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Falor was just biting into another scone when she heard a voice of a man, a bit older than she, order (what struck her as ironic) french vanilla coffee and raspberry scones, with the raspberries fresh. Was that coincidence, or was it already set by a predetermined fate? Falor looked it it in a practical fashion; what were the chances of someone ordering the same things as she? Falor had noticed Lyra had a bit of a problem, because she wasn't as good of a multi-tasker as her regular waitress Morgan. "Falor! You left this here on the rack earlier!"

Speak of the devil, Falor thought with a smile. Morgan, her red stringy hair falling over her shoulders, skipped over, her smile brightening the somewhat depressing atmosphere that had once surrounded the table. Morgan dropped a ring with the shape of a dolphin on her table, the tip of the nose and tail touching. It was emerald green, with some very small bits of seashells nestled within it. "Thank you! I was wondering where this was..." Morgan nodded, skipping off to her next customers. Falor looked into her book, kissing a passage inside tenderly. It described her brother perfectly, down to the last thread of hair. Then Falor looked towards the man again, taking him in. She made very brief notes, like his hair and eye color. They were both dark. His skin was somewhat pale. What car did he come up in? It was obvious he liked the same things she did. She only smiled warmly before looking out of the window, her mood darkening once more. "I'd give anything..."

Falor was in a state of shock over everything that had just happened. Event by event, Falor played what went on just minutes ago. First, the man she now knows as Leo. He told her that she could take Clistophar's place, which was what she had wanted to do for such a long while. He had never deserved to die like that. Protecting a selfish sister such as herself, and after then not even receiving his wish. He wanted his life celebrated, but she couldn't even do that for him. Falor's mind snapped towards the 6'9'' completely armored angel that was Gabriel. The world was imperfect. Walking towards the path of light, being as pure as Clistophar had been. Was that what he would have wanted? "Clistophar, what should I do?"

Falor listened for a sign when her vision was obstructed by bright headlights. Falor shielded her eyes until they shut completely off. Then she blinked, trying to ease her tortured retinas. Was that a sign from Clistophar, where ever he might be? Sister, you have to be strong...and I know you're very kind inside; never let that part of you die out... Falor nodded finally, turning to Leo. She bowed her head and then turned to Gabriel, a determined expression on her face. He never wants to you lose that last bit of purity you have inside...at least keep that promise for him. Falor felt a tear slip out of her eye. "I cannot accept your offer, Leo. I have a promise to fulfill to my brother, and I won't disappoint him. Gabriel...will you be my guardian? Please; so that I may fulfill my promise to my brother?"

A gush of wind whirled about as a black hole ripped open. Lucifer entered his property right inside the ancient protective shield that encased the estate, one barefoot touching the cobble stone of the driveway, followed by another as the hole began to close with some effort, as if whatever laid on the other side was doing its best to force the hole open, Lucifer turned his head to peered back behind him and the hole quickly shut together, erasing itself from existence. His eyes then lingered on the ever stream of glowing symbols, seemingly etched into the night sky, a string of words in a forgotten tongue wrapped around the house. Revealing themselves briefly when they pulsed with a dark red glow and a dark demonic aura. Lucifer’s long silver white hair was lounging over one shoulder, he had somehow changed during his transportation from here to there. A weird little work of magic that had to be done ever so carefully or you would appear with a sock on one arm, you pants covering your head, and…well you get the picture. Lucifer now wore white loose pants and a long sleeved white shirt that clung to his strong form. The sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders, revealing patient arm bands bound to his arms, some falling to his wrist each with a full name of each soul of a fallen human he had recently gleaned. Now he was hungrily waiting for two more to appear… no one more. He felt a wrist band bind to him, but soon after loosen its grip as it faded away. Whether it was Leo or Astril…he would find out soon enough…

Lucifer looked up, taking in the dark sprawling grounds, the labyrinth of gardens, and the reflective pool that mirrored the lights glowing about of the mansion. Exhaling out into the cold air, Lucifer walked forward and straight to the pool. His feet were now barefoot as they touched the water’s surface, but not breaking through. One of the perks of being part of the old family, smirked Lucifer. The successive line of Satans, with him at the helm as the fifth and creator of the advocates. He smiled and his movement sent ripples across the once flawless surface. His father, the late Satan, would have of course approved his new game, his mother, well what could she do, knowing what she had gotten herself into, it was in Lucifer’s nature and very essence of being. Lucifer stepped out of the pool and up the marble steps leading to the old wooden double door. Entering the ‘ole fashioned way he was humming a little tune to himself. The foray was lit and noise was coming from the kitchen, but Lucifer had no desire to venture back into the kitchen, instead his bare feet brought him towards the living room. He smiled into the living room where a warm fire crackled invitingly. He walked into the room and straight to the largest armchair situated nearest the flames. Lucifer propped his head onto one arm, the other lounged over the arm of the chair, the dancing flames were reflected in his eyes.


Leo was quite surprise that the deal was made so quickly. Usually a distressed soul found themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place within their consciousness. However what took him really aback was Gabriel’s show, quite persuasive as last time, Leo mused to himself taking another sip to finish his drink. He was no longer needed here and would be wise to hurry to Lucifer’s side, but his decision making was put on hold when a human entered the café. He had not put up defenses for those who could wander in on them.

Upon seeing her confused look Leo stood up from leaning on the cool window pane. “Just rehearsing for a play, Camelot. And yes, a refill would be appreciated.” Leo swiftly replied as he brought his empty cup towards the newcomer. He then turned to Gabriel and said, “I believe you have those lines down very well, how about you quickly finish the rest so we can return the armor back to the costume department.” Gabriel huffed into his mask then turned his attentions back onto Falor and bowed his head. “Your request for guardianship is granted, I will be your light and protector. Call upon my name when I’m needed and I shall…never fail you…” The last words had been stumbled upon, put a light glowed from under Gabriel’s hand, which rested upon his beating heart. He stood up, the armor creaking from being stuck in that position for a while.

Before the Frédérique returned with a filled cup of French vanilla coffee, the two had left the café. Leo had forgotten his scone and Gabriel had some difficulty exiting through the café door, but they were gone and everything went back to normal. “Aren’t you not suppose to reveal yourself to anyone other than the distressed soul?” Leo inquired, knowing that the rule didn’t apply to advocates, but to have winged angels walking down the street. Luckily it was dark and the pair found shelter in a nearby allay way. “We are to abide by that law, but…” Gabriel couldn’t finish, he had been surprised to have his offer taken, he was a guardian once more. “Have no fear, I shall not rat you out, though I wouldn’t put it pass the big man to already know what you did, but I’m sure he will be proud of you success.” Leo reassured him with a pat on the metallic shoulder, Leo was tall but no one compared to Gabriel. Gabriel didn’t know what to say, but even through his metallic armor he could make out the warmth of Leo’s touch. Leo only smiled and with a nod he bade Gabriel “Farewell,” before melting into the shadows. After a pause Gabriel’s wings took flight, he would take the long way home…he needed to think.

{{edit:: OOC ~ ObscurityFair, sorry for not answering your question about Lucifer's heritage earlier. I have alluded to it in this post and more will be revealed later on }}

Ah, now this is interesting. Rayden listened to Lucifer's words, for once, without any hint of disgust. Instead, Rayden listened to him with interest, a lot of it, as for once his boss spoke with a darker, more serious tone of voice instead of his cheerful and playful expression. As the Devil mentioned him not interested in going back in peace to the Heavens, and his loss, Crowe couldn't help but to flash the biggest, most wicked grin he could under his bandages, the dirty white wrappings kissing the curve of the mummy's lips. He felt as if he just had stabbed the Prince of Hell on a weak spot; this was definitively something to think about, and bring up again later. Unfortunately, the grin Rayden was showing to Lucifer turned into a more neutral expression as Mitsu, Luci's cousin, came crashing in.

Standing still for so long, Rayden started to feel his feet asking for some rest, but this was far more important than sitting down for a few minutes: without really noticing, Mitsu was exposing one of Lucifer's potential weak spots other than sweets. "So, I was right after all... This is a touchy subject for him." He thought to himself, and silently let out a dark, slow laugh.

Mitsu now addressing the mummified advocate, Crowe turned his head to look at the lady. "So, the Big Man's got a weak point after all." He replied with a light smile. "I like you already. Thank you for the information, heh heh." Rayden took a short pause, then cleared his throat; talking to Satan's cousin probably wouldn't be the best of ideas for him, seeing as she would most likely care about her cousin and take his side... But, seeing as he'd have nothing better to do, and might be able to get some more information out of her...
"Rayden. Nice to meet you Mitsu." Crowe extended a hand to her. "I'm guessing someone spoke to you about me, am I right?"

Falor nodded, sipping her coffee. Falor looked at Frédérique; her small stature made Falor seem taller, which she never liked. "Yes, they left. What'd I get myself into, though?" Falor was increasingly curious. She took a thoughtful sip of her tea, still wondering about Gabriel. All she had to do was call his name and he would be there for her? Was he really an angel? He looked way too tall to truly be human. And that declaration of loyalty sounded so genuine; there was no way a human man could have said the same without arousing some sort of suspicion. Well, from her, anyway.

Falor snapped herself out of her thoughts, remembering that Frédérique was still standing there, at her table. It was a very good cup of french vanilla coffee. Falor didn't want it to go to waste, and quiet honestly, having someone to converse with after her ordeal would make it easier to get a grasp upon. Even though she was a constant at the cafe, she had never really talked to anybody but Morgan, and those conversations usually lasted only five minutes. Falor extended an invitation, for once. "Please, sit down. It would be a waste for that tea to get cold."

Frédérique stood on her spot still at Falor's invitation. It would be nice to have someone to discuss with, indeed, and "Vanilla" was one customer the café had often seen. The hesitant waitress looked around at the other tables: only one other customer was in the place, reading his newspaper with his usual black coffee and plain bagel that Lyra put down for him; the usual, he was another regular. "Huh... Well... Lyra already has George covered, so sure! Why not?" She replied to the invitation as she sat down in front of Falor, giving her a friendly smile. "Seems like you got yourself into a medieval play, actually. I didn't know you were into acting! Or were you just trying to help your friend practice?" Fey answered Falor's previous question before taking a sip out of Leo's cup, now her's, even though the redhead was probably not supposed to answer it. Quite obviously, Frédérique had absolutely no clue on what the real situation was: she pretty much bought whatever Leo said and took it for granted.

"It's too bad we never got to talk much before. I guess tonight's the night we finally get to really meet, after one year of seeing eachother pretty regularly."

[[Edit: Sorry it took so long to respond. ><]]

Astril smiled, brushing his hand ever so slightly as she let go of his fingers. " Ahh...how right you are, my Joshua, humans are no weak simpletons. They're a lot stronger than even they know, and your right about fairy tales. Is all that we see, or seem, But a dream withing a dream. Edgar Allen Poe, he was so brilliantly deep. Your question...would you really like to know? To have the knowledge of what I did to become what I am? I will surely answer truthfully, if thats what you'd like." Her pure, ringing tone tinted with the dark truth about her past. Memories strangling her mind, weaving there way through her heart, her emotions, like black tentacles. Snakes of hate and loneliness slithering around inside her. She felt a bit uncomfortable, and took a step back to look Joshua in his crystalline eyes, her body almost immobilized by them. She loved how pure they were, how wondrous human eyes were before they lost their lust for life. Unlike her own, the man's eyes reflected a shimmer of life, a fire, a spark. His eyes were truly the windows to his soul.

((nighty night))