- let it go, let it go -

[dissemble]

Who: Lucifer and you.
Where: Out and about.
When: When and ever.
Rating: Currently for everyone! I will update this as require. Be aware that there will be talk of Lucifer encouraging people to do terrible things.
Summary: Lucifer craves- the downfall of humanity, among other things.
The Story:

[If there were ever a time when Lucifer would have rolled his eyes and given up tolerating this sad excuse for a world, it would have been now. Wonderland was small, comparatively speaking, and while he had heard all damage was quickly mended, it might feel nice to set all life dying in a solid block of ice.

But for one thing- Michael.

Instead, Lucifer turned to the other inhabitants. Browsing through their thoughts to see if there were any desires he could encourage to the point of self-destruction. Not as satisfying, but less likely to bring his brother's wrath down upon himself.

His desires regarding Michael were another thing entirely- and not something he necessarily wanted to contemplate here.]

[ooc: If your character needs a push to follow their darker desires, Lucifer can find them and gently encourage them that way. 8D]

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[first_demon]

[She found him in the garden, an interesting play back to her own life, but she didn't think about that. Instead, she was entirely focused on the craving inside of her, the utter need to feel loved and validated by her father.]

Father... [she approaches him slowly, still frightened of him.] Have I made you proud, father? Have I done well in serving you?

[dissemble]

[There are times when Lucifer almost cannot contain his revulsion towards the creatures he has made. It is to be expected- they are everything wrong and broken in humanity taken to the extreme- but when his daughter approaches today he wonders if things would be easier if he just destroyed all his children and started again.

Of course, he doesn't. Instead he smiles sadly at her, extending his hands.]

You've been listening to Crowley.

[first_demon]

[It's the first time he has said his name since arriving. It triggers a protective feeling in her, even amongst her want for affection. Crowley was precious to her, perhaps in a way her father could never near. He had served at her right hand far longer than anyone. She trusted him completely. Something that couldn't be said for Lucifer.]

Not on this occasion. On others, yes. His advice is good.

[dissemble]

He wouldn't have risen to power in hell if that weren't so.

[He keeps his tone free of all menace regarding Crowley, watching her curiously.]

Crowley understands many things, except one. He cannot imagine that I would be a merciful and loving father.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey's already stepping down the darker path, slow cautious footsteps but he really does care for Lilith. He cares for all the down and out outcasted creatures, from Abby to Lilith to...

It shows, it can't help but show. That sin craving is still there however.

Sitting on the grass outside watching the sun set he's fighting the urge to light the place on fire. To scream, to do something.

Sleep perhaps.]

[dissemble]

[Lucifer is sitting there with him. Did he simply appear, or has he been there all along? Who knows.]

What was your life like before you met my daughter?

[evilhandissues]

[Wait. wait. What. Where did he come from?...Demons. He'll never get used to them looking...normal.]

It was fine.

[Lies.] It's considerably better with her here, but what can you do.

[dissemble]

[Wow. Wow excuse you. Lucifer is no crummy demon.

But he keeps a pleasant smile on, his voice light-] If you lie to me again, you will regret it.

[thepointisdolphins]

[Crowley was dead when Lucifer (re)appeared in Wonderland, and after that he was a bit preoccupied with--well, coming back to life and all the bullshit that comes with it--so it took him a few days to notice that A Certain Presence had crept back into Wonderland.]

[And it's really just all he needs now, like, wow, it's not enough that he got himself messily murdered, now he has to deal with his Boss From Another Universe all over again. Like it wasn't loads of fun the first time around; like it isn't already loads of fun with Michael popping in to ruin his day every now and then.]

[Normally he would avoid Lucifer, because he's not technically his boss, and Crowley is perfectly entitled. The last Lucifer who was here didn't seem particularly keen on him, anyway--maybe the Morning Star wants to be alone in the Fallen Angel club, who knows--and it's just generally always a good idea to try and keep the Devil from noticing you.]

[Then this event comes along and, well. It's the goddamn icing on the cake, isn't it?]

[He's craving sin like nobody's business, of the darker variety than usual, and he's been trying to distract himself by staying absolutely sloshed, but eventually he can't help himself. He lets himself be drawn toward that presence, like it's a black hole in Wonderland.]

[He just hopes he doesn't end up having to talk to this Lucifer. He sick and tired of explaining how their different worlds work over and over.]

[dissemble]

[Lucifer is sitting on the beach, taking in a sunset. The Crowley approaching is not the one he'd really like to speak with, but it is fitting that the demon from another world would come to make his introductions all the same.

He doesn't look around.] Take a seat- Crowley, isn't it?

[thepointisdolphins]

[G--Sa--Someone, he even already knows his name. Of course he does. A fresh wave of terror rolls over him, but he sits obediently. Several feet away from Lucifer and not looking at him. But he's there and listening, and he wants...]

[He wants orders. It's funny. It's not exactly something he'd ever in a million years consider himself to actually want, but...some things you just can't change.]

Yes, er--not the one you're...familiar with, of course, but I'm sure you know that...

[dissemble]

You're from the same place as Adam.

[An interesting universe, from what he can tell from their memories.]

[naturalbornleader]

[Being a teenage girl with a life that would put most Lifetime Network movies to shame, Krissy craves a lot of things. A family, acceptance from others, and acknowledgment that she's mature enough to run her own life are some pretty major, and fairly normal, ones. Yet the three of them - even combined together - don't math the one thing she craves the absolute most.

Violence.

Not just mindless rage, of course. She doesn't want to just hurt anyone, or anything, that crosses her path. No, her violence stems from a different source. It's the drive of a hunter. The desire to kill monsters before they can kill others. The desire to keep people safe even if it means risking her own life to do it.

In Wonderland, she's had to keep that urge tightly under wraps. The supposed 'truce' between monsters and humanity here has forced her to bite her tongue and keep her weapons in check. She's done fine with it so far and has discovered, much to her surprise, that not all those classified as monsters are necessarily bad.

But today she's finding it more and more difficult to keep that in mind. It began almost like an itch that she couldn't quite scratch and has only gotten worse as the day has dragged on until, finally, she's decided that the best way to handle it is to get away. Not because she's afraid she'll hurt someone who doesn't deserve it, really, as much as she doesn't want to be the one responsible for breaking the ceasefire that governs them all.

So she heads out of the mansion, toward the forest, with the intention of just staying away from everyone until whatever is going on finally stops.

And, of course, that's exactly when she runs into Lucifer.

Or, rather, when he appears out of freaking thin air. Whatever the semantics, the end result is the same. One minute she's heading into the forest and the next she's coming to a complete stop and is face-to-face with the Devil. Her stomach giving a slight churn as she realizes that things have just gone from bad to exponentially worse, and her reaction is best summed up by words that escape her lips on a soft sigh.]

Thanks, Wonderland. Just... thanks.

[dissemble]

[Petty revenge is below Lucifer. His anger earlier had been directed at Michael, who should have known better. The girl was below his notice, naturally.

But the influence of Famine is getting even to him, and he can't help checking in with her to see how she is being affected. The answer was surprising.]

Having a bad day?

[naturalbornleader]

[Krissy doesn't pretend she understands the whole Lucifer and Michael situation. She doesn't have siblings of her own so she has absolutely no basis of comparison and something tells her, even if she did have a brother or sister, she still wouldn't really get it. What she does know, however, what she understands with crystal clarity without need for anyone to explain it to her, is that having Lucifer focused directly on her for any reason is not a good thing.

She needs to get away from him. Now. Before she does something she's really going to regret. Like trying to take on the Devil with nothing more than a knife and two guns.

The problem is, he seems interested in talking. And for reasons Krissy can't quite put into words, she decides rather than turning on her heel and heading away from him, to answer his question instead. She's torn between fear and irritation. Being a teenager, the latter wins out for the time being, although just barely.]

No. I'm fine. Just peachy, in fact. I always greet people by sarcastically thanking Wonderland. It's all the rage.

[Her voice sounds tight but the bite to her words is still present. That's probably not a good thing but that desire to hunt, to fight, to kill is starting to override her common sense.

Screw it. Today is as good of a day to die as any other.]

[dissemble]

[His eyebrow rise, apparently surprised at the attitude coming from the girl. ]

Speaking of rage... [Do you want to talk about it, little girl? Let Lucifer how you feel.]

[grewuphuman]

[Up until now, Adam hasn't minded the things Wonderland has done to him. Turning older for a bit, having places break into literal pieces, even having brilliant ideas that aren't all that brilliant - those are all well and good and, ultimately, fixable. Even thinking he's better than anyone else, as long as he can remain in control and not act on his feelings, is fine.

But this? This burning desire he has to either destroy humanity or protect it at all costs? What's worse, the fact that he's not positive he can keep himself from acting on one of the two impulses? He doesn't like it, not one little bit.

He also can't seem to help it. Everywhere he looks, he's either confronted with evidence that humanity is a weak, screwed up pile of junk that needs to be started all over and led by him, or he sees non-humans who are meddling and wants to stop them. Either way, things aren't going to end well for someone and Adam, frankly, doesn't want to be responsible for that.

Hoping that getting away from the mansion, from all of the people, might help, Adam heads to the beach. Of course, he finds out pretty quickly that he isn't alone there... at least, not until he simply wills the humans present to get away from him. And okay, so maybe sending humans fleeing in a singular direction, away from the beach, terrified of something they can't even put into words, isn't the best way to make them leave but it does the trick.

And now, with the beach finally free of people, Adam sits down in the sand and breathes a sigh of relief. The desire is still there, churning and building inside of him, but at least without humans around he can mostly ignore it.

Mostly.]

[camebefore]

[One of those minds that Lucifer may have touched on was Hannibal Lecter's, the younger one. Among the average human, his was complicated. The outlay of it was a memory palace. A sprawling architecture, everything within tied to a memory of his. It made it easy to touch a vase and be brought back to anything else he may have associated with it.]

[His conscious thoughts ran on multiple tracks, speeding along without much of a halt despite whatever was going on around him. One of those existed only to amuse him. Those trains of thought were slowly becoming unsteady thanks to the work of Wonderland. He suspected he was going insane, but that didn't particularly bother Hannibal.]

[What he did care about was removing the presence of the 'other' Hannibal and perhaps Will Graham as well. Phil Coulson swirled in there somewhere, the young man left unsure on what to do with him. Coulson was a pawn held in hand that could become a knight or a problem.]

[dissemble]

Seems like a lot of problems to deal with.

[Lucifer appeared, or maybe he had been present awhile and kept Hannibal from noticing. Either way, he stands next to the young man, arms folded seriously.

Problems were problematic. They needed serious responses to ensure they were dealt with properly. Lucifer might not be in the mood for solving his own problems, but encouraging others to solve their own could certainly be a rewarding experience.]

[camebefore]

[Having someone sneak up on him (or so Hannibal assumes Lucifer did) wasn't an experience Hannibal had often. What would have been a startle in another person manifested as a twitch in Hannibal even though his heart races a few beats.]

There are always problems that require dealing with.

[He shifted a little uneasily in his seat. Does he believe this is the real Satan? No. But still...]

I'm surprised to see you here. I would think you would have better things to be doing than bothering with me.

[dissemble]

In Wonderland? There isn't much to do. I'm held in check by my brother, Michael.

[Rather, he is feeling the urge to stay on his good side. But thats' the same thing, right?]

[goesdown]

[ Crowley's still not sure exactly what his cravings are, but he can tell at least somewhat that he's been acting like a mad man. It's frustrating to say the least and he almost thinks he must be craving bloody humiliation when he comes across Lucifer in the hall and stands there gaping instead of running away.

He should run. He should run now.

No, he must be craving his own death.

Saying something doesn't seem to be an option, but then he's sure that Lucifer must know he's there as he stands there staring. ]

[dissemble]

[Knowing that back home there is only the Cage and his brother to look forward to, Lucifer has been taking things easy here. He's felt Crowley hiding around the edges of his perception and hasn't bothered to pursue him, beause it was really only going to be a matter of time before his son messed up and ran into him.

Like now.

Lucifer smiles.] Hello, Crowley. It's been a while.

[goesdown]

Has it? Time's so relative, isn't it?

[ He should back away.

He should back away, but his feet are frozen in their places on the ground. He's going to die and his only consolation is that he has a few deaths left here before whatever comes after. ]

I guess it has been a while. H-how are you?

[dissemble]

I'm doing well. Enjoying the break from the cage, and catching up with old friends. You know how it is.

[Is he walking towards you? He's walking towards you.]

How's Earth?