OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

[walkingheroin]

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:

[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.

All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.

That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.

Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.

That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]

Comments

[walkingheroin]

It's a rather long story, so I won't bore you with specifics.

[Klaus' is no doubt filled with twists and turns, and he's only been around a thousand years. Lucifer was given enough and has enough creativity to fill in some of the blanks.]

I was born like any other creature, I suppose. My mother and my father got together and created a family. Considering they were all-powerful celestial beings, they simply happened to make the rest of the universe as well.

[The, ahem, big bang. Y u p.]

Life was quite pleasant for a while, until Dad decided he wanted to create something he called 'humanity.' While he focused all his attention on that, my mother grew cold, as ignored partners tend to do. They both neglected my siblings and I quite obviously, but I was the one that acted out because of it. I got booted from the house and sentenced to a life of punishment and servitude in the form of ruling Hell, and my mother stood there and watched it all happen. A few thousand years later, Dad kicked her out too, except he locked her up. I, of course, did nothing for her. She'd done nothing for me and I saw no reason to act differently.

[He'd been bitter and angry for so long that any other course of action seemed ridiculous.]

I ruled Hell, but she was any other prisoner, there to be tortured for her crimes. [He shrugs his shoulders.] Regardless, about five years ago, I decided I was done being my father's pawn. I escaped Hell, took my favorite demon along with me, and opened up a nightclub in Los Angeles.

[poppycock]

[ klaus has never given much thought to the sacrament of religion, let alone the creation of all things. surely he's heard the debates and the discussions; the discourse of centuries. he's seen the wars fought over god and creation, the empires that have risen and fallen in the name of such things. as a child he was taught of nine worlds and powerful gods, but in the end nothing had seemed quite as powerful as his mother and his father.

after he and his family were created again, such things seemed below them: the cries and uncertainties of mortal clinging to bedtime stories, in need of guidance through the darkness. they were the darkness. they were the gods. lucifer's in another world and the same story. parts of it intrigue him for different reasons: that there was a mother, that celestial beings have tiffs over so normalized an argument, and that not only was lucifer condemned to be the blackened, twisted, monstrous son, but that he was expected to be that to his mother, and he accepted, klaus would assume, with pain and anger both.

klaus traced the lip of his glass and smiles at the last of lucifer's story. ] A regular prodigal son, [ he comments blithely, and then sobers. ] It seems we were both punished, [ he intones, and pulls in a short breath, ] and then created in that image.

[walkingheroin]

[He's left out the worst bits of the story, because the devil is in the details, after all. That said, he's quite sure that just as he can fill in the blanks, so can Klaus.

After all, they're very similar, are they not? That's becoming more and more clear the longer they speak.]

Quite. [Lucifer manages a smile as well, lifting his glass toward Klaus in a quiet toast.] It seems we've both done what we can to break free from the burdens we've been forced to bear.

[poppycock]

[ they are similar. what klaus can't or doesn't fill in now, he will assume he might learn in time. klaus has rarely seen himself in others and even rarer felt kinship for it. he feels it now. however bleak those similarities and understandings are, they are all the more meaningful for it.

klaus tips his glass to that notion; that reclaiming lucifer speaks of. that piece of none-too impossible redemption. ] To gloomy millennia. [ a fitting addition to that note.

klaus thinks of his daughter. he thinks of camille and his family, and says, ] And hope, for something after.

[walkingheroin]

[Time is something Lucifer has plenty of. He can't know for sure how long he'll be in Wonderland itself, considering its tendency to whisk people to and from at a whim, but he's here for the time being.]

I'll gladly drink to that.

[He tilts his drink ever so slightly as well before taking a long sip out of it.]

Well, now that's done, we can stop with all this dreary talk, yes?

[poppycock]

[ klaus follows lucifer in the drink and then follows him again in spirit. klaus leans forward to take the bottle and top himself off. ] I couldn't agree more. What does the devil do for fun?

[walkingheroin]

Sex, drugs, rock and roll are a few of my favorites.

[He grins.]

I do like to toss around the wicked from time to time, but this place seems to be lacking in those at the moment.

[poppycock]

[ he's had his fair share of each but considers the line to be half about the cliche; not that he'd disapprove. a grin forms on his lips as well. whether it's a nod to him or otherwise... ] Oh, I'm sure, if we really wanted to find one... [ truth be told klaus has his suspicions about quite a few of wonderland's citizens. ]

Replace 'drugs' with drink—or blood—and 'rock and roll' with jazz. You have a night for me.

[walkingheroin]

It would create quite the story to make its way through Wonderland gossip, wouldn't it?

[He seems amused by the idea, though he doesn't seem inclined to act on it.]

That sounds like a satisfactory evening to me. I'll have to plan a jazz night in the future. I'll be sure to personally invite you.