A/N: This is what like...chapter like...Three already XD? I think. Well this is a bonus chapter. Meaning I placed it in because I wanna be the first to half ass write Lucifer. (Luther to all you other people). I found "Lucifer" was so much more interesting in sound and when writing if flowed better and more naturally. But like I said, it's a bonus meaning I wasn't intentionally going to do this, but it came up when I really started liking Lucifer/Albel. Which is my key pairing.
Next would be Cliff/Albel. Now WHY was he given Albedo's voice? ;-; Sure, its Alucard, Kouichi, Balmung, and yadda, yadda, yadda. But I don't hate the voice it's the fact its ALBEDO I knew Albel and Albedo were the same. Name was first thing...than I actually looked it up and ended up swearing a blue streak at a computer screen that can't talk back ; (Albedo scares me! X-x head and limb ripping psychotic freak XD. Course...that's just me. Bad first impression –nods- Xenosaga. Great game)
Disclaimer: I Don't own Star Ocean (or anything else mentioned in A/N like Xenosaga and such) and I never will because I'm nowhere near as brilliant as them to create such plot twisting games XP
Sphere Prison
Chapter Three
LuciferI watched Blair with narrowed eyes as I clenched a light fist. The way she spoke of such pathetic pieces of data was completely insane. And the fact that they came into the real world just goes to show that they had to be confined and disciplined to obey me! They should fear with such intense feeling that it should shake their hearts at the mere sight of me. "You better watch yourself Lucifer, you'll get what you may desire in the beginning, but it's the end I would be worried about." I shook my head at Blair's foolish nonsense that sprung up and dismissed her.
She could take that tiny particle away from me. I had no use for pieces of trash. It was only good for discarding. Besides, I could program a new improved one, much better than the original and delete the other one. It was so simple and easy. But without the program inside the Eternal Sphere my options began widely limited. Hearing the door close, I could finally find some time to kick back and relax. Not needing to listen to such trash talk from my sister. Or the imbeciles that worked here that bothered me about such fine details as little minor glitches.
"I am their god...why do they not respect me as followers should!?" I lashed out, hanging half over and half on the smooth marble crystalline desk that glittered with unique shades of blue. The shatter of a glass of water could be heard echoing all around as I watched as the water seemed to form in a single puddle. Like a group of people together. Until each part of the small trickle of water started to branch off like a web. Heading in opposite directions. Never in the same one.
"That's it..." I whispered, "the answer is to pick them off one by one. If I can get enough under my control and give them a reason to obey me...rebellion wouldn't be a problem..." it was so easy! How could I be so blinded by my reigning senses that I couldn't see the solution sooner? There was nothing wrong with the game itself, it was the characters in my world that had crossed over that were the problem. Meddlesome little brats...
I felt like laughing and soon I was. At first a small giggle like the calm before the storm before I laughed outright, picking up the glass with my bare hands. Feeling the sharp edges prick my skin and bring forth bubbles of blood I grinned eagerly. If I cut them down one by one there'd be no reason to rebel. If they didn't rebel I would have my characters out here. And be able to use them as I see fit.
After all, they are only toys from the figment of my imagination...
Well, not all of them. Some were based off real people I had known that had passed away tragically, or someone that had, had a incurable disease died when they were unfit to. I see myself as someone who can make dreams a reality. But if my toys continued to influence others inside the sphere all that will eventually stop and they'll gain independence, than my company will fall over it's rein. My project will be for naught! I will be ruined! And without a purpose!
It has been clear to me that I must uphold this vision of god for those poor innocent people inside the sphere. And keep them away form influences of tainted data that had a mind of it's own. But to do that I must break them....
My eyes surfed over everything, absently dropping the triangle piece of fragile glass in my hurry to find something, anything, an idea of any sort that would help. Staggering forward I could hardly keep standing as I was overcome by a fit of laughter. If I broke the strongest one in terms of outer appearance, than let them try and fix it. Than I'll be able to get in there while their confused and helpless. Bringing them all down in one go! Hahaha! I'm a genius! It's like a complicated of dominos!
Tap one and the rest follow until there are none left standing upright.
Bringing up a computer screen I tapped at a few buttons here and there. My hands moved skillfully along the keyboard as I in took a sharp breath, breathing in the early smell of victory that was flowing heavenly in the air. The gods of religion supported me, I was doing the whole world a favor of helping another. "Soon..." I muttered pressing the enter button as the list of commands went through the database finding out every bit of available information on the characters I had created. Their stats, personality, likes, dislikes. Much more easier than me trying to find that out forcefully.
And forceful was never a way to break something. It wasn't a fun way to do things. I rather find their weak point. And obviously trash like Roger was not going to be a problem. But Cliff...Fayt...Maria...all of them. They were brought up in a way that they were immune to such disciplines. Such bribes. I curled my hand, tightening over a steel bar, gripping it with such force that I could feel my palms ache and scream in agony.
"Sir. Your mother requests your presence." I snapped my head to the door, since when did I allow people to interrupt my fun? I grinded my teeth together as I hesitated; I could ignore her if I wanted to. She knows me better than most. At least she didn't look at my creations like real people, it's amusing and yet disgusting to see others watch them fascinated as if they did exist.
Pathetic.
"Tell her I will not want to see her, or Blair." A nod from one of my many, many employees's affirmed my choice and left. Leaving in my secluded area where I worked. No one else was allowed inside, unless that had authorization to do so. I let go of the bar and leaned against my desk, looking over various character sketches. Unfortunately I would have to program more characters into the game. Thanks to the war in the Milky Way Galaxy and those silly Vendeeni that had a few too many glitches. It was inappropriate to let them go wild. Had I not my creations wouldn't have rebelled.
Rebellion...
Strolling from the desk I headed to the door, pushing it with little effort. Just enough to slip out, before I found myself at lost what to do. The researchers were buzzing around excitedly with the characters out of the game, giving them a reason to do something with their miserable lives. Yet, I still don't understand how they were able to do such a thing. I know of the time when those miserable pieces of data trash appeared on Styx at the time gate. The gate that connected both our worlds together. They were giving the warning and somehow managed to try and stop it years later by breaking more of my rules.
But in the end. Nothing can overthrow a god.
"Hm?" I tilted my head hearing a loud shout and several cracks. Amused I suppose I wanted to find something that interested me now that I was taking a small break from my work. Running a hand over the wall I paused at the doorway about to poke my head inside. But when another yell came I swiftly pulled back, avoiding a mangled employee's body thrown out of the room. My lips formed a smirk as I inspected the body, wandering over to slowly dieing individual.
"Now really. You don't allow data to become aggressive..." I murmured lightly, barely able to distinguish him. His face was beyond repair. Oozing with beautiful crimson fluid. Tainted with the loss of purity. I wonder which person could have done something so fantastic and feel no regret of such an action. Kicking the body aside and away from sight I turned my back to him. Entering the room with a intrigued expression
Reaching up I snagged the collar of another person ready for deaths bed and threw him aside, out of my way. He blocked my vision of the obvious temperamental being. By now I had a clearer glimpse of him, dressed in medieval attire with a long purple skirt, and a purple shirt revealing his slim middle. The metal arm that was raised in a dangerous fashion clearly gave the scientists enough reason to back off and get help. Hah; probably looking for me to get adjust this problem.
But his eyes...
They were beautiful. A delicious color of red that would never drip but, instead, would be bottled up forever and never loose it's independent shine. The black and yellow multi colored hair was so immaculate I would be afraid to touch it. The hair stuffed down two separate white tubes of cloth reached down his back, two separate pieces of yellow hair sticking out like a feather never having a chance to be plucked. For a moment I could only stare and marvel at such a perfect creation. Certainly this was the one I put more effort in than most in.
"You scum have no hope to stick anything in me! Fool's to even try, don't blame me if you meet a sudden death..." And the voice was so much like him. Programmed into a game character down to the very last detail. The tone. The eyes. The smirk and cruel look. The continuous defensive posture. Even the fine details of the hair.
"Now, now, is that anyway to treat my researchers and scientists? Really, you have a zero out of ten for manners, yet a 10 for guts"
"B-b-boss!"
"Sir!"
I placed a hand on my hip, giving a bored look to the rest of the remaining survivors. Honestly to be so easily shot down by a mere piece of data, however perfect it was. What did I pay these pathetic beings? I certainly should keep an eye on their salary.
"Hmph. What a bunch of cowards. I have no weapons and yet you all cower before me like frightened maggots about to be eaten by a bird. Despicable and unfitting; even an average Aquarian scum would have been more challenge than sniveling lap dogs." Those crimson eyes finally landed on my figure as; what was his name? Arbel, Carbel....Albel? Yes, Albel Nox quickly identified me under his watchful gaze, putting me in a category unknown to me.
"So you're the creator; I was expecting someone a bit older and more of a challenge. Not a pretty boy with a baby face." My smile slipped right off my face as my left eye twitched. This data had enough guts to speak to my face and tell me things like he had freedom? Taking a step closer I instantly smiled as he spread his legs, bending his back a bit as he crouched down. The gleaming metal catching the light of the room and reflecting a tad. The claw twitched as he prepared for any possible situation.
"Sir that being is quite impressive. Even dodged all of the bullets it's inhuman..."
"No...." I uttered lightly, a pleased smile spreading as my face seemed to glow with pride. "It's a perfect creation. That was what I created him for, my greatest achievement." Ah, the look from Albel was too priceless. Confusion in those adorable eyes, the stance going from confident to a slack butchered state. Taking closer steps I didn't stop my slow walk until I was in front of the multi colored being. Age twenty-four, birthday was Christmas day, blood type O, a species of Elicoorian with a gift from the dragons, last remaining related person of his family line. Suffered a traumatic event at age fourteen after failing the accession to the flame.
I know him like I know myself.
I brushed away a few pieces of blond hair that blinded my vision for a fraction of a moment, already anticipating Albel's 75 of aggression attack to swing upwards. Take a chunk of flesh off my face, which would have me writhing on the floor...
It's amusing once you realize how easy it is to expect such things. Catching the wrist as I bent my head back to avoid the claw I grinned wildly. Bringing the being closer until I was nose to nose with him.
"...And creations should obey the creator, not needlessly rebel against one that is there god..."
"Unless the god is also a pathetic fool and tries to control what cannot be controlled."
"Your the fool. I've given you life and everything else, and in return you give me a hassle in having to clip your wings?"
"My wings have been clipped the day I was born. With such useless fools I've achieved a standard you cannot compare to."
"Your just like the maggots you look down on..."
"Than I look down on you and you are below maggots. Scum."
Feeling my temper rising I regrettably backhanded him. The blow was enough the numb his right cheek for the moment. Already I could see the area starting to bruise, and the inside of the mouth collect a tad bit of blood. "Don't ever talk back to me and put me on your level. We are not equal." I growled eyes hardening like cold ice changing to a diamond. Tossing my head I held onto the figure as the back up came and restrained the other. Sedating him for the sake of all ears being intact. Unlike Roger, Albel will not be so easy to break. But his pride and honor deludes him.
Without a final thought I found my feet taking me out of the room, clanking noisily against the floor as I escaped reality and found peace in my world. My thoughts, a place no one would ever be able to touch. Bowing my head as I kept walking, wherever my feet took me.
I glanced up a few minutes later. Blinking a bit in confusion as my eyes took in the massive built in arena. It was on the 211 floor . Down a secret staircase (what? You actually expect me to leave my creations outside of my floor? Less work if they did escape. With the elevators disabled, I don't expect that to happen) and further down to a place only selected people were allowed.
Taking a seat that overlooked the coliseum one could say, I tapped my cheek. It would be interesting if I could see their fighting potential and learn from it what my faults are. Tapping my fingers against the armrest I allowed my eyes to shut , seeing the exotic soothing darkness.
And briefly wondered just how exciting my life might be now. That I have a brand new batch of playthings to use as I see fit.
A/N: Uhhhhh... No nobody hurt me! I don't know Lucifer enough but like Albel he would talk in riddles and he likes to repeat himself XP I'm sorry if this isn't exactly how you pictured Lucifer but I X-x had trouble a bit deciding how to write some parts. VV; I hope I get better. And if you don't like his POV tell me, or give me suggestions if I missed something out of his kind of character. Thanks for reading!
2793 words. Mrrrgh sorry it was so short X-x
Youko Mitsutama: Don't worry it's the right window XDDD. Problem is you –shakes you- you have made me want to do an individual Lucifer/Albel pairing! Gah. I'm glad you're still hooked on it and well aware you're my muse XP. Making me write more and more and MORE D Get writing on your own soon or else....-book of discipline-
GothicKitti: If you want Fayt/Albel I could squeeze in a bit and make Lucifer jealous –snicker- spread the pairing around. Lucifer/Albel is a great pairing! One of the best ;-; mwhahahaa
PrettyArbitrary: I really just noticed what that sounded like XD omg so naughty –whaps- XD Yes it's meant to scare all you little kiddies (and snot so kiddies) away because Lucifer IS a scary man. With as much mental stability as Albedo. Again...I can't stop THINKING about that creepy darn –mutter mutter- Anyway's I appreciate your review
Thanks for reading. I appreciate everyone's review (makes me happy SOMEONE read it XD)