Snippet #2409758

Darius appeared back on Earth on Fifth Avenue, amidst the rubble and dilapidated buildings that had once been famous for its class and prestige. The smoke that had transported him here thanks to Lucifer spread out around him in a fan like shape and ventilated though the cracks in the concrete, running home back to its master. Darius cast his dark eyes around the streets, taking in the sight of the once rich and beautiful New York City. Of course, he knew as soon as Lucifer had brought him down below that this would happen...it was just a matter of time before God and his lost son fought once more. Honestly, Darius had wished that he could have avoided it in his life time, but he knew that with the appearance of himself it was the perfect timing for Lucifer to rise up as well.

Darius sighed and stretch a hand back, coming his black hair back against his head before glancing down at his attire. Lucifer had chosen to adorn the body in a slim fitting dark blue three piece suit. The white undershirt stood in stark contrast to the dark shiny material, making him feel very out of place in the city of ruin. But, as the vessel of Lucifer and with the beginning of the war, he would not lower himself to wearing jeans and a t-shirt...although those were easier to move in then this tight vest. Darius did adjust the checkered tie a little, allowing himself a little breathing room as he deliberated what to do.

Lucifer warned him of the war that had broken out, so he knew he had to lay low and avoid being seen. Demons were of no worry, they would protect him...unless they had gone rouge. Though he knew he could rely on the vermin of the underworld, he would rather hold up on his won and wait Lucifer's orders. Angels, angels were the thing he needed to avoid most. The winged warriors of Heaven could not know of him until the time was right or else a man hunt for him would take precedent over the war. Hopefully Darius could remain hidden until Lucifer was ready to reveal is ultimate weapon and unleash his full powers on the Earth.

Further into the city, Darius heard the screaming cry of a greater demon entering into battle. Deciding he needed to get off the street, Darius turned his expensive shoes around and strode down the destroyed sidewalk, heading towards a building that looked somewhat in good shape. It was an older one, made of brick and steel, so it had held up during Lucifer's tantrum of natural disasters. Darius stood in front of it, gazing up at the architectural masterpiece of a building with his hands in his pockets.

"Quiet beautiful, for a mortal creation" A fox like, soothing voice spoke up from behind him. Darius barely batted an eye at the sudden appearance of the Lord of Hell, simply nodding at the comment.

"Glad this one held up, I always like the old buildings over the skyscrapers" He answered back, then glanced over his shoulder. Lucifer stood there, gazing up at the building just as Darius had. His blonde hair was slicked back not unlike Darius's, but his blue eyes couldn't be more different. They told of stories and hurt and pain unimaginable by even the oldest of beings. Darius loved and hated those eyes, because while he felt unimaginable power under their gaze, he also felt the worst sorrow deep within his core.

Lucifer flicked those eyes down to his vessel, a small smile spreading across his pale face, "I came to make sure I didn't teleport you to the wrong side of town. I looks like you found a seemingly safe hideout...I'll be back a little later to finish up some business on Earth" Lucifer spoke in a polite tone, then took a couple steps forward. Darius was never afraid of the great fallen angel, but he could see why people would be. His height was incomparable, the way he held himself screamed power. Lucifer leaned down slightly the way he did when he spoke to others, almost as if he were sharing a joke among friends.

"Do not damage that body, Darius. I will be back shortly" Though his tone was pleasant, Darius could sense the underlying anger that always seemed to burn within his lord. Darius nodded and Lucifer evaporated his illusion of himself into a cloud of hellfire smoke.

Darius turned once more for the building and quickly made his way inside. The doors were unlocked, whether be coincidence or Lucifers doing, either way he was able to safely make his way inside. The old building must have been some sort of museum, its high ceilings echoed his footsteps and carried them through the empty halls. Darius walked listlessly, wandering the hallways, his footsteps loud on the granite white tiles. He needed to sort out a plan, figure out a bunker of some kind that he could hide out before Lucifers final assault. Though that sounded easy, Darius knew that there was no way he was going to make it through this war unscathed. He was one of the final humans on Earth, no defenses and no attack power. All he had was Lucifer and the armies of Hell to protect him, though at this moment it did not seem like much.