#tdcverse

Arganan sighed as he stood at a booth. He’d be managing some of the food booths or lingering around the entrance tot he carnival when he wasn’t assigned to deal with sinners...

Looking up, he noticed someone nearby. Another person? A new one?

Arganan raised an eyebrow. Someone questioning his friendships, hm? 

@innovating-ways-to-make-you-talk

Arganan sighed softly as the trains arrived in Heaven. He was one of the many sinners on the trains...actually, he was a little different. One of the carnies, actually.

And now he was being brought to the Translators. He’d heard of them, and they’d probably question him like they did with a lot of other sinners already. Torture him? A definite thing to happen.

@chaos-in-the-story

Punishment after punishment came to him ever since his last conversation with Lucifer, and every single time it happened he got more and more scarred. The process was slow—and at first his reaction as pure rage and fury and misunderstanding but then it got reduced more and more and more until he was a sobbing mess, a small tiny thing in the middle of nowhere, unsure of where to go or what to do. The grief held onto him gently but firmly, grief over a lack of purpose, that even the Lord of Hell wouldn’t give him one.

Was he worth only nothing in the end? He didn’t want that (but part of him had accepted it early on even before he died, and he’d done so much twisted and turned everywhere everything to try to find a shred of meaning and no no no no no he didn’t want to be weak and useless why)—he didn’t.

“Please, please talk to me. Please” 

He whispered it quietly as he could barely get himself to look up at Lucifer. He was trembling and scared and afraid, but any manipulative part of him had broken and he was just begging, now.

 Part of him tried to think back to happier times (reading those little bedtime stories to his niece, during a time when everything was so right and perfect and good and he felt like he had something to hold onto) but it was so faint now. He didn’t know what to do, what to turn to for anything and it was evident that he was completely lost. But he knew Lucifer would always refuse to give him a purpose, no matter what. No matter how much he begged and cried and raged he would never give him a purpose because he was always going to make him suffer that way. Lucifer had won, and as much as he hated to admit it he had to.

“...I know you hate me so much but I need to know—” He broke into a sob again, trying to wipe at his lone reddened, working eye. “And you probably won’t tell me because you hate me so much. I hate myself so much. I know I’m purposeless. I’m just...your tool for cheap entertainment because you love tormenting me so much.... But...do you know what your own purpose is, at least?”

He chuckled grimly at that. “I mean...no use in punishing sinners all the time, getting caught up in that repeated motion...don’t you...feel like there is more than that that you are created for...?”

He wasn’t asking this to manipulate him or anything. He was now more curious than anything, despite his grief. Even if Lucifer refused to answer the question for him, he could always guess a little bit. His desire to manipulate was replaced by a desire to get through something. A determination for something, someone. 

@lapdogofthelord

Arganan sighed softly as he bit into a stick of freshly-spun cotton candy. He was the Guide—shouldn’t he be leading some poor sinner to their next test or something? Well, there were no sinners he’d seen that needed or wanted his assistance, so the poor carnie had been stuck tending to the booths selling food. Better than doing absolutely nothing, and hey, he got free food on the side.

He noticed an approaching figure, and he smiled, lowering his stick of cotton candy, looking to her.

“Hello, Miss...”

@thebelleoflucifersball

Arganan looked down at his new odd, but still fancy attire as he made his way to the Kissing Booth. He hadn’t seen Doll in a while, and maybe she might be unhappy about his absence as he had sworn to be her bodyguard when he first met her as a sinner, but now...

Now he was a carnie. Like her.

He didn’t quite understand why Lucifer made him such, but he was no longer just Lucius Arganan.

He was the Guide.

@two-alleluias-and-an-amen

Oh. 

Oh.

The Agent had been captured. Twin went up in his place, and...

Lucius Arganan was just bored out of his mind. As bored as...well, something. Shame he couldn’t just bust the Agent out of his cage and show him around the Carnival as his role as the Guide wished to do. Not that he wanted to, anyway. This was the same guy that broke Doll’s heart, he had to remind himself, so...

He rattled the bars of the cage to get the other man’s attention. He liked how this guy from Heaven was all stuck in his own cage now. Maybe if Doll let Arganan do so later, he could gouge out one of the man’s eyes, or give him a good whipping. Probably the latter.

“Awake, little prisoner?” He murmured, chuckling a bit. “Come on now. You cannot sleep forever and it’s rather boring watching you sleep, even if you are handsome in my honest opinion.”

@kxecht

“Well.”

He hadn’t expected a new carnie to show up soon, so he was rather curious.