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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Sol Avenue and Lady Une Drive
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
Beibhinn at first attempted to cling onto the prone guard's body, a soft choking sound and clacking pushing past her mouth as she was scooped up as easily as a child. The hollow bones throughout her body made her an easy burden to bear. She curled up into herself, her talons pulled up to her mouth and her clawed feet curling up. She shook like a leaf, small spastic movements bursting from her as she was carried. Most of her noises were now indistinguishable, but an occasional sob sounded like names or places.
"No more..." was another common phrase to mumble out from her. Along with "Let me..." Her black eyes hadn't found his again, simply roaming aimlessly around the area.
"No more..." was another common phrase to mumble out from her. Along with "Let me..." Her black eyes hadn't found his again, simply roaming aimlessly around the area.
With a quick tilt of his head, Luci would beckon towards his front doors, massive and stone, same as the white marble every where else in his compound. "Get those for me would you, Kvan? The more you help out, the more hard gold I'll be throwin' at ya feet." He was starting to slip back into his sea-faring drawl, mostly because he didn't care anymore. No one here he had to impress. This world's Beib would be more comfortable anyway. This was how he'd always spoken to her anyway. The ever present manifestation of insanity on his shoulder would lay a wing across her head, cooing softly. To this day, only he could see it, and only he ever would. It was a figment of his own mind, and for once, it wasn't whispering an alien tongue to him, this time silent and macabre.
With easy movements, Kvan drifted into the air. He was lazy about it, hardly doing much more then just falling up with his arms out for balance, but it brought him to the doors well before the house's owner. Despite the fact that he was being treated more as a butler or crew member to this man and not a captain himself, Kvan kept his mouth shut. There were more paydays to be had here, he jut had to find out a few more things. Entryways, exits, ways to get in without a commotion and steal what he could. It might not have been appropriate to already be looking for ways to take all that wasn't nailed down, but he did so anyways.
"Nice place. How long were you a captain?" he asked, his own accent changing between two different dialects as he spoke. One was similar to Lucifer's, the other was his native accent, thicker on the soft consonant sounds.
"Nice place. How long were you a captain?" he asked, his own accent changing between two different dialects as he spoke. One was similar to Lucifer's, the other was his native accent, thicker on the soft consonant sounds.
A talon struck out and grasped onto Lucifer's shirt with a gasp before her eyes lolled backwards and it dropped again. She focused on Kvan for a while with a soft chirping before thrashing weakly again. "Nomorenomnore, Vi..." she mumbled as the mohawk raised again. She made as if to pull herself out of Lucifer's arms and fly, but fell back almost lifelessly under her own weight. The blackness in her eyes seemed to dim for a moment, the smallest tinge of yellow light peeking through before she closed them with a soft sigh of anxiety.
"Let me go, let me go..." No shriek, but a begging.
"Let me go, let me go..." No shriek, but a begging.
Vi. A name, or a moniker, something of the sort. He'd memorize it for later. Get people to ask around, find out who or what it was. If they were in anyway connected to these bruises, burns, cuts, this mental break down, nothing would save them, even if it cost Luci every single ingot of gold and every ounce of silver, every copper penny and digital credit. No. He'd found out one way or anything. Leading Kvan into the foyer, a simple enough of an entry room with black and gold tiles, a lush violet carpet shrugged across the floor, he'd lay Hinn down on a nearby lounge couch, his bird staying close by her, chirping softly, its wing still resting softly over the harpy's eyes.
"Aye, I twas a captain for a good few years. Got me own ship when I was young, about fourteen if I remember my numbers right. Had the same ship and then some from then until I was about, oh, into me thirties. A long time ago, and very far away that all was." He looked back at the weak creature his Beib had become with a disgusted but concerned frown. "Now, what be ye thinking about fer ya reward, young sky sailor?"
"Aye, I twas a captain for a good few years. Got me own ship when I was young, about fourteen if I remember my numbers right. Had the same ship and then some from then until I was about, oh, into me thirties. A long time ago, and very far away that all was." He looked back at the weak creature his Beib had become with a disgusted but concerned frown. "Now, what be ye thinking about fer ya reward, young sky sailor?"
Kvan looked around himself as they walked into the posh room. He'd seen grandiose displays upon entry to places before, but where those had been gaudy and detestable this was subtle. This house still held the air of a home, but the weight of wealth. It was a place designed to keep those not normally there on their toes, he suspected, his eyes drawn upward tot he geometric designs scrolling across the ceiling.
"Reward...What do I want, hm?" He brought his gaze back down, light brown eyes darting to different objects as they returned to a normal place. As they passed over the harpy laying on the couch, a smirk grew on his lips.
"I think I might have to ask what you'd be willing to part with, sir. Bringing a daughter back to her father isn't exactly something that I do every day, after all." He felt his smile grow a bit but pulled himself back. Too much now would send him down a more dangerous path than he'd already laid himself into. If he was to pull the reward he truly wanted, then he'd have to tread more carefully than he ever had, and even if he got the reward he desired, the man before him would likely hunt him until one or the other passed on.
"Reward...What do I want, hm?" He brought his gaze back down, light brown eyes darting to different objects as they returned to a normal place. As they passed over the harpy laying on the couch, a smirk grew on his lips.
"I think I might have to ask what you'd be willing to part with, sir. Bringing a daughter back to her father isn't exactly something that I do every day, after all." He felt his smile grow a bit but pulled himself back. Too much now would send him down a more dangerous path than he'd already laid himself into. If he was to pull the reward he truly wanted, then he'd have to tread more carefully than he ever had, and even if he got the reward he desired, the man before him would likely hunt him until one or the other passed on.
Beibhinn took shaky breaths between each soft, now indistinguishable mumbling. Her limbs weakly thrashed at the couch and at the air around her head in particular, but with her eyes now closed it seemed like she was dealing with a simple night terror instead of a drug-induced mental break. Whether she'd simply tired herself or the actual change in scenery had done something, she seemed to be slowly calming down.
"Momma! ...Hars...!" she shrieked before rolling herself to face the cushions of the couch and muffling her n oises further.
"Momma! ...Hars...!" she shrieked before rolling herself to face the cushions of the couch and muffling her n oises further.
"I'm willing to part with quite a bit, actually. The originally reward offering for information was a measly fifty thousand credits. However, for her return, I be willin' ta give up a wee bit more. If ya had returned her yerself. However, she came home on her own, accidental or otherwise." A coy smile of his own drew up the corners of his mouth ever so slightly, resting his full weight on his cane. "I duhnot really care however. If it'll get ya ta leave in peace, then perhaps I'll be paying ya what ya ask. Or you'll take what I give ya."
Luci did not like to be yanked around, and in truth, he didn't much care for this man being in his home. His cockiness and bold strides reminded him of his younger self, like a mirror, and while he looked for that in employees and staff, bargaining opponents were another issue. However, he had stepped into the Fortuna home, and here, nothing really threatened him, not truly. "Take whatever trinkets ya be wantin' from my home, to an extent of course. Me cane and me daughter are off limits. It can all be replaced easily enough. Then, on top of that, how bout I throw ya a bit o' change. A good...how about...five million credits and a half a good ol' ton of gold?" It was generous, as generous as he was willing to be. While the pirate thought the offer over, Luci would sit down next to his Hinn, his 'bird' looking at him quizzically. A loud kaw echo'd throughout the manse, but only a single man could hear it.
Luci did not like to be yanked around, and in truth, he didn't much care for this man being in his home. His cockiness and bold strides reminded him of his younger self, like a mirror, and while he looked for that in employees and staff, bargaining opponents were another issue. However, he had stepped into the Fortuna home, and here, nothing really threatened him, not truly. "Take whatever trinkets ya be wantin' from my home, to an extent of course. Me cane and me daughter are off limits. It can all be replaced easily enough. Then, on top of that, how bout I throw ya a bit o' change. A good...how about...five million credits and a half a good ol' ton of gold?" It was generous, as generous as he was willing to be. While the pirate thought the offer over, Luci would sit down next to his Hinn, his 'bird' looking at him quizzically. A loud kaw echo'd throughout the manse, but only a single man could hear it.
With a shrug, Kvan leaned back, falling for a split second before stopping, reclining against a cushion of air. It was an old habit of his, and it had more than once saved his life. Not to mention it was downright comfortable. He thought the man's offer over, though, and came to a quick realization. Five million credits was a lot. A hell of a lot. That'd be an easy transition from the sky to the stars, if he wanted it. Unfortunately, he didn't. Interstellar trade and piracy was not a game he wanted to dive into.
Still, the offer was so very succulent.
"Tempting. Very, very tempting, and well placed, but I'm afraid I'm not so worried about the gains of material from those I aid. I'm actually looking for a partner. Someone who shares my sense of adventure and life ideals. Someone who desires to be free. Plying the skies on my own gets a bit lonely, and brothels can only keep me so happy. So, my price is your aid in finding that match. You get me the partner I'm looking for, we'll call ourselves even." He smiled, thanking his past dealings with the obscenely wealthy.
"And, of course, you're welcome to request me and my services as need be, though the prices I follow are subject to change."
Still, the offer was so very succulent.
"Tempting. Very, very tempting, and well placed, but I'm afraid I'm not so worried about the gains of material from those I aid. I'm actually looking for a partner. Someone who shares my sense of adventure and life ideals. Someone who desires to be free. Plying the skies on my own gets a bit lonely, and brothels can only keep me so happy. So, my price is your aid in finding that match. You get me the partner I'm looking for, we'll call ourselves even." He smiled, thanking his past dealings with the obscenely wealthy.
"And, of course, you're welcome to request me and my services as need be, though the prices I follow are subject to change."
The harpy's body trembled slightly throughout their conversation, as if she was extremely cold despite the warmth emanating throughout the room. As Lucifer began to speak, she slowly curled up into herself, until she had folded into a tight little ball. The mullet on her head rose as a bright red flash against her pale body before she slowly untensed again as Kvan's voice took over the conversation. Small chitters of her quiet conversation with herself rose from her, but then she silenced herself and simply listened.
"Hmmm...I know many people, tis true. I suppose I might be able to find you someone ta fill your needs. Might take a while though." Lucifer would then yawn, loud and long, resting one-handed upon his cane, a thoughtful spark in his eye. "However...as for your services...How about I cut ya another deal right now? That way we can...keep in touch, if needin' be." Gears were turning in his head, gears that could take years and years to come to fruition. But that was what made Fortuna so dangerous.
Not his insanity. Not his cruelty. Not his disposable wealth or connections, but the fact that he could plan so very far ahead. "I want ya...to find some information out for me. All I got tis a name sadly. Sung from me own Beib's lips." His eyes would snap to focus, harsh disk of copper against his pale, gray face. "Find all ya can be findin' out about a woman, I be guessin' she a woman, named Vi." A pause. "The more ye find out, the more I'll be willin' ta give ya."
Not his insanity. Not his cruelty. Not his disposable wealth or connections, but the fact that he could plan so very far ahead. "I want ya...to find some information out for me. All I got tis a name sadly. Sung from me own Beib's lips." His eyes would snap to focus, harsh disk of copper against his pale, gray face. "Find all ya can be findin' out about a woman, I be guessin' she a woman, named Vi." A pause. "The more ye find out, the more I'll be willin' ta give ya."
Kvan's eyes darted to look at the harpy as the red rose more prominently into sight. He smiled softly, then continued, making the smile flash to one of bravado and cockiness. Lucifer's words were playing sweet upon a young man's ears. Oh, Mr. Fortuna, if only you knew who I knew. Vi isn't such a common name. That line of thinking had driven him to success before, and although he'd secretly wished for the harpy as his partner, he'd put his hopes on hold. He'd done it before, he could do it again.
"Vi? Sounds vaguely familiar, but then again the denizens of the underground tend to have such colorful and drastic names that finding them can become quite trying. I can only hope that I find them before you grow weary of my searching." He smirked and then looked at the ruby that had slowly leaked from the wound in Beibhinn's leg. His visage snapped from brash to worried in a moment, faster than the shift of a storm wind.
"Let me heal her first, before I go. She'll lose too much blood if we banter so much, and I feel bad for having to put the wound there to begin with." He raised his right hand, a small globe of spinning air held between his fingers. Each miniature gust the comprised it had a pale green tinge, much like the color of mint leaves. "It's the least I can do before I head out."
"Vi? Sounds vaguely familiar, but then again the denizens of the underground tend to have such colorful and drastic names that finding them can become quite trying. I can only hope that I find them before you grow weary of my searching." He smirked and then looked at the ruby that had slowly leaked from the wound in Beibhinn's leg. His visage snapped from brash to worried in a moment, faster than the shift of a storm wind.
"Let me heal her first, before I go. She'll lose too much blood if we banter so much, and I feel bad for having to put the wound there to begin with." He raised his right hand, a small globe of spinning air held between his fingers. Each miniature gust the comprised it had a pale green tinge, much like the color of mint leaves. "It's the least I can do before I head out."
"No. Ya will not be healing her. I have a doctor in house who will be taking care of her treatments." Luci would pause, looking the girl over, before pressing a call button on the wall. "Call Doctor Shela. Tell her I got a sick harpy and ta get here immediately." The under-lord would then proceed to return to his cane, a distant look in his eye. "Ya be questionin' how I treat her. I see it in ya eyes, Mr. Skyheart. It be no concern of yours what I do with my children, or my property. I like ta think that she be more of the former, but lately, she be forcin' me to treat her like the latter."
Another pause. "She signed a contract to me. And she abandoned it. I could sue her. I could throw her to jail. I could even throw her to me guards and forget she existed. But she be meaning more to me than that. You'd never understand what it is that draws me to her or what makes her be so important to me." He'd then reach into his robes, tossing the sky pirate a small plastic card.
"Two million credits for ya troubles and ya silence. And an early payment on any and whatever help ya give me bout this...Vi. If ya finding anything at all." Bustling was heard about the house, echoing from all over. "If ya ever be needin' to find me, come back here. Or maybe me race track, or me casino. I could be found at any, most days. House be the best bet though." He let it hang there, a signal for the man to leave. Once more, he pressed the intercom, speaking with clear authority again. "Also, get a cleaner up ta Beibhinn's room. New bed spreads. New clothes. Everything. Be getting a bath ready soon. Maids to bath her after her treatment. Also, call in the boys to clean up a mess outside. And get some of the race crew out here to help prep the gym for her."
Another pause. "She signed a contract to me. And she abandoned it. I could sue her. I could throw her to jail. I could even throw her to me guards and forget she existed. But she be meaning more to me than that. You'd never understand what it is that draws me to her or what makes her be so important to me." He'd then reach into his robes, tossing the sky pirate a small plastic card.
"Two million credits for ya troubles and ya silence. And an early payment on any and whatever help ya give me bout this...Vi. If ya finding anything at all." Bustling was heard about the house, echoing from all over. "If ya ever be needin' to find me, come back here. Or maybe me race track, or me casino. I could be found at any, most days. House be the best bet though." He let it hang there, a signal for the man to leave. Once more, he pressed the intercom, speaking with clear authority again. "Also, get a cleaner up ta Beibhinn's room. New bed spreads. New clothes. Everything. Be getting a bath ready soon. Maids to bath her after her treatment. Also, call in the boys to clean up a mess outside. And get some of the race crew out here to help prep the gym for her."
Kvan's fingers snatched the card out of the air with more dexterity than was natural. Even as it fell into his hand, he had it twirling and rolling across his knuckles like a coin and without any issue or strain. He paused and looked at it. It was a matte grey, dark, and thoroughly unmarked save for a miniscule set of indentations along one side to show which part to scan during use. He smirked a bit and tucked it into the gauntlet on his other arm.
"Two million indeed, then. I'll do what I can when I'm free to see what I can find, but if things get too...twisted then I may have to let you take over with what I find. I'm not too keen on having others tail me just for questions. I'd prefer they tail me for a damned good reason instead." He chuckled softly, then turned to the door. For a moment, even as he stood there, he seemed like a royal playing at being a more simple man. The effect vanished almost as quickly, though, as he called back over his shoulder.
"Tell your doctor to give her some Elnia Herb. It'll help her legs grow stronger without giving them much more bulk. Shouldn't be too hard for a man like you to find such rare materials, eh?" He walked the door without any more words, leaping into the air off the patio, only coming down once he'd reached his ship. With a final look back at the manse behind him, he boarded the Slipstream and it raised into the air as soon as his feet were in the door, his amber-colored eyes watching the grounds drop away from him. He may not like how the man treated his people, especially kin, but a job was a job.
"Slipstream, take us to the Belargos. We'll see if Captain Etehrian has any information on a person named Vi."
"Two million indeed, then. I'll do what I can when I'm free to see what I can find, but if things get too...twisted then I may have to let you take over with what I find. I'm not too keen on having others tail me just for questions. I'd prefer they tail me for a damned good reason instead." He chuckled softly, then turned to the door. For a moment, even as he stood there, he seemed like a royal playing at being a more simple man. The effect vanished almost as quickly, though, as he called back over his shoulder.
"Tell your doctor to give her some Elnia Herb. It'll help her legs grow stronger without giving them much more bulk. Shouldn't be too hard for a man like you to find such rare materials, eh?" He walked the door without any more words, leaping into the air off the patio, only coming down once he'd reached his ship. With a final look back at the manse behind him, he boarded the Slipstream and it raised into the air as soon as his feet were in the door, his amber-colored eyes watching the grounds drop away from him. He may not like how the man treated his people, especially kin, but a job was a job.
"Slipstream, take us to the Belargos. We'll see if Captain Etehrian has any information on a person named Vi."
Beibhinn jolted slightly after the younger pirate had disappeared, as if some trace of their conversation had finally wormed it's way into some more aware part of her mind. She began to breathe erratically, kicking her wounded leg in some kind of fear or annoyance. "Nonono..." she whispered softly, her voice becoming hoarse. "No doctors! No doctors!" she pleaded, her talons shooting out and beginning to tear open the upholstery in front of her. "Please, please..."
Something about her demeanor had changed. Instead of the frightened, vacant look she'd sported only minutes before, she now was regaining the greenish-yellow tinge to her irises. Her face was twisted into an expression of anger and defiance. A look Lucifer would be oh, so familiar with. It'd been her go-to expression in the months after her family had "disappeared" and she'd come to live with him.
Something about her demeanor had changed. Instead of the frightened, vacant look she'd sported only minutes before, she now was regaining the greenish-yellow tinge to her irises. Her face was twisted into an expression of anger and defiance. A look Lucifer would be oh, so familiar with. It'd been her go-to expression in the months after her family had "disappeared" and she'd come to live with him.
With the slightest turn of his head, Lucifer's own orange eyes would pierce her, almost immediately, eyes narrow and full of stormy wroth. "Its good to be seein' ya regain some sense. Ya damn near killed one of me men when ya flew home moments ago, Hinn." He'd gotten older since they'd last met, it was noticeable now that her head was clearing, if ever so slightly. In truth, he'd hit the slope of age, and now, it was downhill, especially since Luci was a man who loved to drink, drug, whore, and stay up late. His plate was always full and he never stopped eating. Beib knew better than anyone how greedy this man was, how ravenous his avarice appetites were.
"So, did ya come home on purpose? Was it an accident? Can't handle yer what? Speed? Crack rock? Whatever alien fungus the off worlders bring into me streets? Whats got you so fly happy and mad, my Beibhinn?" There was a sharp emphasis on the 'my'. There always was when it came to Luci and his property. Or what he perceived as such. And it didn't even matter if she responded. The doctors were close by, he could hear them down the hall, though still a good five minutes off. The mansion was huge, and the halls empty, or at least, as empty as they could be without appearing lower class. And everything echoed.
"So, did ya come home on purpose? Was it an accident? Can't handle yer what? Speed? Crack rock? Whatever alien fungus the off worlders bring into me streets? Whats got you so fly happy and mad, my Beibhinn?" There was a sharp emphasis on the 'my'. There always was when it came to Luci and his property. Or what he perceived as such. And it didn't even matter if she responded. The doctors were close by, he could hear them down the hall, though still a good five minutes off. The mansion was huge, and the halls empty, or at least, as empty as they could be without appearing lower class. And everything echoed.
Beibhinn clenched onto the bits of stuffing she'd pulled from the couch as her eyes began to water. Her body began to shudder again as his words flooded over her like an ocean she couldn't swim through. "Don't...Don't drown me, please..." she replied, the screech apparent in the word 'me'. She could hear him now, but she was still lost a little. "I chose your cage, I choose your cage. Gilded cage with gourmet food...where else could I go? No one's left to care...No one...You took them. All locked away in cages."
A whimper escaped her lips and her eyes grew brighter as she recaptured her thought. "No doctors! Nonono! I won't let them look at me, I won't! They can't know, they can't see..." She squirmed and flipped herself onto her other side, her wings wrapping around her torso protectively. "Can't know..."
A whimper escaped her lips and her eyes grew brighter as she recaptured her thought. "No doctors! Nonono! I won't let them look at me, I won't! They can't know, they can't see..." She squirmed and flipped herself onto her other side, her wings wrapping around her torso protectively. "Can't know..."
Luci would give the harpy a queer gaze as he took in her every word. "Yes. Golden cages, some clean, some dirty as the hells. Ye should've known, Beib, should've gotten some feeling about me. That I be a rotten man to the core, and everything I do has a price to pay fer any who be darin' enough to sign their names." Running a leathery hand through his own hair, he'd sigh, long and deep. "Truth bein', I never wanted to do most of those things, no no at all me girl. However, I don't really take no for an answer, not now, not ever. I didn't want to send me only son, adoptive he may be, away but he was a distraction to yer racing, and I needed you in peek condition. The other things...well...you be knowing..."
The doors flung open, and three individuals entered in on the scene, all equipped in surgical scrubs. They immediately advanced on the terrified girl but with a clap, they stopped. "Just treat her wounds. The leg, the burns, all of those. The check up and the test can happen later, after she gets some rest, the poor thing. For now, just take her to the makeshift infirmary down stairs."
As the white angels, demons, doctors, began to prep her leg to be moved, Luci knelt beside her, a hand on her head, not the least bit scared of her menacing talons. "Ya ran away but yer home now, Beib. That be all that matters. As a reward, no, a gift for coming back, no matter what the circumstances may be, I think I'll get ya something." The next words were barely a whisper, and he wouldn't wait around for her response, only leaving as soon as the words were spoken. Something about them were menacing, but important. "I think I'll be callin' me son home soon..."
The doors flung open, and three individuals entered in on the scene, all equipped in surgical scrubs. They immediately advanced on the terrified girl but with a clap, they stopped. "Just treat her wounds. The leg, the burns, all of those. The check up and the test can happen later, after she gets some rest, the poor thing. For now, just take her to the makeshift infirmary down stairs."
As the white angels, demons, doctors, began to prep her leg to be moved, Luci knelt beside her, a hand on her head, not the least bit scared of her menacing talons. "Ya ran away but yer home now, Beib. That be all that matters. As a reward, no, a gift for coming back, no matter what the circumstances may be, I think I'll get ya something." The next words were barely a whisper, and he wouldn't wait around for her response, only leaving as soon as the words were spoken. Something about them were menacing, but important. "I think I'll be callin' me son home soon..."
Beibhinn shook as the water overflowed her eyes and began to flow down her cheek, over her nose, and onto the couch. Thoughts and images swirled around in her head and she tried to catch them, to keep them. She desperately wanted something to make sense, something to stick...Clarity. But clarity is what she'd also fled from. The state she was in now...all of it was a desperate attempt to escape. Seventeen. Seventeen is old enough, she knew he'd said that. "Green scales...liar, pushing truths into cupboards and leaving all the rest...All the rest..." she mumbled softly, ignoring the doctors now. They didn't matter anymore. Not a bit. They wouldn't know, couldn't.
"Son, brother, father, daughter, sister, mother, son, brother, father, daughter, sister, mother..." she repeated to herself softly and slowly. Over and over again throughout the process of moving her, of transporting her. Her thoughts drifted out of her again, leaving her circumstances. Looking for somewhere better...
"Son, brother, father, daughter, sister, mother, son, brother, father, daughter, sister, mother..." she repeated to herself softly and slowly. Over and over again throughout the process of moving her, of transporting her. Her thoughts drifted out of her again, leaving her circumstances. Looking for somewhere better...
To Beib, time would seem hard to gauge. She was in a sterile room, not just white though, that was too boring for Lucifer's design. There were no windows, though there was TV, a clock without numbers and dead batteries, and a few scattered books. The nurse would bring her food as many times as she asked, the doctor would change her bandaged and apply new anti-septic to her other wounds as often as she'd allow. They'd also cleaned out the harsher wounds, though they'd slip anesthetics into the room, or her food, to knock her out first, or at least dull the pain so much she was powerless to resist. In her sleep, her clothes were taken and washed by the nurses as well, and were left for her, mended, in the room later on. New clothes were provided as well.
Once, one meal, the old chef who worked for the mansion slipped her a secret note in her food. A calming letter by the kindly old, fat, jolly man, welcoming her back and apologizing for her return at the same time. He'd always been nice to her, one of the few in the house who had, and that meal he'd also made her favorite fish, just the way she had liked it when she was younger. No one else ever said a word to her, not even written, and Lucifer never came to visit. Until that day, however long it had been.
He came into the room and simply sat in a chair beside her bed, the door locking behind him immediately as it always had. He came during her meal, fruits, nuts, and a seared meat of some kind, something gamey and briny, probably a coastal animal. His clothes were fine as always, so was his hair, and his cane and shoes were freshly polished. Lucifer merely sat nearby, turned the television to the stock channel, and remained damnably silent.
Once, one meal, the old chef who worked for the mansion slipped her a secret note in her food. A calming letter by the kindly old, fat, jolly man, welcoming her back and apologizing for her return at the same time. He'd always been nice to her, one of the few in the house who had, and that meal he'd also made her favorite fish, just the way she had liked it when she was younger. No one else ever said a word to her, not even written, and Lucifer never came to visit. Until that day, however long it had been.
He came into the room and simply sat in a chair beside her bed, the door locking behind him immediately as it always had. He came during her meal, fruits, nuts, and a seared meat of some kind, something gamey and briny, probably a coastal animal. His clothes were fine as always, so was his hair, and his cane and shoes were freshly polished. Lucifer merely sat nearby, turned the television to the stock channel, and remained damnably silent.