In the Annex
"Alight, Librarians, what do we know and what do we think we know?" Baird began, ignoring the man calling himself Lucifer Morningstar. "Rowan can handle that one" she thought to herself as she placed herself at the head of the table with Flynn.
"What we know is that the Library has acknowledged there is something wrong with this reality though it doesn't know what it is." Flynn began, starting to pace around the table. "We know that Rowan and Arthur and Mr. Khan…"
"Just Khan" the monk responded. "Or Master Khan. Or HEY YOU! I tend to respond to any of the above." He grinned, his smile mimicking Lucifer's.
"Okay – Arthur, Rowan and Khan are possibly the Triad mentioned in an unknown chapter of the Book of Enoch which identifies them as Guardians of Man created by God himself. And now, for whatever reason, they don't remember being in those positions. " Flynn stopped for a moment, his mind whirling with the possibilities.
"Does he always go on and on like this?" Khan drawled, looking bored.
"I'm betting the answer to that is yes" Lucifer replied. "Moving on – something has changed reality but not for everyone. I and your spirit of the Library both seemed to remember it as it was."
"So does Michael" Baird mused, looking at the tome in front of her, frustrated that she couldn't read it herself and look for clues.
A coldness filled the room and time seemed to slow as a winged figure appeared in the room. "Oh look, here's Mickey come to tell us what Daddy dearest is in a funk about THIS time." Lucifer's voice dripped with disdain as he locked eyes with the angel.
"You!" Michael hissed, reaching for a blade that was no longer in its sheath. "I should have known you would be responsible for this." Grinding his teeth in frustration, he launched himself towards his well-dressed brother.
Rowan silently called up her own blade Orias and took a stance in front of the enraged angel, matching him step for step as he tried to reach around her and strike at the Prince of Hell. "Not going to happen pretty boy. Not on my watch."
"You would stand against me and defend the Lord of Hell!" Michael gasped, stepping back in shock.
"Get over yourself. Until I know what's going on here" she replied dryly "I'm not letting anyone take out anyone else. "
"Well played, my little hell cat" Lucifer purred.
"Call me that again and I'll pin your sorry ass to the wall" she fumed. "Besides which, for all we know you might BE responsible for what's going on. Or he might be. We don't know enough yet. You and Michael seem to be the only ones who remember events none of the rest of us do."
"Lucifer has a long history of deceit and destruction" Michael replied, clenching his fists.
"Funny man" Lucifer sneered. "Since your actions were the reason there was a problem within our family to begin with."
"That's enough!" Rowan snarled. "We don't have time for this."
"Maybe we should…" Cassandra said hesitantly.
"Should what?" Jones asked, throwing his hands in the air. "Sit here and go through book after dusty book trying to find out what's changed? You have magic users, an angel and the DEVIL here! Why can't we leverage their powers and find out what went wonky."
"We could" Lucifer purred. "But that would require my little brother to admit to his and his brother's sins."
"Well, that would be one way to kill some time" Khan said, leaning against the wall in boredom.
Lucifer smiled back at the young man, easing closer to him." All this talk and no action – so boring. I can think of so many other more "interesting" things to do back at Lux."
"Lux?" Khan asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"My club. Oh that's right – whatever has trashed your realities has probably taken your memory of singing at the club with me. Pity. We made a good duo."
"Singing at a club? Sounds like fun." Khan leaned closer to Lucifer, keeping his eyes on the Devil's face. "I like music – keeps the voices screaming in my head at bay."
Michael turned his vivid blue eyes to the young priest, frowning. "And you, young dragon, would you also take a stand against Heaven? Would you put a dagger in your father's heart by siding with the Prince of Hell?"
"I don't have a father" Khan snarled suddenly, going from a comfortable slouch to ramrod straight. "I was abandoned at the monastery and raised by the dragon priests. No angels, no parents, no family except my priests. So you can take your self-righteous attitude and shove it up your…"
Lucifer laid a restraining hand on the young monk. "Much as I would like to see Mickey here get his head handed to him, I'd rather you do it once you know what he's done to deserve it."
"So tell us" Rowan said, exasperated.
"No" Michael said, slamming a fist on the table. "I will tell the tale, though I don't know what any of this has to do with what has happened."
"Well we won't know until we hear the story" Baird replied grimly.
