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Lucifer Morningstar ([personal profile] retiredfromhell) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-07-15 01:41 pm

text & later audio

[ Back home Lucifer didn't even own a cell phone. For all that he was on top of all things cultural and even technological he shunned the culture of cell phones and as such he didn't bother.

Here in Hadriel he'd had one of the infernal devices foisted off on him but, aside from some trolling of his own across the network he'd never bothered with initiating a communication.

Apparently that made him a prime trolling target. Because at some point during these misfire days, a text got blasted across the network, originating from the device of one Lucifer Morningstar. ]


I'd like to purchase your soul, what do you feel is a fair market value?

[ At some point after the text went out, whether due to Lucifer noticing it himself or (more likely) as a result of someone telling him where to shove 'his' offer, the Lord of Hell's dulcet tones came across the network.

By dulcet we mean richly accented but managing to sound an odd combination of resigned and childish at the same time. ]


For the LAST time. I DO NOT buy souls! That's not how Hell works. It's like the damn goats, when I figure out where the rumor started I swear I'm going ...

[ Sorry Hadriel, the audio cuts out before he can share his plans with you. ]
strangelic: (b: can't help)

[personal profile] strangelic 2016-07-30 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh you sneaky devil, you.

There's something in Lucifer's expression that influences Castiel into accepting the change of subject, even though it comes back to the Winchesters, to humanity. It's not directly about them, per se, but there's room for it to turn that way. They are, after all, the members of the species that he's closest in contact with.

He hums softly.
]

I watched them grow. Right from the beginning, I was there when they coalesced. When they grew their first eyes, and their first legs. I could only marvel at our Father's plan for them. How could they do all the things he promised that they would?

[ He paused, thoughtful. ]

You're right. I do admire them. They are such...such bright, clever little specks. We were supposed to guide them, and protect them, but who was protecting them from us?