Fallen One Lucifer
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- Posted: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 09:06:07 +0000
almost on cue, the sky lightened, since there was no sign of the two Riders, the clouds returning to their usual smoky grey, as the sky returned to a midnight blue. Once restored, a small ray of light shone down towards the earth, before a male's figure could be seen, falling as though he had been thrown. Slowly, the male freed his hands, his amethyst eyes gazing down at what would be his bitter end, or had been, if he hadn't opened his white, now grey jacket to slow his fall. Landing with a thud to his feet, the Fallen One then looked about, as if searching for something, or perhaps someone, raising himself to a stand, and brushed his jacket of some dust that collected when he landed. Fixing his golden curls, he then glanced back at the sky, before raising his fist, shaking it, as he cursed aloud. "Well fine." he began, his once musical voice now as sarcastic as a teenager's: his punishment for speaking his mind. "Who needs you anyway? I'll make my own Paradise, with blackjack...and hookers." he then issued an angelic smile. "In fact, forget the Paradise, and the blackjack" he laughed, as he finished, making his way towards the crowd that had gathered.