<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e0/7c/4e/e07c4e90da99e7dc68010d39f7c1feff.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday 1st May 2019 -- Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham? ---> House Of Mystery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8f/b7/9d/8fb79dff0a558991848386f1585774ce.jpg) Snazzy<strong>Number</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/71/74/88/717488e99cde03a5ee9f7b5a260fadc2.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / John Constantine / Zatanna Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well now, wasn't this nice? No need for savagery and brutality, they were all sophisticated folks, were they not? He had to admit to a minor piece of disappointment when neither the bit of rough or the suave young lady picked up on the blatant hint in the song he was playing - really, how much more obvious did he have to be in order to drop a clever little hint? Humans could be so slow sometimes - but that was a momentary disappointment that he let go of really rather quickly. When you were as old as he was, it was easy to collect grudges and hold onto them for inordinate amounts of time, but he'd learned long ago to pick his battles. If he spent the entirety of his life remembering whenever anybody did something even vaguely irritating and plotting revenge, why, he'd never get anything else done! He could be vindictive when he wanted to be - and<em>how</em>- but he reserved that portion of his attentions for people who had actually, truly earned it. After all, what was the point in an immortal going after a Mortal businessman who'd bumped into him in the street? It was rude, yes, but that was like crushing a blade of grass beneath your boot. Far too easy, too safe, too boring and ultimately a waste of whatever little time it took to do it.<br/><br/>He would just expend more energy than the satisfaction he would gain from doing it, so...<em>Ce la vie.</em>Now, this young man and his companion - Zatanna, he heard, and the name did indeed sound familiar...though he couldn't place where he'd heard of her before, he'd<em>definitely</em>heard of her, which just piqued his interest; she had a reputation amongst magic users and magical beasts alike in this universe, so he heard...which of course, fit with her magical prowess and the power required to even so much as<em>summon</em>him in the first place - were treading on thin ice. They'd summoned him against his will and imprisoned him. Two strikes. Three strikes, and they would find out how vindictive the (former) King of Hell could be. He sighed softly as he tickled at his keys. Of course, Koriand'r was mad at him too; he hadn't misled her at all, but she obviously felt a little bit betrayed and suspicious right now, and as much as it would be amusing...at that moment, her anger was best directed at the two magicians in their midst rather than him. He didn't want to have to kill all three of them. That would put a bit of a damper on his night, if he was perfectly honest.<br/><br/>He lifted an eyebrow as he glanced towards Koriand'r, offering her a conciliatory smile. The barrier disappeared - how much was due to him and how much was due to her was unclear, but he didn't much care as long as that annoying barrier was dealt with - just as he began to speak.<strong>"Peace, my dear. These two fine sorcerers used their abilities to summon me. I didn't have much choice in the matter, hence the business being somewhat urgent. I merely brought you along because I'd rather have you by my side than alone in an ocean of strangers...especially considering your unique circumstances. We can speak more on it later, however; it's rude to bicker in front of company."</strong>He lifted a playful, teasing eyebrow at her once more. Obviously, the Australian government was still looking for her. Until he could think of a way to get her into the limelight and announce her to the public in a way that would tie the military's hands, he wasn't taking any risks with her wellbeing. She was far too interesting to turn over to the human agencies, after all! His gaze lingered for a moment, before turning back to the two sorcerers as the house shifted, and he felt Reality momentarily warping around them.<br/><br/>Now<em>that</em>was a surprise. They seemed to be within the same space, but a different location within it, now a larger room with what appeared to be far more fitting decor for entertaining guests. Was this human that powerful that he could warp Reality at a moments notice? He had thought that only exceptionally powerful individuals in this universe had that power, but...no. No, there was something off about the way he did it. The power didn't emanate from him, it seemed, it was more akin to a manipulation of the energy around him. So...it was this place. This house. It was a place of great magical power and it responded to his voice and his commands. Intriguing. He hadn't built the place himself, of course - it felt too old for that - but he had come into possession of it, which made him far more dangerous on this turf. He'd have to be careful, if this devolved into a fight. He could handle it, but the house would not be an<em>easy</em>opponent to defeat if it had a clever owner.<br/><br/>Of course, the fact that he didn't seem to be asking any questions...well, it gave Lucifer one hell of an opening to begin events. Or simply keep him talking long enough to avoid giving out any information.<strong>"Ah yes. Divination. I'm a complicated man, you see, and Divination is far too...black and white to truly understand my nuances."</strong>he chuckled softly, still playing Sympathy For The Devil languidly on his piano.<strong>"I suppose that I'll go first, since the lovely young lady has so readily offered her name."</strong>He fixed the man with a curious gaze.<strong>"Who are you? And I do not just mean your name. Who are you to this world? To this universe? Who <em>is</em> the man standing before me in a ragged coat and scruffy hair, in a place of power strong enough to drag <em>me</em> across the planet?"</strong>That was really the salient point. He wanted him to be honest...before he revealed his own identity. Assuming, of course, that that was what he asked. He'd like to keep playing with him, if possible, but being coy was beginning to bore him. Perhaps it was time that he was more upfront with who and what he was, and why the numerous casual threats that the man had made were laughable in their emptiness. The man and woman before him were strong...but they weren't<em>that</em>strong. Of that, he was quite certain.