Plotted starter for @houseofasmodeus
In black and white,
No whisper of color,
In monochrome, we met each other...
Naberius' eyes opened to a sea of grey. A monochrome sky, monochrome stars... his castle, which was once lit by blue flames... those, too, bore no color.
His Lord... His Master...
No-- no, he can't be. Naberius is supposed to die if Lucifer's soul is destroyed.
Their souls are sewn together.
The marquis stumbles out of his bed, his muscles atrophied from what was apparently months of stillness. He has to crawl to the nearest wall and drag himself upward.
How long has he been here?
Black claws dig into his face, raking down his forehead and across his eyes as the fog begins to clear.
Adam-- the second extermination-- His Lord's final words before the battle began...
"Whatever happens to me today, make sure Charlie is safe, and help her ascend to the throne β Bee or Ozzie will support her β lend them your support as well as long as they have her best interests at heart.
Promise me this, Naberius, please.β
Lucifer must have unthreaded their souls before the battle began... such that, when Lucifer's soul was gone... Naberius' own would find its way back to his own body.
... His Master must have known his death much more of a possibility than he had let on.
He had no memory of the battle beginning-- actually, he had no memory of answering His Lord when The Golden Angel asked him to promise such a thing.
... Because he didn't answer. He refused to imagine a world where The King didn't exist. He didn't entertain the thought. If Lucifer were to die, he would die with Him.
I'm begging please, don't leave me alone,
Colour in my heart, right to my soul,
Lulling me to sleep, lies I have always believed,
So tell a tale in my dreams...
... Had He sent Naberius away from the battle as a fail-safe? To make absolutely certain that His final wish would be granted? So that His daughter...
If Lucifer fell, what chance did she of surviving that battle?
And yet... he could feel the souls that still resided within his own castle. Had Adam won, he would have extinguished every sinner soul.
Had His Lord taken a fatal wound in order to destroy Adam?-- To save His daughter?
... But he can sense Asmodeus.
... lend them your support...
The Marquis' skin begins to tear, darkness swallowing him and morphing the Marquis into the form he earned when he first fell-- the form that was born after taking a blow that was meant for The First Fallen.
Cerberus, the three-headed hound.
An entirely different skeletal structure, entirely different muscles and joints... this body had not atrophied. He did not have time to wait for the other version of himself to heal... nor mourn the loss of His Master.
... He had a last wish to carry out.
... And the first step to doing so was to find Asmodeus.
Black ichor seeps from the floor below him, engulfing him...
He would rise from the darkest pits of this meaningless world only when he was close enough to Asmodeus to be sensed...
Your wish in the dark,
shining in vain like the dawn,
A barren new tomorrow...
