Real Name: Leander Ilmed
Age: 51
Race: Human, with very far back Water elf heritage.
Weight: 197 lbs
Height: 6'3''
Hair: Dark Violet
Eyes: Dark Orange
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Lucifer Fortuna
Life is an ocean, flowing with money and greed, and people draw borders, lines on maps we don't need.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SkullJester
Description
Name: Lucifer Fortuna
Real Name: Leander Ilmed
Age: 51
Race: Human, with very far back Water elf heritage.
Weight: 197 lbs
Height: 6'3''
Hair: Dark Violet
Eyes: Dark Orange
Real Name: Leander Ilmed
Age: 51
Race: Human, with very far back Water elf heritage.
Weight: 197 lbs
Height: 6'3''
Hair: Dark Violet
Eyes: Dark Orange
Personality
Lucifer is an odder sort of man. Prone to very quick mood changes. A madman and a gentleman. A deviant, a pervert, a criminal. Suave, quick-witted, and ever quicker to anger. Deep down, through all the things he has seen growing up, his sanity is slipping and even beginning to take shape. The bird that was once a rare occurrence in his life is now an almost everyday guest. Its hard to explain what kind of man Lucifer really is. The name he chose may be a hint. A dark tempter, full of empty promises and false loyalty. After all, the man used to be a pirate.
Equipment
Though he no longer has much of a use for his skills at arms now these days, he still feels naked without a blade by his side. Taking the blade from his sordid past, Bloodtide, he has hence had it reforged, now carrying it as a cane, hidden, and helping with his guise as that of an old man going feeble. 
History
Lucifer's Theme
His history is a long one indeed. Lucifer, born Leander Ilmed to the parents Issiac and Corinthea Ilmed, was a mistreated child. Not in the typical sense, his parents were kind enough. But he never thought they gave him enough. Whenever he acted out, the discipline was harsh, but fair. Still, this anger just built inside him. His homeland was bad enough, but he always knew that other children's parents did less than reputable things to get by. He didn't understand why his parents didn't. One day, when he was older, he faked his death. Later in life, once he earned his own ship, the first place his sacked was his island home, killing both of his parents. After all, they hadn't treated him well enough.
Years go by, and now he is almost half-way through his twenties. His arrogance is starting to go to his head, and the Bird makes its first appearance. It bids him to start a war with Royal Eye, the most powerful pirate in the North Sea. Lucifer loses badly. His ship. His first wound in battle. Only his most loyal men follow him to the City State of Great Reef. Here, he sets all his plans in motion, including his complete take over of the Racing Circuit, which all started with a little harpy friend, and the Armed Forces of Great Reef, thanks to the fools on the Council. With the profit and arms he collects, the city-state falls to his rule. He rebuilds it. Perfects it. All the while, using it for his darker goals. Once the people found out, he was executed...four times. His luck never ran out. Each time, it seemed they missed, just a little bit, and with his elf heritage, he healed quickly.
Eventually, he got tired of the chopper's block and the hangman's noose. He took a schooner and fled the City-State, leaving his men behind. One night though, he awoke, in a lake, outside a great city. He settled in, started up a little crime gang, made enough profit to retire mostly, but he still keeps his hands in the crime world pockets, when he can.
Since then, he has acquired a vast fortune once more, and on top of a small, highly loyal crime syndicate, he also runs a completely legitimate racing circuit. In his old age however, he has begun to invest his wealth in anything and everything, almost always at a profit, on top of holding charity events and appearing at public ceremonies, something he used to never care for...
So begins...
Lucifer Fortuna's Story
There was a knock at the door, and then without an answer, a tall, rail thin, white haired woman who seemed impossibly old came in the door. Dressed in a purple three piece suit, she seemed the stereotype of a modern business woman who never started to build a nest of her own. She looked the harpy up and down, and then in a crisp voice that seemed far too young for her elderly frame. "You're looking well, Ms. Fortuna. Or would you rather have me call you Beibhinn, as I understand you have some...complications...with my employer." It wasn't so much a question as an assumption.
"I'm here to make sure you're being taken care of. Medical check ups, birthing classes, things of that nature. I'll be your personal assistant, and your...rehab coach." She paused to let it sink in. "You can't dismiss...fire...me, but you can send me away for a period of up to twenty four hours. Otherwise, I am at your beck and call. Also, Mr. Fortuna hopes you have settled in well." She stood there, towering and frosty. Something about the way she stood made it obvious this wasn't her normal job, or even close to it.
"I'm here to make sure you're being taken care of. Medical check ups, birthing classes, things of that nature. I'll be your personal assistant, and your...rehab coach." She paused to let it sink in. "You can't dismiss...fire...me, but you can send me away for a period of up to twenty four hours. Otherwise, I am at your beck and call. Also, Mr. Fortuna hopes you have settled in well." She stood there, towering and frosty. Something about the way she stood made it obvious this wasn't her normal job, or even close to it.
Beibhinn didn't turn at first, as she was expecting the maid to come back with her meal. However, when the sharp voice of a stranger reached her ears, she jumped a little and fixed the woman with a suspicious glare through tired, baggy eyes. "If Mr. Fortuna wishes to express such sentiments, he should do it to my face." She swallowed her irritation and turned her face partially away from the woman, trying to get her emotions back in check. "Fine...but do you know anything about harpy physi...psy...anatomy?" She hadn't had real, formal education, but she still tried to fish around for more accurate terminology. This attempt left her biting at her tongue in frustration.
As her previous adopted mother had once told her, their species were practically extinct. Doctors, nutritionists, even something as simple as masseuses who understood enough about harpies to do an adequate job were far and few between. She'd grown distrustful of some of her trainers, who treated her like a common bird or even a human and yielded poor results in their work. This made her no more comfortable than those situations. Her claws clacked at the gilded window seat as she grew more paranoid of the woman's help or -- as Beibhinn saw it -- hindrance.
As her previous adopted mother had once told her, their species were practically extinct. Doctors, nutritionists, even something as simple as masseuses who understood enough about harpies to do an adequate job were far and few between. She'd grown distrustful of some of her trainers, who treated her like a common bird or even a human and yielded poor results in their work. This made her no more comfortable than those situations. Her claws clacked at the gilded window seat as she grew more paranoid of the woman's help or -- as Beibhinn saw it -- hindrance.
"Physiology? Plenty enough to make sure your doctors, when the time comes, do not botch anything up." The woman stiffened her shoulders, adjusting her posture. "As for your adoptive father, he was indisposed today. He's overseeing a rather high stakes race at the track today. He had wished to invite you but I advised against it." She then reached into her pocket and began to fiddle with some form of tablet. "You are starting your prenatal vitamins tomorrow, and yes, they're meant for harpies. Mr. Fortuna had them flown in from some country on the other side of Terra. Very expensive." A pause as the woman looked her over with sharp, piercing, cold eyes the color of dirty ice.
"Its all for the good of your child, and yourself, of course. Which is Mr. Fortuna's prime concern. Also, he wanted me to ask if you if you'd like to pick out a set of clothes of your choice, for the dinner tomorrow night. Mr. Fortuna's son arrives at 5:00pm sharp, and if you'd like to show yourself, Lucifer would prefer for you to look your best, but he leaves the decision up to you."
"Its all for the good of your child, and yourself, of course. Which is Mr. Fortuna's prime concern. Also, he wanted me to ask if you if you'd like to pick out a set of clothes of your choice, for the dinner tomorrow night. Mr. Fortuna's son arrives at 5:00pm sharp, and if you'd like to show yourself, Lucifer would prefer for you to look your best, but he leaves the decision up to you."
Beibhinn's eyes slowly drifted back towards the window and she readjusted back into a comfortable position as she half-listened to the woman speak. Like almost all the people Lucifer had hired to work around the house, she was distant and surgical in the way she spoke. The way she addressed Beibhinn. Beibhinn simply let out a sigh, her stomach turning slightly and her eyes drooping she didn't want to think about things like..."Mr. Fortuna's son." He was last person she wanted to think about, let alone see. However, she was growing more and more agitated, sitting in her room all day. She desperately wanted a distraction, something to do with herself.
"Alright...I guess I'll pick out something..." she replied softly, trying to muster up enough energy to apply herself to the task. The morning sickness woke her up early and the cravings and paranoia kept her awake.g
"Alright...I guess I'll pick out something..." she replied softly, trying to muster up enough energy to apply herself to the task. The morning sickness woke her up early and the cravings and paranoia kept her awake.g
"Like my employer stated, it's your choice on your appearance and or attendance." Another round of tapping on the tablet as the woman moved across the room. "And Mr. Fortuna's limousine has just arrived on the property. He'll be stopping in soon enough, and then I'll be taking my leave. I hope our relationship is a pleasant one Beibhinn, and, in case you were wondering, you may call me Mrs. Noonan. Or, Josephine, if you prefer."
Then, there was a knock at the door, before Beib could reply to the small act of humanity, and in stepped a mildly drunk Lucifer, a crazy look in his eyes, nodding rapidly from the woman to the door, ushering her to leave, and quickly she did. Today, he seemed to be favoring a fashion sense that favored his sea-faring days. Black and white frilled shirt with cuffs. Brightly colored, non-matching red and gold frilled pants and high, thumping, leather boots, and large brim hat on his head, and a wonderfully ridiculous petticoat, even more golden than his pantaloons. Probably made from cloth of gold. "Hello there m'daughter. How be this day treating you?" He swayed, moving towards her window and throwing it wide open with a flourish, circling around the room and doing the same to every single one.
"Feel the breeze m'dear. Smell the air. Tis a good day."
Then, there was a knock at the door, before Beib could reply to the small act of humanity, and in stepped a mildly drunk Lucifer, a crazy look in his eyes, nodding rapidly from the woman to the door, ushering her to leave, and quickly she did. Today, he seemed to be favoring a fashion sense that favored his sea-faring days. Black and white frilled shirt with cuffs. Brightly colored, non-matching red and gold frilled pants and high, thumping, leather boots, and large brim hat on his head, and a wonderfully ridiculous petticoat, even more golden than his pantaloons. Probably made from cloth of gold. "Hello there m'daughter. How be this day treating you?" He swayed, moving towards her window and throwing it wide open with a flourish, circling around the room and doing the same to every single one.
"Feel the breeze m'dear. Smell the air. Tis a good day."
Beibhinn had opened her mouth to say her goodbyes to Mrs. Noonan, but her mouth quickly snapped shut again as Lucifer strolled into the room in his crazy manner. Beibhinn closed her eyes tightly and swallowed hard as he approached, but she could smell the alcohol on him as he moved over her to open the window. She stared after him with a concerned, delicate look. Almost as if she was about to burst into tears. So many emotions were stirring around in her head, but she had absolutely no resolve for facing Lucifer today. Not at all.
Beibhinn pulled the throw blanket tighter around her frail form, trying not to shiver as the chill autumn air blew into her room. "Hello, Mr. Fortuna..." she replied softly, trying to keep her eyes at the floor.
Beibhinn pulled the throw blanket tighter around her frail form, trying not to shiver as the chill autumn air blew into her room. "Hello, Mr. Fortuna..." she replied softly, trying to keep her eyes at the floor.
"Is that all ye can say, darlin'? I must admit, a wee bit disappointed be I. Me bet on racer didn't even finish third today, and now me own estranged daughter can barely look at me." A sniffle of disgust. "Can't be claimin' I be surprised. Nah, not this old sea dog." The cool breeze did wonders to help clear his head, even if it was just a bit. The crow feet around his eyes pinched in on themselves harshly as he squinted against the harsh day's light. He'd spent most of it in his personal watch box, his crow's nest, watching the event. He'd give mostly anything to see Beib out there again, but the likeliness of that ever happening was slim, non-existent, imaginary. No, he wouldn't like it, but Lucifer accepted it for now. No sense fighting her on it even, not with the baby coming around. Maybe later.
"I be trustin' that Noonan delivered me news to ye? Me heir makes portfall on the morrow and there be a sort of...party to welcome him back. He's matured real nice, and I'll be trusting him with the keys to one of me gambling dens, the real big one. I be getting to old to run the whole show by meself anymore." He turned his head to stare at her, the purple avian on his shoulder squawking loudly in his ear, its thrill cry mis-matching the small, faint, frost thin smile on his lips.
"I be trustin' that Noonan delivered me news to ye? Me heir makes portfall on the morrow and there be a sort of...party to welcome him back. He's matured real nice, and I'll be trusting him with the keys to one of me gambling dens, the real big one. I be getting to old to run the whole show by meself anymore." He turned his head to stare at her, the purple avian on his shoulder squawking loudly in his ear, its thrill cry mis-matching the small, faint, frost thin smile on his lips.
Beibhinn closed her eyes briefly and took in a breath, trying to steady her emotions enough for the conversation. "She mentioned it briefly. I'm not sure if I'll make an appearance or not. I haven't been feeling well." The proof was in the baggy eyes, the gaunt look in her face, and the slumped position on the couch. But of course, her physical health wasn't her main concern with the "party." No, she was mainly concerned with her emotional state, and that wasn't faring any better.
Beibhinn glanced briefly at Lucifer before she allowed them to drift over his shoulder and back to the floor. "I'll see how I'm feeling by tomorrow night," she whispered quietly. She didn't know what answer he really wanted, so mostly she was fishing for his response.
Beibhinn glanced briefly at Lucifer before she allowed them to drift over his shoulder and back to the floor. "I'll see how I'm feeling by tomorrow night," she whispered quietly. She didn't know what answer he really wanted, so mostly she was fishing for his response.
"Its ya own choice, aye. I'd like ta see ya there all the same, but no pressure this time." He crossed his hands behind his back and rocked on his heels, keeping his gaze focused out the window with a chirp and a whistle. "How ya feelin' otherwise? Hows the wee babe? How be yeself?" A tad too many questions but good enough for now. He'd get a report from the doctor later, if he wasn't one of those types to stick to being all...private about there patients. Still, everyone had a price, to be extorted or paid if need be.
After she'd give her brief responses, if any at all, Lucifer would continue to rock, still whistling softly between his words. "There be lotsa food. Maybe some of your company from back in ya racing days." He didn't mention his son, for obvious reasons. It tended to set her on edge of late, and for now, he wanted to avoid it. For health reasons. He cared too deeply already for his unborn grandson.
After she'd give her brief responses, if any at all, Lucifer would continue to rock, still whistling softly between his words. "There be lotsa food. Maybe some of your company from back in ya racing days." He didn't mention his son, for obvious reasons. It tended to set her on edge of late, and for now, he wanted to avoid it. For health reasons. He cared too deeply already for his unborn grandson.
Beibhinn fidgeted slightly under her blanket before slowly nodding as she pondered over each question carefully. "I'm...I'm tired. A little nauseous...I...I guess it's fine..." she whispered quietly in response. She laid her head back against the couch and let her eyes drift back out the window as she tried to relax herself.
Her stomach growled softly at the mention of food and she began to nibble at her lower lip in thought. "Oh...? I don't really remember them anymore. I never really made any real friends." Her tone turned bitingly chill for a mere moment before she resettled into the passive, exhausted tone again. "I'll try to make an appearance, Mr. Fortuna...however briefly...I'll pick something nice out later, alright? Something the maids have to help me into..." Wings and talons didn't make for easy dressing and when left to her own devices, she ended up in what seemed like strips of cloth tied around her.
Her stomach growled softly at the mention of food and she began to nibble at her lower lip in thought. "Oh...? I don't really remember them anymore. I never really made any real friends." Her tone turned bitingly chill for a mere moment before she resettled into the passive, exhausted tone again. "I'll try to make an appearance, Mr. Fortuna...however briefly...I'll pick something nice out later, alright? Something the maids have to help me into..." Wings and talons didn't make for easy dressing and when left to her own devices, she ended up in what seemed like strips of cloth tied around her.
"Ya don't be having ta make yerself uncomfortable on me own behalf, Beib. Not while yer in that condition. Health and comfort first. And I be glad to hearin' that yer fine, overall. I arranged yer first major checkup for the day after tomorrow, and yer rehab coach, the Noonan lady, will have some herbs to help flush that poison from ye veins, when yer feeling up to it. Ye might be having to go cold turkey completely, what with the wee babe and all." No telling how the medicine, however natural, would react with a child inside its body.
"Ye know yer allowed to walk the grounds and such. Go anywhere as long as ye have a chaperon off the property. Ye can go to the pool, the fountain, the garden, the hedge maze. Ye don't have to coop yerself up in this room all day, like ye have been." Truly, Lucifer wanted to create a better home for her this time, for no other reason than for her to stay after the child was born. Not that she'd have a choice in the matter anyway, at least not one that would be good for her child. "Yer exercises start soon, today if ye'd like them to." He let it linger once more, wanted it all to sink in.
"Ye know yer allowed to walk the grounds and such. Go anywhere as long as ye have a chaperon off the property. Ye can go to the pool, the fountain, the garden, the hedge maze. Ye don't have to coop yerself up in this room all day, like ye have been." Truly, Lucifer wanted to create a better home for her this time, for no other reason than for her to stay after the child was born. Not that she'd have a choice in the matter anyway, at least not one that would be good for her child. "Yer exercises start soon, today if ye'd like them to." He let it linger once more, wanted it all to sink in.
Beibhinn listened silently, watching the birds flit around outside as he spoke, tuning him out slightly. It didn't much matter what the content was anymore, the sound of his voice put on her on edge, made her more anxious than she already was. She shivered as another chill wind blew in through the windows and clutched the blanket closer around herself. "Maybe later...I just want to rest for a while, Mr. Fortuna."
No matter how she tried, Beibhinn couldn't quite get herself to come to terms with everything that had brought her to this moment. Lucifer hovering over her like an actual parent, pregnant, drugs floating around in her system and clogging her thoughts, him coming home...It was too much, all of it. She desperately wanted to pretend that her life hadn't changed at all, at least then she'd know what to expect each moment of the day. But now...Beibhinn let out a haggard sigh as she tried to pull the window she laid under shut again. "Maybe in a few days, when I've...settled back in more."
No matter how she tried, Beibhinn couldn't quite get herself to come to terms with everything that had brought her to this moment. Lucifer hovering over her like an actual parent, pregnant, drugs floating around in her system and clogging her thoughts, him coming home...It was too much, all of it. She desperately wanted to pretend that her life hadn't changed at all, at least then she'd know what to expect each moment of the day. But now...Beibhinn let out a haggard sigh as she tried to pull the window she laid under shut again. "Maybe in a few days, when I've...settled back in more."
"Call me a broken record, but I be sayin' its all up to yer preference again. I not be forcing a thing on ya that isn't for yet own good or the chicks. Baby. What do ye call a baby harpy, really?" He asked the question to no one in particular, and truthfully, he didn't get an answer. From the corner of his eye, he saw her efforts and decided to close it for her, now standing directly beside her, if just for a few seconds. The violet man moved away quickly, and a loud pop of his knee joint broke the silence. His body was getting...old. There was no stopping that. Inherited life spans only kept a man from dying by the hands of another or himself, not from natural causes...And life was getting...boring.
"If ye be wondering what me plans are for all of this. You, the babe, Harb, me business, me fortune, all of it, well...Ye will never be forgiving me, and I don't want ye too. Ye'd be weak for doing it." A hand on her head, soothing her slightly agitated mohawk back down. "But I'd be leaving ye something aside from the aforementioned agreements to ye. The house. For ye and yer child. Would ye like that Beib? Or do ye want nothing to do with this place?" Luci's stare was like that of a Catholic priest of Earth, even if neither of them knew what that meant.
Harsh. Judgmental. Damning. Intense. Powerful.
"If ye be wondering what me plans are for all of this. You, the babe, Harb, me business, me fortune, all of it, well...Ye will never be forgiving me, and I don't want ye too. Ye'd be weak for doing it." A hand on her head, soothing her slightly agitated mohawk back down. "But I'd be leaving ye something aside from the aforementioned agreements to ye. The house. For ye and yer child. Would ye like that Beib? Or do ye want nothing to do with this place?" Luci's stare was like that of a Catholic priest of Earth, even if neither of them knew what that meant.
Harsh. Judgmental. Damning. Intense. Powerful.
Beibhinn instinctively jerked away from his hand slightly, but she stopped herself partway and allowed him the physical touch. He was the only one left that gave her little tokens of affection, after all, no matter how emotionless or selfish they really were. Her eyes closed as she felt warmth slowly ebbing back around her as the wind stopped stealing the heat from her body.
She didn't respond to his question for a while, though she did briefly open her eyes to get a glance at his expression. She could feel his eyes digging into her and it was almost enough to cause her eyes to water a little. She swallowed and forced a yawn before nodding uncertainly. "Th...Thank you. Mr. Fortuna. I have no other home to live in...after all." Her previous adopted mother's house had "mysteriously" burned to the ground shortly after "Momma" and "Uncle" disappeared from the face of the planet. Honestly, the decor wasn't so terribly different from that home, either. They both had an air of wealth, elegance, luxury...All things that she'd grown attached to, despite how alien they made her feel.
She didn't respond to his question for a while, though she did briefly open her eyes to get a glance at his expression. She could feel his eyes digging into her and it was almost enough to cause her eyes to water a little. She swallowed and forced a yawn before nodding uncertainly. "Th...Thank you. Mr. Fortuna. I have no other home to live in...after all." Her previous adopted mother's house had "mysteriously" burned to the ground shortly after "Momma" and "Uncle" disappeared from the face of the planet. Honestly, the decor wasn't so terribly different from that home, either. They both had an air of wealth, elegance, luxury...All things that she'd grown attached to, despite how alien they made her feel.
"Yer thanks be appreciated, I assure ya." He ran his hand through her hair feathers one more time before withdrawing his hand, his attention turning to the room's phone. It hadn't rung, but Lucifer picked it up anyway, dialing in the number to the kitchen. "Oy, chef. I be wanting some food brought up to Beib's room. Bring me an extra limey, extra tequila-y margarita, a wild mushroom risotto, and whatever fresh fish ye got in today. Oh, and a grapefruit." He'd then turn to the harpy. "Anything ye be in the mood for? I got him on hold for a minute."
He'd give her time to respond, thinking over some of his plans in his head. In truth, it was swarming with possibilities. This month was a record month for his accountant, as all the books, even the less than legal ones, came out in the green, only one breaking even. None in the red. All of his investments were paying off, one in particular in triplicate. Still...it was just more money. Something he wasn't short on...and truly wasn't sure if he wanted anymore. Gold was one thing, it had a weight to it, but this world ran on that damned digital currency...
He'd give her time to respond, thinking over some of his plans in his head. In truth, it was swarming with possibilities. This month was a record month for his accountant, as all the books, even the less than legal ones, came out in the green, only one breaking even. None in the red. All of his investments were paying off, one in particular in triplicate. Still...it was just more money. Something he wasn't short on...and truly wasn't sure if he wanted anymore. Gold was one thing, it had a weight to it, but this world ran on that damned digital currency...
Beibhinn sunk farther into the cough and resnuggled herself into the throw, trying not to dwell on anything he said. All of it made her feel...anxious, on edge. She half wanted to fling herself out the window and fly away, but no...No, that wasn't an option anymore. Her attempts to flee had stacked up against her and now her only choice was to stay in this home. No mater how he turned her stomach, no matter how hard she wished to be free...
"One of the maids should have already delivered him an order for me...I'm sure he's already received it." She reached a taloned hand up to her head and smoothed her hair down a little bit more. Something made her miss the touch...or perhaps she just wanted to wipe his slime from her hair. "So, I should be fine..."
"One of the maids should have already delivered him an order for me...I'm sure he's already received it." She reached a taloned hand up to her head and smoothed her hair down a little bit more. Something made her miss the touch...or perhaps she just wanted to wipe his slime from her hair. "So, I should be fine..."
"Well, if that be the case, I'll just be hanging up then. Bye bye food-man." He chortled, practically throwing the phone down before twirling back around, looking for something to sit down before finally just saying "Fuck it merrily!" and thumping onto the floor with a half smile, half grimace of a man too old to be acting so rough with his own body. After his head cleared, Luci ran a hand across his beard, as if debating something. He was piling so much on her at once, but, aye, it all needed to be said at some point or anything.
"I want you ta talk to me, Beibhinn. About what ya did after ye ran off. I won't be asking for names or address, I already be having people scour the slums for information for me. I just be wanting to know...do ya have any idea who the father be? Do ye know what drugs ye be on, cause there ain't no use for a blood test or a lie detector, I be knowing ye hooked on something." There was the slightest bit of mirth in his voice as he looked up at her, his amber-orange eyes shimmering. "And I be knowing this could be hard on ye to open up about, but...eh...call me concerned and curious. Most sincerely."
"I want you ta talk to me, Beibhinn. About what ya did after ye ran off. I won't be asking for names or address, I already be having people scour the slums for information for me. I just be wanting to know...do ya have any idea who the father be? Do ye know what drugs ye be on, cause there ain't no use for a blood test or a lie detector, I be knowing ye hooked on something." There was the slightest bit of mirth in his voice as he looked up at her, his amber-orange eyes shimmering. "And I be knowing this could be hard on ye to open up about, but...eh...call me concerned and curious. Most sincerely."
Beibhinn slowly turned her face to his direction, her eyes deadening as she simply thought over how she could answer the questions to any degree of certainty. She finally let her eyes drop back to the floor as she took a deep breath. "Everyone I lived with on the streets...are either dead or caught up in gang, prostitution ring, or drug cartel. I tried to ease into one, and it didn't end well. The person who offered me the...job was cruel. Manipulative. He didn't care about any of us, least of all his 'exotic pet.' I traded sexual favors for food and shelter, so no. I don't know who the father is. I couldn't even give you a list shorter than ten names."
Her face turned to one of disgust and spite just before she swiveled it back to the window. The bright red mohawk raised against her pale white feathers was her only expression to him now. "I don't know what drug or drugs I was on. I doubt I was supposed to. I only even found out when I told him I wanted to leave. I only knew when I was hooked!" She spat the last word like a curse and burrowed farther into the blanket as if seeking escape.
Her face turned to one of disgust and spite just before she swiveled it back to the window. The bright red mohawk raised against her pale white feathers was her only expression to him now. "I don't know what drug or drugs I was on. I doubt I was supposed to. I only even found out when I told him I wanted to leave. I only knew when I was hooked!" She spat the last word like a curse and burrowed farther into the blanket as if seeking escape.
Lucifer let it all sink in for just a moment. Something that made Lucifer as dangerous as he was, was the fact that his face could never be read accurately. Anger could be disguised as mirth. Fear and giddy excitement. Happiness as despair. But he didn't even try to hide it this time. He was furious. For a moment, the Slums appeared in his head, blazing, on fire, screams billowing forth like dark black smoke, and that alone brought a smile, if bitter and brief. It reminded him of his island home, on another world, and he would bring it full circle once again. Perhaps as his parting gift to the world on his death bed. A new grudge was born onto his heart.
"Thank you for telling me Beib. Must've been hard, I understand that better than ye know." Lucifer then did not understand the feeling that came over him. It was like a rock, cold and hard, sitting in his stomach. The anger flew out of him and something else crept in, and he wasn't familiar with it...Little did he know, it was pity. And a tinge of guilt, however absurd that was. No. That would be his final gift to the world as Lucifer Fortuna. A grand funeral pyre. Even if it took years, because, well, who knew when he'd die.
They'd sit in silence for a long time, or however long it'd take for Beib to be the one to break the silence. Lucifer was lost in thought, fury, gleeful and radiant, along with melancholy for his own personal failure as a father...even if he would not admit it.
"Thank you for telling me Beib. Must've been hard, I understand that better than ye know." Lucifer then did not understand the feeling that came over him. It was like a rock, cold and hard, sitting in his stomach. The anger flew out of him and something else crept in, and he wasn't familiar with it...Little did he know, it was pity. And a tinge of guilt, however absurd that was. No. That would be his final gift to the world as Lucifer Fortuna. A grand funeral pyre. Even if it took years, because, well, who knew when he'd die.
They'd sit in silence for a long time, or however long it'd take for Beib to be the one to break the silence. Lucifer was lost in thought, fury, gleeful and radiant, along with melancholy for his own personal failure as a father...even if he would not admit it.
Beibhinn swallowed down her bitterness at his words. As if he could understand even the smallest bit of what she felt...? Everything that she'd been through, all since she'd first laid eyes on him all those years ago...She bit her tongue angrily, her eyes beginning to well up with hot tears of anger. She blamed him for all of it, every last terrible thing that had happened to her or those she cared about...It all had to be blamed on him, she was innocent, after all...
She let the silence simmer, allowing her emotions to wrestle and entangle themselves as she tried to think of something, anything to make the pains go away. Anything at all...to make anxiety cease, the pounding in her head to quiet. She couldn't make anything surface, though...Nothing practical, so she just bottled up her emotions again, like she had for the past three years. Hidden and stuff deep down inside where he couldn't use them to hurt her.
The only interruption to their private thoughts would be the return of the maid with their food.
She let the silence simmer, allowing her emotions to wrestle and entangle themselves as she tried to think of something, anything to make the pains go away. Anything at all...to make anxiety cease, the pounding in her head to quiet. She couldn't make anything surface, though...Nothing practical, so she just bottled up her emotions again, like she had for the past three years. Hidden and stuff deep down inside where he couldn't use them to hurt her.
The only interruption to their private thoughts would be the return of the maid with their food.