon]

O'course I can do it! I could do it with my hands tied behind my back! It's the principle of the matter! You're gonna help me whether you want me to or not! Or, I'll just tell Zelda you ain't even wanna help~

[ Huehuehue!!! ]

[angelbirth]

Hmm....

[ Satan picks up his tea with both hands. ]

I don't think you can do it on your own. But that's all right. I'll help since you can't figure it out.

[ Sippppppppppppppp. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ He lets out another loud huff and picks up his own cup of tea to sip angrily from. ]

I could easily do it on my own if I wanted to, ya know!

[angelbirth]

[ Satan wonders for a moment if Mammon is truly oblivious, or if he's trying to do Satan a favor. Since he can't tell, opts to decide the former. ]

You did help with the... hey... what's wrong with your face?

[stupidmammon]

Huh..?

[ It took Mammon a moment to realize the question that Satan just asked him. Setting his tea down he starts patting his face down. ]

M-My face?! What's wrong with my face???

[ Wait, they were in a a room with more light! Did Satan see the stings on his face?? ]

[angelbirth]

...Ignoring how you sounded like Asmo for a second there, you look you lost a fight with an aggressive sewing needle. What the hell happened?

[stupidmammon]

O-oh um. Ya know me. Always finding trouble without even trying to. I just... fell into some thorny bushes recently. My face got a little done in by 'em but its fine. I mean my face will clear up eventually, right?

[ Nevermind the fact that these welts on his face very clearly didn't seem like they came from thorns. ]

[angelbirth]

You conveniently fell into some thorny... bushes. Are you sure the bushes weren't made of cats?

[stupidmammon]

[ WHY WAS SATAN SO CLEVER??? ]

H-huh? Why would they be made of cats??

[angelbirth]

...You're asking me why I can identify a cat scratch versus scratches from a thorny bush?

[stupidmammon]

[ Well shit. He should have expected Satan to notice of all people... ]

I-I guess they might look a little catlike, huh... strange isn't it?

[angelbirth]

So why are you lying to me?

[stupidmammon]

Okay okay fine. Get up.

[ He'd rather just show Satan, Mostly because he knows Satan would melt once he saw the reason. So he grabs his cup of tea and stands up himself.]

[angelbirth]

[ Satan rolls his eyes at being bossed around like this, but he listens anyway and grabs his tea as well. ]

[stupidmammon]

[ He starts to casually sip his tea as he starts to head off to the side of the tree house that has their little porch set up for the buzzing little cat bees. ]

[angelbirth]

[ Satan follows him, suspicious all the while. Even though it's unlikely Mammon would actually do anything too terrible to him after his dream was broadcast, one can never be too careful. ]