#avengingprimal

Once he had become more acquainted with his surroundings, Lucifer took to the garden of his “new” home.

He could spend an entire day there--in part because there was something therapeutic about watching sprouts push their way through the soil, and in part because Lucifer had simply lost the ability to keep track of time after having spent however long he had in the timeless space for souls departed. Certainly, there would be other sights to see here, other places to jog his memory of his apparent time in Spirale City...

But Lucifer was tired. Lucifer simply wanted to rest.

There were no coffee trees here. The micro-climate of the area simply wasn’t suitable. Even so, he was content to watch his other vegetables grow.

It was more a whim than anything else that finally spurred him to action that afternoon––but it was nevertheless one that had nagged and niggled at the back of Azazel’s mind anytime he looked at Sandalphon for well over several months now, and one the demon had decided was ultimately in need of address. 

Fashion was not the archangel’s strong suit––or perhaps he simply didn’t care enough to improve his sense for it. Azazel didn’t really know; and until now, he hadn’t altogether considered it his business to know. In truth, it probably still wasn’t...but the fact of the matter was that Lucifer’s condition had spurred Azazel to visit more often––which also meant dealing with Sandalphon more often. Which meant being forced to look at whatever barely-presentable ensemble the primarch had decided to throw on that morning.

Which, in turn, was slowly but steadily pushing the demon to his wit’s end.

“Hey. Brat.”

That was why, as he passed behind the sofa Sandalphon was currently perched on, Azazel reached out––and promptly gave the ever-present cowlick atop the smaller angel’s head a brief but sharp tug in his direction. 

Sometimes Dyrn would get out of their pet home. It wasn’t because anyone forgot to lock it, or if anyone just left it open. It was just because Dyrn, being Dyrn was a bit too smart for a lizard sometimes. (And Lucifer never minded if the large lizard got out before as long as they were safe)

So Dyrn was currently out, moving across the ground in the quiet house. It couldn't hear anyone close by so it knew it was free to go were it wanted to. It wanted to go to the kitchen and sneak a little extra food if it could.

Sneak sneak sneak...

Inside of the kitchen however it needed to climb up the cabinets to be able to find out if any food was around. It stuck its tongue out before climbing up the nearest one, sniffing around. It could smell coffee and there was a few bags around of beans. The lizard always thought it smelled nice and it couldn’t be bad to try one of the beans again right? It must be better this time.

So the large Lizard tore open one of the bags, and tried eating one of the coffee beans, even if it just ended up spiting it out and letting the rest of the beans fall everywhere making a mess. No it wasn’t going to try that again, and it moved on to finding other types of food that was out.

  Yes, he was quite aware of the spares powers-- knowing what Lucifer had told him, so he had made sure to be prepared. Even if he didn’t have the strength to overpower the other, he was sure to be very very delicate in how he would approach him. Though it was rather hard, he had managed to craft something of the likes of dominion cores to use for his plan. Being in the city long enough... they weren’t perfect, but he supposed neither was the spare that he was going to pay a visit to. 

  And it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he hung around either, Lucifer was transparent as ever and just with a bit of looking around-- he had realized that even after all these years he was still making coffee. How sickeningly sentimental his creation had made his own.  

  Walking into the coffee shop, he strode silently but with confidence, up to the counter where he saw the brown haired primarch-- the one Lucifer had tried so desperately to keep him away from. But in the end Lucifer was nothing but broken promises and pathetic, there wasn’t a thing in the entire world that he could do to stop this moment.

  ‘ Such a lowly job seems much more fitting to you than the title of Supreme Primarch. ’

  His voice was cold, as he couldn’t help but smirk at the situation-- yes, the title of Supreme Primarch could never belong to someone as irrational and impure as this brat. 

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  It was a simple winter evening, watching people passing by as his gaze slowly was drawn toward the primarch by his side. Perhaps a simple outing, as he had wanted to get to know Sandalphon more– something about him was captivating. Perhaps it was only chance that he had come to his aid, but perhaps it was fate… the world was mysterious, just like the one next to him. 

    Perhaps it was only a coincidence that he noticed the small plant hanging about the doorway they were entering.

  What a strange feeling, coming along with this strange situation that made his fingers tingle softly. Eyelids flickering softly as he looked up to see the small plant hanging above their head. It wasn’t a foreign sight to him, whether it was in the Skyrealm or here– he had been approached many times since he offered to lend the Captain his aid. 

  It was just like Valentines day or any gift giving day, people were always so captivated by him– offering him meaningless platitudes of chocolates and gifts. Such things he couldn’t care less for… but experiencing the local traditions that he had watched others participate in. If he could describe it in one word… it was happy.

                        ‘ …Human traditions are rather strange, don’t you think? ’

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It’s a few seconds, before he does anything else, considering all his options.

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[From] : A concerned fashion designer

[TXT] : Does anyone recognize this bird? He seems to be lost without his master. Looks like he could REALLY use some help . . .

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Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 309.Riku will be housed in CONDO 409.Chrono will be housed in HOUSE 109.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

The days that passed were spent in a quiet tension beneath a dark cloud that had yet to lift from the house of angels. But in spite of Lucilius’ impending threat against him, Lucifer was far more preoccupied with what he could do to rectify the situation.

He had realized the folly of his actions already, and he knew words would be meaningless when it was those same words that had betrayed Sandalphon’s trust before. The only thing left was action.

But what could he do?

Sandalphon refused to even remain in the same room as him, and though the behaviour brought back painful memories of what had transpired 2000 years ago, Lucifer knew the root cause this time. How could he best communicate his earnest desire to make up for it? 

The answer is as it had always been. 

When faced with his inability to convey his personal messages properly, Lucifer sought out a medium. 

That medium...being coffee. 

And so, in the days that passed, Lucifer confined himself within his room and took to book instead.