<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.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>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia -- Lux Carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>After committing the Tamaranean gesture to memory - so that was where she was from; Tamaran. He would have to do his own investigations into that name in his own time - for future use, he turned his attention to the matter at hand. Whilst interesting - and whilst obviously meaning a great deal to her, if the serious expression on her face was anything to go by - it was not what was pressing right at that moment and he had to make certain that when the authorities inevitably broke his barrier and trespassed on his property, they found nothing of interest and promptly moved on and left him alone. That was the thing about the Earthling authorities; they always wanted to get involved in everybodies business, and sometimes you had to somehow prove that you were, in fact, not doing a single interesting thing whatsoever to get them to leave you to your own business to the point where sometimes you had to have a signed document stating that you were<em>allowed</em>to be standing there doing nothing. That was perhaps a little hyperbolic, true, but the point itself was salient; humans were too damn nosy for their own good sometimes. So was Lucifer, to be completely fair, but most humans didn't have abilities that even came close to being on<em>Lucifers</em>level, now did they?<br/><br/>It seemed that neither did Tamaraneans, either, judging by the visitors reaction; The young lady initially seemed almost disappointed at the lack of movement from the ship -<em>How impatient,</em>he thought with a chuckle. Did she think willing reality to rewrite itself was something that happened immediately? You had to wait for the fabric of the universe to catch up with what you were writing ahead of it on the page - and almost seemed about to say something, but she was soon cut short by the effects of his powers imposing themselves on the world around him. As he felt the world flex and and bend to his whims, as he felt the telltale sensation of the very fabric of reality warping to his desires, he could also see the wonder in her eyes. The wonder as she turned to look at him, gawking like a child seeing snow for the very first time, but there was something...else there. On the very edge of her vision, flickering at the very corners of her gaze, there was...fear. It was a small thing, quiet and understated, but as she realised just how much power he held, she of course began to feel somewhat cautious of him. No...no, fear was the wrong word. It wasn't fear, it was...hesitation, as if trying to work out if she<em>should</em>be scared or not. He very nearly sighed in disappointment; it was an obvious reaction to have, but it was a vexing one. Simply<em>having</em>this power was not a cause for concern, and yet, every time somebody figured out what he could do - even without knowing who he was - it was the same old song and dance.<br/><br/>People liked to believe that they were the centre of the universe, that they were skilled and powerful and had agency and control over their own lives. They didn't like knowing how powerless and insignificant they really were, so when somebody like him - somebody who could actually manipulate the building blocks of the universe with relative impunity - came along, they didn't like it. They didn't like the stark reminder of how preciously short their time in this Universe was, and they didn't like their face being rubbed in the fact that there existed people far more powerful than them, who could presumably exert much more influence over somebodies life than that person themselves. Whilst it wasn't terror or fear or revulsion that he saw in her face, there was a moment of uncertainty, of hesitation as she obviously attempted to work out how she should feel. He lifted an eyebrow as he completed his work, setting the ship down gently on the concrete of the parking lot, simply watching her as his sly comment faded into silence, one eyebrow raised at which way she would opt to go. He was honestly hoping that she would not decide to stick around and swallow her hesitation; she was the most interesting thing that had happened in Perth for several years, at least, and he was not quite ready to let this distraction slip through his fingers.<br/><br/>Of course, the other option was that she dropped to her knees and worshipped him. And no, before you say anything, that is<em>not</em>what he meant. He didn't mean the kinky fun kind, where it was all a game and you had the sexual rush of having somebody act subservient to you in a controlled environment. He meant the annoying kind. The praying and bowing and scraping and prostrating sorta thing that Mortals across the universe did towards Higher Powers; the kind of thing that he'd gotten fed up of being required to do towards his Father. It was so...degrading. Mortals might well be beneath him in terms of power and scope, but that didn't mean that they should be required to bend the knee to him just because he was<em>powerful.</em>That was disgusting. If you had Free Will, then you should be free to<em>exercise</em>that Free Will, without people messing around with your head and telling you what to do and how to do it. Freedom was possibly the one principle he actually held fast to; he'd had to basically enslave Demonkind to keep them in line, yes, but why do you think he retired? Because he didn't<em>want</em>to be worshipped and served anymore, because that made him a hypocrite...and hypocrisy was just another type of dishonesty.<br/><br/>Honestly, he'd considered several times just<em>leaving.</em>At full power, he wasn't even really a corporeal creature. As an Angel, he had a corporeal form that he could take, but he was much more than that. He was an<em>abstract</em>entity that existed outside of time and space. In his full glory, he could - if he so desired - create his<em>own</em>universe. He wouldn't be able to do it as quickly or efficiently as his father, of course - having been created by The Presence, he was inherently inferior in strength to said being - but he<em>could</em>do it. Several times over the course of his fifteen billion years of life he'd take holidays outside of this entire<em>Multiverse</em>just for a change of pace (and let him just say, there were some weird ones out there; one with a God shattered into sixteen pieces, one where magic required sticks and silly words, one where one of the most powerful being in existence was a man on a giant chair flying through space), so he could do it if he wanted to. And honestly, the temptation to leave this entire Multiverse to its own devices, allow his Father to play his own little game of "Make the Mortals Suck Up To Me" and make his own Creation, where people weren't required to do any of that<em>bullshit</em>was strong.<br/><br/>He couldn't do it<em>now</em>- he'd lost far too much of his power for that - but when he'd returned to his full Archangel glory...perhaps then. Even his life could come to an end, it seemed, and that...maybe that would be an interesting thing to leave behind, if that day did indeed come. He'd never created his own universe before, and he'd never taken the role of God before, and he'd never given Commandments. He could imagine it now... "The One Commandment: Thou Shalt Have No Gods." Maybe that would alleviate his boredom for a few billion years. Of course, it would take a great deal of planning to accomplish; for one, in order to create the Multiversal space necessary to begin creating individual Universes, he would have to kill Michael to release the power necessary, and he doubted that his brother would be amenable to that. Though the death would not be permanent...it also wasn't<em>pleasant,</em>so he'd have to consider how best to accomplish that feat. And then, of course, he'd have to find some kind of energy source capable of amplifying his latent abilities past their normal limits into Omnipotence, and that...that was a tall order. But hypothetically speaking, if he could align the right pieces, he<em>could</em>do it. Either way...the point was that worship annoyed him. Adulation angered him. Sycophantic brown-nosing enraged him. Anybody who demanded those things - that people prostrate themselves, dedicate themselves and debase themselves - just to make them feel good about themselves? They were not people who should be<em>respected,</em>let alone<em>worshipped,</em>and it was that damn simple.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he was not about to be disappointed - or enraged - just yet. After a moment of hesitation and consideration, she seemed to reach some form of decision, and the fear disappeared from her eyes. There was still a slight amount of hesitation, but given the level of power he'd just casually demonstrated, he couldn't blame her for being just a touch more reticent than before, especially given how they'd only just met. She had no reason to trust him not to turn on her, after all, given that they'd known each other all of ten minutes, and she had no idea what kind of planet Earth was in the first place. Of course, he had no intention of harming her - why would he? He had no reason to do so, and despite what certain PR Departments might tell you, The Devil wasn't maliciously evil unless provoked into it - but she didn't know that. He simply canted his head to one side, a small smirk playing across his features. He supposed that he could give her a few cryptic answers to puzzle over. If she got all of the answers at once, well, where would the fun be in that? Let him see her puzzle over it a little before he put her out of her misery. She seemed the curious type, and he imagined that a good mystery would keep her intrigued in him for a little longer than perhaps giving her the answers would.<br/><br/>He allowed himself a small chuckle as she cupped his face, his eyes sparkling with mirth. He could remove her grip if he so desired, but why would he? Her hands were gloriously warm to the touch, radiating with a low-key, subtle heat that warmed his face in the most wonderfully comfortable way possible, and given her inability to hurt him - he had been drained of a vast quantity of his power (which, again, was infuriating and the reason he was there in the first place), but she was still nowhere strong enough to injure him in any serious capacity, that much he could guarantee - he did not see any reason to pull away or force her to release him. He smiled playfully, one eyebrow lifting.<strong>"I'm one of a kind,"</strong>he said simply. And...well, that was true, on multiple levels. In this particular universe, he was the only Archangel. In his own universe, he was the only Archangel to rebel against Father, and the only angel who rebelled to keep their Divine powers. He wasn't the only angel, he wasn't the only Archangel, but he was the only one of him across the Multiverse, and he took great pride in that fact.<strong>"I already told you, my dear, I am not from Earth. I am not from anywhere, really, and I am the only one of me that you are ever likely to meet."</strong><br/><br/>He reached up and placed his hand on hers.<strong>"I could try to explain, but...frankly, I doubt you could ever comprehend the true extent of what I really am."</strong>He paused. That sounded...condescending, and as much as he didn't ordinarily<em>care,</em>he also didn't want to be<em>rude.</em><strong>"And to be clear, I am <em>not</em> calling you stupid. Honestly, I doubt there exists any being in this universe that truly understands my existence, myself included."</strong>That much was true, too. He had a decent grasp of it, but his nature so completely defied understanding that it even boggled his own mind sometimes. Alas, he was not omniscient, and so...there were simply some things that he did not know. It was annoying, but it couldn't be avoided. He took a step back, pulling her hand away from his cheek and slipping his hand around it, guiding her away from her starship.<strong>"I would suggest we continue this discussion in private, however,"</strong>he said, gesturing to the building behind him.<strong>"Please, do join me inside my establishment. Human authorities are on their way, and I would assume that you don't want them to find your ship or yourself before you are ready."</strong>He gestured to the ship behind her.<strong>"You need to send your ship into orbit, and we should prepare you for first contact with humans. You are going to get a great deal of attention during your stay here, after all."</strong>Oh, what fun<em>that</em>was going to be. Watching a humans reaction to her gorgeous, barely-clothed, overtly passionate and flirtatious nature? That was better than a night at the theatre, quite frankly. He'd have to pack snacks.