Silence... absolute silence and stillness surrounded the entirety of Lux, from the establishment below to the devil's playground above. Tonight was one of those rare occassions where Lucifer wanted nothing more than to be left alone. The collection of his emotions were a jumbled mess and in such a state he could easily do other things he'd live to regret later. The fallen angel was accustomed to all things evil being blamed on him and coming to his door but what Lucifer couldn't understand was how his Father could allow such a fate befall another one of His children. Uriel was impulsive with his actions yes but as like with Father Frank Lucifer felt that the punishment didn't match the situation. Possesssing the knowledge he did only fueled the negative thoughts swirling around his being and at this point he wanted nothing more than to be rid of them. However, that was easier said than done. Twice now Lucifer was denied the opportunity to rid himself of the limitless amounts of guilt he was expriencing after he had killed Uriel to prevent his plan to smite out both their mother and his partner, Dectective Decker. The fallen angel felt as though he was drowning within the darkness of these emotions and regardless of what he did there was no shaking them. Seeking punishment from a third party wasn't nearly satisfying enough and discussing his problems created a whole new disaster that he was unprepared to handle at the moment.
Discussing it with anyone else seemed pointless since most if not all of the people in his life could only manage to remind him of the gravity of his situation. Lucifer would have liked nothing more than to pour his soul out to Chloe but after the disastrous session he had with Doctor Linda he decided not to chance it. The trauma of the incident had left him uncharacteristically unhinged to the point of him sometimes imagining phantom stains of Uriel's blood on his hands. Only time would truly allow him to move forward and turn the whole thing into a learning experience that would allow him to grow further into the person he was trying to become.
Instead of siting in the dark dwelling on his regrets Lucifer returned his attention to his grand piano, the only thing that seemed to give him solace these days. Carefully he reached over to grab the half empty bottle of whiskey he had pulled down from his private collection and poured himself another shot. Effortlessly he threw the liquor back and then let out a small breath as he glanced out the window admiring the nightly view surrounding his home. Although Lucifer had been seeking punishment for his recent actions he couldn't help but amuse the thought that this was indeed the judgment his dear old dad had for him. "Does seeing me in such a pathetic state amuse you?" A slight chuckle escaped his throat when once again he didn't receive any kind of reply. Honestly he wasn't surprised. His Father had been silent for eons. Why would he want to talk to his wayward son now? Lightly he shook his head and then decided to attempt to tame his raging soul again by playing a calming melody on his piano.
The beautiful piece effortlessly chased away all the thoughts that found themselves trapped within Lucifer's mind. All the tension began rising off his shoulders as the sounds began to echo through the darkness of his penthouse apartment. The music overcame Lucifer's senses and lulled him into a vunerable state. If his experience told him anything it was only a matter of time before something or someone else came swooping in to forceably change is course. The Prince of Darkness was so absorbed with his playing that he almost failed to hear the familar bing from his private elevator. After about two minutes of playing his fingers slowed to a stop when the atmosphere about the penthouse drastically shifted. The sensation was something he had experienced before but he was having a difficult time placing the cause even with his usual composure restored to him. The feel about the air was similar to that of Amenadial when he decided to visit prior to his fall but at the same time darker.
Slowly Lucifer turned around and narrowed his eyes when he noticed a young woman standing just outside the doorway of his domain. Initially the club owner didn't reconize who had graced him with their presense but moments later the answer hit him. A slight nervousness ran through him as his dark orbs continued to scan the vistor before him. The young woman seemed to project an otherworldly aura with her long brown hair cascading down her shoulders. A normal man would have been disarmed by her soft appearance but Lucifer remained cautious since the being before him was none other than the Angel of Death herself. With her presence came a whole sworm of questions like was she here on their Father's behalf to return him to hell or did she intend to finish the job that Uriel had begun? A soft smile appeared on the young woman's features as she looked over her elder brother's form. Despite eons of life in hell he still looked as handsome as ever but she could tell his inner being was anything but put together. "Good to see you, Lucifer."
"Azreal... seems you outgrew your gothic phase. If you're trying to lighten the whole death look I approve." Usually death appeared to those she had to guide to their rightful place in mysterious robes. On this occassion she decided to go with something a little more befitting her flawless figure. A very nice, long v-necked black dress with ruffling throughout. She accented her brighter appearance with a golden sash and accent jewelry.
A slight chuckle escaped the angel's throat as she heard her brother's remark. As always he had to try to disarm people with a humorous statement here and a joke there. At least that part of him hadn't changed since he was thrown into hell. Out of all his siblings Lucifer had to admit Azreal was actually one of the only ones he adored to some extent. Prior to his being cast out he often lent her his shoulder when things became too demanding of her. Death after all was not the most pleasant of businesses to be a part of. "Uriel was right. You really haven't changed in all this time."
Just hearing Uriel's name caused his body to grow tense ever so slightly for a moment. He let out another breath before he walked back over to his bar to grab another glass for his little sister. Gracefully she traveled across the floor and graciously accepted the offering of whiskey. Once again silence erupted between the two siblings as both were simply trying to get hints of their respected intensions from their body language. Unfortunately Azreal also remained the difficult puzzle she always was. "What do you want Azreal? If you're looking for your blade it isn't here."
A somewhat more serious expression appeared on the female angel's features as the two got down to business at hand. For a moment she lowered her glance and innocently turned her gaze toward the pocket where she kept her little black book. A deep sigh escaped her throat as she returned her gaze to her brother who was still eying her with skepticism. "I came to warn you."
An interested yet unnerved expression appeared on Lucifer's features upon hearing the statement. Things were starting out just like they did with Uriel and at this point he wasn't in the mood to deal with any more threats. "If Father sent you to force me to live up to my end of the..." Azreal innocently raised her right hand to stop her brother mid-sentence. "Nothing of the sort brother, I simply came because i'm concerned for your safety..." Again a puzzled expression appeared on the fallen angel's features. It was true that he nearly died at the hands of Malcom but clearly their Father had other plans since he intervened. Lucifer wanted to laugh off the statement and remind his darling sister that he was immortal but he noticed the seriousness in her expression. The Angel of Death never joked when it came to her craft and there was little reason to start now. Lucifer was now weighting the implications of the warning and worry entered his mind that his Father really wasn't playing around in regards to their little deal. He couldn't believe he was now faced with an ultimatum such as the one his sister was implying. Send his mother back to hell or he'd be wiped from existance for failing to live up to his word. "Bloody hell..."