Lux Imperator, God of Light

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She just knew Lux wasn't trying to eat her. It was enough.

The appearance of the door might've wow'ed another, but for her it just filled her with some kind of apprehension. She was still uncertain and troubled when she took the key given to her. Turning it about her hands and giving the new door a pinched look.

She didn't know what to put in there. Excess memory? Which ones were excess and which ones were vital if violent and cruel lessons? This would require a lot of internal work she wasn't sure she was ready for, but she'd try, she supposed.

Yeahhh, maybe save the destructive tendencies for a little later down the line. Just a little!

It was so cool that Sutekh had so much similar to Raven that he could-

oh. Hm.

"...Are you a demon?" Raven asked, because he realized he wasn't sure he'd ever asked what Sutekh was. "...Not all demons are bad," He quickly added. Lark might not like Raven talking to demons, but even Lark himself was TRYING to find demons who he could have an okay relationship with.

Raven wouldn't have to drop Sutekh if he was a demon. That wouldn't be fair. Sutekh was Raven's only friend he had to himself, not his and Duck and Goose's.

It was the early hours of the morning when Hook stirred, his head throbbing slightly from the nightly activities and when he shifted, he winced, recalling in detail the stab wound he had receieved.

But there was something else that made his nose scrunch up as he blinked a few more times, trying to blink the dust away from his eyes.

And he shifted, attempting to prop himself up as it came into view at the end of his bed and his jaw dropped.

Was that an ARM????

And then there was Lux, sat rather comfortable at the end of his bed.

He shook his head, tsking.

‎ ‎ ‎ His head explodes to consciousness, his vision restored in double and every sense of awareness swimming lopsided; one of his forearms is stretched out forwards like a lazing cat, and the other tucked awkwardly under his chest. His neck yearns for his heavy brick of a head to drop off and release it from its plight.

‎ ‎ ‎ He blinks a few times, then a few times more. Nothing is any clearer than it was a moment ago.

‎ ‎ ‎ “Hahhh….?” he drawls out dumbly, rolling over onto his back. His shoulder hits the side of a couch ―or a bed? The flat bit of it? Whatever those are called.

‎ ‎ ‎ “Where […] the hell am I?” He cringes at the eerily high pitch of his voice, like an insecure, squeaky door. The ceiling isn't giving him many more answers than the rest of the room has. His straight antenna twitches away from its partner, following a rustling noise that pings the side of his head.

Nonetheless, the firefly went to take hold of Vox's hand to give a gentle squeeze. "The Palazzo, remember? We just got back from that public event with the other Vees."

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"I can't sleep." A lie. He'd woken up and felt too independent for sleeping in the same room with his whole family...but he didn't want to be in his and his siblings' room alone, either. Frustrating.

"Guess I'm in the same boat as you," Ring said with a sheepish chuckle, shrugging. When he noticed Raven wasn't all too impressed with what was on the tv he cleared his throat and picked up the remote. Oookay, let's see what else can be watched on here!

Look, he wasn't as tech literate as everyone else was. Yet.

That dangerous grin on Lux's face made Hook shiver, there was something so tantalisingly handsome about it... A thrill. Oh if only he could watch the toon in action...

He leant back into the bed, sighing, contently, somewhat relaxed at the fact that those sickos would get what was coming to them. Not that they didn't get something from him already... Perhaps some broken ribs, a broken nose and missing tooth... and a hook to someones chest.

But his light was persistent, and these men were not going to get any rest. Not with his meddling. Eventually the frantic fighting happened between the group, Lux grinning as they mistook friend for foe - or perhaps, they never saw themselves as comrades at all! How quickly mortals turn on each other! Fascinating. And all it took was some irritating visuals and confusing audio haunting them.

When only one man was left standing, Lux gave a slow clap as he made himself known, where the man panted and glanced frantically around himself before settling on the confusing sight in front of him. "The...fuck is this? Shit - fuck, were we drugged?!" The man nearly dropped the knife in his hand when he realized what he'd done in a moment of clarity.

Lux caught the hand, however, suddenly taller than he had been a moment ago, his eyes a feral glow of malice despite his friendly smile. "It's rude to ignore a guest," he crooned.

The lights in the room began to flicker, and the sounds of screams soon followed. No one dared walk past the apartment building. --

When Lux returned to the pirate ship, he was pristine, as if nothing had happened. He had, however, brought something back with him. Dropping the severed arm of the same man who'd stabbed Hook, he let it land on the end of the bed as he took a seat, lighting a cigar while he waited for the captain to wake up.