Lucifer_Elohim

@_nobody_: Dying again? You resurrecting types...

@charlemagne: "That's what I thought you would say.."Lucifer smiled a bit more, knowing he caught LeBeau's intrigue. The prince of lies was actually speaking the truth this time, though his tone sounded as elusive as always. "Your parents had a daughter LeBeau, months after you were born. They were so happy to have both a girl and a boy. But...I always come to collect what is mine. As I said before Charles, your father was clever. Yet he didn't specify what I would get in return for your genesis of superiority.."

Lucifer pulled out a unlabeled cigarette, igniting on it's own as always. "So I chose for him. Since you were part of a previous bargain, I couldn't take you as payment. So I visited your mother and father the day she was born...And I took her. Your mother only got to hold her once, Charles. Your father only caught a small glimpse." Satan paused to take a drag, smoke bellowed from his nostrils.

"Where she is now and what has become of her, is currently not of your concern."

@charlemagne: There it was, arrogance. Beautiful poison that even the titans are infected with. LeBeau would find no reply to religious banter from Lucifer, it was not his business or duty to act like a lesser. Only a smirk curled at the edge of lips as he ranted for a moment, taking the time to sip his beverage once more until the presentation of self pride was finished. "Yes, it's as if I asked what you think."

Satan turned finally to face the young soul, golden eyes locking with his.

"Doctor LeBeau, your brilliant father. Born brilliant, raised for brilliance to do brilliant things. But...Not brilliant enough. His obsession rang out to me like most souls do, but some like in your father's case was...Much louder. So I chose to visit him. Knowing out of his obsession I would gain some sort of gem from the experience.

You see Charles. I touched your father's mind and bestowed him with the intellect capable of solving the genetic puzzle...You were the solution to it. So in a way, I am responsible for your perfection..No need to thank me."

Lucifer turned back around, knowing LeBeau would be ready to unsheathe that impressive wit once more. But Lucifer spoke quickly after gazing towards the flame again. "But that's trivial. My question for you is...What do you know of your sister?"

@charlemagne: Ah well.

@charlemagne:

"Oh, you mustn't worry. We have plenty of time..." Lucifer looked over to the grandfather clock across the room, seemingly halted. The devil had frozen time, just for them to chat. What would seem like however long to them would only be a moment for the rest of the world. "You forget yourself Charles. I'm the Devil, not some debate partner. The last time I bothered to have a debate was with the lord, I assume you would understand that a few thousand years makes a battle of wits as you say, sound so dull."

"But let's cut to the chase, shall we? Let's talk about your father..."

@charlemagne:

"..." Lucifer took another sip of his drink, not even turning around and facing LeBeau, those golden eyes of his were still gazing at the flames. "Do you know why I am here, Charlemagne? I would be most entertained if you were to take a guess. Or I could properly introduce myself and skip the back and forth, either way I have an eternity to spend so by all means take your time to choose.."

• Offered a deal with Doctor Davet Saint LeBeau much before Charlemagne was even born. The nature of the deal is unknown however.

@charlemagne:

Lucifer soared silently just over the coast, trailing his fingers on the surface of the water. Angelic wings were always the most silent of flying appendages. Even when in full motion they were as silent as the grave.

The nude prince of lies, the Devil, landed upon the stone balcony of this structured sanctum of history. His wings had vanished all while a fine black suit materialized over his perfect frame.

Lucifer walked towards the balcony doors, opening them with but a blink of his golden hued eyes. Fine and polished shoes tapping quietly on the fine stone flooring. Lucifer willed his presence to be noticed, like a cold chill down a spine.

It was time to visit one of his works in progress. A child that he sat with when he was reading fine literature. The boy would not remember of course, so was the will of Lucifer. But he never intervened, just observed the mortal grow into an avatar of hatred. Charlemagne LeBeau.

A martini was in his hand quite suddenly, standing in front of the unlit fireplace. With one sip of the drink, and flames engulfed the wood inside. And Satan waited, for the boy all grown up to indulge the curiosity of who stood in his abode.

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