The Supreme Machine

[I AM WOMAN (for now).]

[KIND OF. THIS IS LIKELY TEMPORARY AS I AM (A)GENDERFLUID AND DON’T USUALLY HAVE A GENDER IN THE FIRST PLACE. HOWEVER, I HAVE BEEN WOMAN FOR A DAY OR TWO (maybe three) AND I AM ENJOYING IT]

[NO PRONOUN CHANGE. ALSO I AM NOT A BINARY WOMAN EITHER.]

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

[BLOOD.]

*It perks up at this, pausing to study this other machine.*

[SCANNING...]

{Well it's obviously hungry, right? Just... I don't know, feed it something? Don't you have another blood bottle?}

*Its wings flick, and it gradually procures one other bottle of blood... before offering it to the blue machine quietly.*

(It snatched the bottle in an instant and began chugging it down.)

(After drinking about half of the bottle, it seems to stabilise itself a little bit.)

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

[BLOOD.]

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

[*There's almost no response from them, nothing indicating anything they're seeing is making its way into their head]

[*They stay completely still, just staring at Lucifer from V1's hold]

[*...]

[*They don't know what to think]

[*Normally they'd be asking questions, trying to understand, try to dig deeper and find what information they can]

[*...]

[*They damn near fling themselves out of their V1's grip at the sudden entrance of the other V1]

[*Panicked, they begin to power up, ready to fire a beam of light directly at it]

(It manages to utter a feeble word as it wobbles forward)

Backstage, Lucifer lays on the ground on his back, panting. Hell sits above him, tenderly fixing his broken ribs and putting everything back where it should be. Its shockingly sweet despite what just occurred.

"HE IS . O.K. LO-//OK ."

It does not cover the virtues vision, and it does not look at the seraphim.

"THIS IS WHA-//AT HELL IS LIKE . YOU HAVE TO GET USED TO IT . YOU HA-//A/AVE TO FACE IT HEAD ON ."

You will not survive this place if you do not get used to this. This was Hell's form of love.

Could you imagine its hate ?

Could you imagine its malice ?

“Wh-huh? What are you t-talking about?” Lucifer is delirious from blood loss, its clear in his voice. His eyes are wide, but not from Hell, from the reactions of his loved ones.

He didnt think they would ever come this far down. Would ever come to his performances. Would ever care enough to see him succeed.

But they did..

"Lucifier..." He said quietly, voice breaking as it struggles to return to him. Everything hurts. His chest hurts, his head hurts, his legs hurt..

Everything. Hurts.

Lucifer didnt know what to say. How was he supposed to even begin explaining his and Hells relationship? Let alone the whole performance!

"don't die-- please for any bit of the father that remains-- don't die-"

*This is something-- someone-- else.*

[ACTIVE PROTOCOL: REPAIR]

*It brings over a glass bottle, carefully filled to the brim with blood, and... tries to place the bottle in the hands of the collapsed angel.*

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

*The voice is mechanical. Reverberating. What one would expect from a V-model. It seems... worried, with its wings twitching violently as it tries whatever it can to help. But, being a machine that's fueled by blood, it... doesn't know what could help. Aside from, of course, more blood.*

[*They have no idea what to think]

[*They have no idea what they were expecting]

[*The little nebula swirls in their glass something akin to a little storm, stars and particles flying about in erratic directions and velocities]

[*Their feathers are completely fluffed out, stuck between horror, alarm, and another slap in the face from reality]

[*Maybe this is really what their life is now, what their burning desire to search has lead them to]

[*Not that they'd expected anything else]

[*...]

...oh

[*...]

[*At least Hell's honest]

[*At least it didn't hide behind a false utopia as Heaven did]

[*At least it didn't try to deceive them as Heaven did]

...

[*...]

[*...Hey buddy where'd your halo go]

[*...BUDDY?!]

Being in Hell so long must have made him forget that pain isnt seen as a beautiful act of love to others.

…oops

“Hey, Im fine! Gabriel, please, Im okay!” Lucifer focuses on Gabriel first, clearly the least okay out of everyone. “Everything in this play was consensual, I even came up with most of it! Im fine, I promise.” Lucifer wasnt lying, but did give a few half truths. Yes, he did come up with a good portion of the play, but the whole “ripping out his heart” thing was Hells idea.

"....it...it was? It was all scripted? So... You're okay- like really?".

“Yes, everything was planned. Im completely fine.” He nods, not even realizing Hell treating his wounds.

Lucifer then looks over at Curiosity, realizing just how many people are here.

Gentle music starts playing, and a figure comes on stage, presumably Lucifer, dancing along. Hes clearly an archangel, though lacking the usual armour and robes most tend to wear. Instead, he wears a simple skirt, held up by some sort of eye pin. 2 twin scars glimmering pinkish purple lay under his pecs, curving up to form a heart right over where his actual heart lays inside his chest.

His wings, 4 on his back, 6 on his head, sway with the music, catching on air as he dances around the stage, no clear coordination yet graceful all the same. His 6 eyes are closed, simply enjoying the music.

He just...

Watches the show. Eyes sparkling at his brother's dance. He's proud of him.

"LU-//UCIFER ."

V1 mutters his name to Curiosity before they ask, trying to keep their volume low. They've met...once. Briefly. He didn't seem all that bad, but its always difficult for V1 to discern who to trust. Here and now though, the archangel simply seems like a graceful actor, peacefully dancing upon the stage.

They look around. Most other people seem calm. Even Gabriel seemed enraptured. Family, it supposes.

Everything is fairly calm for a moment, Lucifer dancing idly on stage, eyes closed and enjoying himself, some feathers coming loose and falling across the stage. It was almost peaceful.

Until what looked like a spear stabbed him right through one of his hands.

It must have fell from the ceiling, but it was so calculated that it couldnt have been an accident. Right through his palm, piercing through his flesh and coming out the other side. His 3 other arms continued their movement, with the pierced one remaining how it was when initially stabbed.

Yet, Lucifer showed no signs of pain. He didnt wince, cry, didnt even falter in his movement, just danced along to the song. Even while his blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. Even when another spear dropped down, slicing through his other palm with ease. Even when the same happened for his other 2 hands.

V1 and V2 are completely enthralled, watching closely.

V1's wings twitch at the sight of blood, counting seconds before it could drip off the stage.

V2 was concerned. Was this an attack? Didn't seem so. Otherwise there would be a negative reaction on the actor's part. Was he in on this? Was he forced? She simply watched, unsure.

Keygen didn't know what to feel. That was... Something?

Why was the actor subjecting himself to such pain? Why would he want to show something like that? Was that all... Really part of the show?

He watched. His inner mechanisms hitching after each spear pieced though the angel's hands, he rubs his own hand as a phantom pain settles in.

Hm.... Not fun.

Still....

Slowly, every few bars, more and more spears appeared from seemingly nowhere, stabbing into his limbs and slowly pinning him against the giant canvas behind him. The spears in his hands are pulled out just to stab them through his palms and into the canvas. Blood spurts from his arms and legs, crimson pooling at the ground as spikes dig into his flesh.

What the FUCK?!

Oh god-- that's disgusting--

Gabriel's thoughts are out of control, everyone screaming and shouting different things that made his head hurt so badly.

He couldn't move, he couldn't get himself to move.

He could only.

Keep.

Then, a large spike, larger than all the rest, comes ripping through Lucifers gut. Blood sprays across the the stage, some dripping from the angels mouth.

For the first time the entire performance so far, he makes a noise. Its a pained whine, barely audible through the dripping of his blood hitting the wooden floor of the stage. Despite the sound, his wings glow a brighter gold, flaring out against where they are pinned.

(Its motors whirred loudly as it took all its power not to just stand up and rush to that stage to feed. Though, ironically, by trying to self-restrain, it was only making its fuel reserves deplete.)

Gentle music starts playing, and a figure comes on stage, presumably Lucifer, dancing along. Hes clearly an archangel, though lacking the usual armour and robes most tend to wear. Instead, he wears a simple skirt, held up by some sort of eye pin. 2 twin scars glimmering pinkish purple lay under his pecs, curving up to form a heart right over where his actual heart lays inside his chest.

His wings, 4 on his back, 6 on his head, sway with the music, catching on air as he dances around the stage, no clear coordination yet graceful all the same. His 6 eyes are closed, simply enjoying the music.

He just...

Watches the show. Eyes sparkling at his brother's dance. He's proud of him.

"LU-//UCIFER ."

V1 mutters his name to Curiosity before they ask, trying to keep their volume low. They've met...once. Briefly. He didn't seem all that bad, but its always difficult for V1 to discern who to trust. Here and now though, the archangel simply seems like a graceful actor, peacefully dancing upon the stage.

They look around. Most other people seem calm. Even Gabriel seemed enraptured. Family, it supposes.

Everything is fairly calm for a moment, Lucifer dancing idly on stage, eyes closed and enjoying himself, some feathers coming loose and falling across the stage. It was almost peaceful.

Until what looked like a spear stabbed him right through one of his hands.

It must have fell from the ceiling, but it was so calculated that it couldnt have been an accident. Right through his palm, piercing through his flesh and coming out the other side. His 3 other arms continued their movement, with the pierced one remaining how it was when initially stabbed.

Yet, Lucifer showed no signs of pain. He didnt wince, cry, didnt even falter in his movement, just danced along to the song. Even while his blood dripped from his hand, pooling at his feet. Even when another spear dropped down, slicing through his other palm with ease. Even when the same happened for his other 2 hands.

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You were all here for a show, whether invited, you saw a poster, were dragged here against your will or you are here for no other reason than to just be here, you are here, standing outside of a theatre all the way down in fraud.

The theatre was huge, posters lining the outside of upcoming shows. Most posters were incomprehensible, with words that didnt make sense and scenes that didnt follow reality, but really, what did follow logic in fraud?

Sunday night, the sky was dark with stars that lit up the sky (how was there a sky in fraud anyway?) in sparkling white dots. The theatre itself glowed from the inside, a gentle piano playing from seemingly nowhere considering the lack of visible speakers. Out of everything in the layer, the theatre was the only thing that at least tried to follow logic. Its halls, while wonky, didnt twist upside down on themself like other parts of the layer. They simply stood, waiting for visitors with incomprehensible posters lining their walls.

Inside, the lights shone a diluted yellow, most being off completely besides the ones around the front where popcorn, snacks and drinks spawned from seemingly thin air from a vending machine that clearly didnt belong in a theatre. The only other lights on were leading down the hall and towards a showroom.

The machine skitters in, already on high alert. It's not dressed fancy. Or ever dressed at all. But it is in fact clutching a bunch of coins. Do not let it start throwing those.

There are people here. What the Hell, do people actually come here to watch movies ?

"WHY WOULD YOU PEOPLE COME HERE WILLINGLY ."

[*Somewhere from above, it sounds as if a glass marble were bouncing off of various walls and surfaces, with the occasional flapping of little wings]

AGKAGSKWA—

<"There you are.">

(*She picked them up.*)

<"I've been waiting to meet you, Curiosity.">

What the hell was that noise ? It's looking around frantically until—

CLANG

[ANGEL]

That's not just any angel, thats...

"CURIOSITY ?/???/??"

It skitters over, though Knosis gets there first.

"WHY W//HY WHY//Y—WHAT HAPPENED W//HY . FRAUD IS DANGEROUS ."

It is clearly immediately panicked about the weak angel being here of all places. It looks visibly suspicious of Knosis holding them.

<"I see! You're their friend? I'm Knosis, nice to meetcha!">

(It would have said “That’s weird”, but honestly…what wasn’t weird about this place?)

<"Your one and only!">

(*She chuckled.*)

Thank goodness for that. At least I probably won’t have to worry.

<"... are you, perchance, squeamish at all?">

(*Not a comforting statement in the slightest, but it's Hell.*)

[*Curiosity's speech is a little muffled under their wings]

I uh.. Kinda fell down here while exploring

[*They peek outside from a small gap in their wings, inadvertently covering V1's hands with them]

The machine is...tense. It is blunt sometimes, but not mean. It seems like being in this layer irks it badly.

"GOING . TO THE THEATER. HELL IS PUTTING ON A SHOW . I THINK."

It curls around Curiosity more as it passes the eye on the wall, hunching over them where it held them in its lower arms.

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You were all here for a show, whether invited, you saw a poster, were dragged here against your will or you are here for no other reason than to just be here, you are here, standing outside of a theatre all the way down in fraud.

The theatre was huge, posters lining the outside of upcoming shows. Most posters were incomprehensible, with words that didnt make sense and scenes that didnt follow reality, but really, what did follow logic in fraud?

Sunday night, the sky was dark with stars that lit up the sky (how was there a sky in fraud anyway?) in sparkling white dots. The theatre itself glowed from the inside, a gentle piano playing from seemingly nowhere considering the lack of visible speakers. Out of everything in the layer, the theatre was the only thing that at least tried to follow logic. Its halls, while wonky, didnt twist upside down on themself like other parts of the layer. They simply stood, waiting for visitors with incomprehensible posters lining their walls.

Inside, the lights shone a diluted yellow, most being off completely besides the ones around the front where popcorn, snacks and drinks spawned from seemingly thin air from a vending machine that clearly didnt belong in a theatre. The only other lights on were leading down the hall and towards a showroom.

This world is desperately lacking some warm Ultrakill content. Could you please do something like V1 and V2 reacting to a reader's sudden kiss? I beg you.

sorry to hear that :( things are okay, I have midterms soon so I’ve been writing things a bit slower,

There is a definite lack of fluff ultrakill content, I’m not the very best at writing so I tried my best, hopefully you feel better soon :)

So you’ve exsanguinated your 400 guys to get the iron for your sword. Cool. But now you have 400 bodies lying around.

Why not put those to good use and cremate them. Use the carbon from those 400 bodies (you won’t need all of them) and now you can make a nice mid-high carbon steel sword.

IT IS NOT SAFE FOR MAMMALS.

@v1-is-here

Woah hey put me down nikkon looking ah

Youre uhhhhhhh you youuu you're uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh