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When; Evening, 1st September.
Rating; PG-13 (for now).
Characters; Fuuma, Lucifer, Alexiel (maybe Rosiel & Katan, that depends if we are going to log this together or apart).
Summary; Fuuma wants to meet Lucifer. Upon Belial’s suggestion, he follows Alexiel to find him.
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For most, losing their powers today was torture, they felt bare and fragile without possibility of defend themselves. But for Alexiel, to live without the constant peril of restarting Creation or any other disaster if she just slipped her control a bit, it was a small vacation.

Certainly, she was concerned who got her powers (and if that person would be able to unlock the self-sealed abilities of Rosiel and the Adam Kadmon she had forced within herself to avoid further worries) but the giddiness of being human without the curse of miserable life and horrible death that had haunted her for eons, was refreshing.

That morning, without saying a word, the fair, former angel dressed in her plain, white robe and wrapped her frame with a brown cloak. They would sense it, her fellow angels and Lucifer, detect her aura was gone or change. But she would have fun first.

They could not detect where she was, not now that Alexiel had become one more human in the crowd. It was better she left the Cathedral, knowing what type of loved ones she kept with her. As much she loved them, they were possessive and disturbing.

Alexiel went to the Cafe, listened to idle talks for hours then tried to read a book in the library. Lastly, near sundown, she took a walk through the beach, bare feet to feel the cold water washing her skin and the spray-filled waves perfuming her with salt.

She had been alone and with such peace that nearly made all her wars, all the blood that she had spilled across the battlefield and thing of a distant past, a dream and not reality. An evening in Xanadu Garden would be a great way to finish her little escapade from reality that was of course, until she noticed that someone was following her.

Discretely, Alexiel glanced over her shoulder as she strolled, recognizing the tall man as Fuuma. Kamui’s Fuuma. Perhaps he found out about Kamui’s lessons with me? she thought, keeping her pace normal, there was no agitation in her walk even after the recognition of a possible threat. While she did not care about dying, she knew Lucifer would and could trigger many unpleasant events for people she protected.

A moment of selfishness did not justify that sacrifice.

Thus, Alexiel decided to bid farewell to a quiet evening in the gardens and crossed the street, heading to the gothic Cathedral her brethren and monsters have turned into their nest.

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Alexiel heard Lucifer’s voice before several black feathers rained from the sky and his shadow covered her. Through human’s eyes, he looked imposing, fearsome but, angel or not, the Organic Angel was still untamable. She removed her hood, allowing the wind swirl her brown strands.

Why, was he cranky today? He better not spoil her good mood.

“Why yes, Lucifer, I decided to return,” Alexiel replied, her voice was flat, almost cold. “Should I have left you a note? Asked permission?” challenged the woman, curling her lips up in a smile. “I am rather hungry; this body isn’t as resistant as usual. So if you excuse me.” She walked pass him and tugged the back of his leather outfit, motioning to Fuuma’s former direction.

They needn’t words to speak, to communicate she had been stalked by someone.

He inclined his head, "Go and eat." Then paused, "Next time leave a note." And narrowed eyes at Fuuma, seeing his form and shadow outlined. Wings flaring, he moved towards the antichrist's position, sword still at his side and not yet drawn.

"You." He addressed, Devil of few words that he was, "What business have you here." If that creature thought to harm his Alexiel then it would be sorely mistaken.

Fuuma immediately stepped into full view, arms wide and stance easy and unthreatening as he gave a slight bow; he wore little more in the way of defense than customary sunglasses and his smile. "I was sent to seek you by one of yours, who told me you had much to teach."

That was slightly unexpected. Lucifer inclined his head, "Then you were informed wrongly. I am no teacher and this is no classroom." Wings furled back to tuck around him, no longer feeling this creature was a meance.

"However, I will give you one lesson, stay away from the one you followed here."

((OOC: Have to convince him ^_~ ))

"What I look for cannot be found in a classroom, I'm afraid. The Jester intrigued me in the affairs of your world." Despite his mildly impatient tone, Fuuma nodded amiably, inclining his head at the rigid woman standing to one side. "I apologize for not being open with my company, my lady. I was simply awaiting a chance to speak to you about the matter, but you seemed too at peace for me to disturb." A brilliant smile laced his words with sincerity.

"Belial." Lucifer's upper lip twitched slightly. That wretched creature. But she did nothing without a reason (even if only to annoy him). "And why did she send you to me, hm? What was it about you that she considered needing of my attention and instruction?"

He was not hostile, only curious, slightly bored.

Alexiel neither answer to Lucifer’s concern or his touch. She was unresponsive half of the time around him, still at odds for whatever twisted relationship they had - never apart, half missing each others and always with the tension of eons on their shoulders.

She remained stoic as Fuuma apologized, even without powers she had a great empathy with all creatures, despite appearing to be a perfect statue sculpted out ice at times. “The Mad Hatter suggested you to see Lucifer? Are you that curious about the whereabouts of our world?” She shot a glance to Lucifer. He would not instruct this man, not against Kamui. “Why do you seek to learn? What for?”

"Ah, not the whereabouts; that would be futile now, wouldn't it?" Fuuma's smile never wavered--in fact, his body canted sideways, hand resting easily on one hip as he took in the positions and minute interactions of the pair with sharp eyes. "I wished to know more about the warefare on your world, so that I might have some comparison for the ones on mine..."

Warring angels and demons and gods; there was a certain... medieval charm to that, even if he did say so himself.

"The war is over," Lucifer replied, baring teeth in a barbaric smile. "God lost." Alexiel's look had tempered him to say little, but her actions and current mood were wagging his tongue a touch.

He, after all, refused to play her whipping boy at the constant.

That information was harmless, Alexiel supposed. “The war is never over,” she contradicted Lucifer’s statement with a weary sigh. “Not until the puppets notice their strings have been severed and the puppeteer destroyed.”

Of course she was no shy to wars. She was the Great Goddess of Warfare among her kind. But those battles grew dull and no longer useful. She had quenched her thirst, her desire to tell Rosiel her feelings.

Fuuma's smile quirked up a notch, but he showed no other outward sign of his observation; he crossed his arms casually as though intellectual discussion with a winged angel were commonplace. "And what did you win?"

"After Alexiel here killed God," Lucifer replied, inclining his head to her and knowing it would annoy her. "We won the right to exist. Heaven. Hell. Assiah. They were all to be destroyed by God," Lucifer replied.

"But there is much more to the story and, of course, the methods, than can be spoken of in a mere day," Lucifer replied. "What is your interest in all of this, Devils are a curious sort." And gave an enigmatic smile.

“No, I didn’t,” Alexiel challenged, glaring at Lucifer. “Setsuna killed God, he just used my powers but his was the hand who wielded your steel body and the human will I bestowed my might.” But, it was her intent to kill god that fueled Setsuna’s determination.

“I won freedom, to quench my thirst that has haunted me since the Genesis,” added finally Alexiel. She was sure God would not destroy Rosiel, Adam Kadmon or her. He needed them to start over again. To be their pretty puppets once more.

"Your God would destroy everything he created?" Fuuma raised a calm eyebrow, betraying no trace of his own feelings on the matter. Whether god, godslayer or godhunter... No matter the number of threads in the weave or the method of weaving, the image on the tapestry would follow its base pattern.

Although his destiny had centered on Tokyo, he would be a poor Angel if he had ignored the degradation of the rest of the world... In turn, the Earth had turned her face up to greet him, smiling through her tears. "I would see the final destiny of all the worlds." Prophetic words; sometimes not even the Kamui understood the extent of his foresight.

“Our Creator was a heartless, neglectful Father,” Alexiel replied with venom, her eyes grew colder to the memory of God. “He used us all as experiments and made nature itself weep. The root of life, my Holy Parent, Adam Kadmon. He abused the Seraphita and tried to manipulate his children, the twins.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “When his creations raised their voices loud at his bad… reign, he tried to wipe them out and start anew. Tried.”

Her expression did not change when Fuuma mentioned the end of the worlds, it was still that serene pillar of strength that had made demons and angels shiver in fear. Even without powers, Alexiel was Alexiel.

“I would probably see the end when it comes, but that won’t come until there’s will to fight for life.”

"The final destiny of all the worlds, you say that as though it were a singular thing," Lucifer replied. "Though perhaps it could be. The worlds are not so different, after all..."

His expression shifted to that of disdain, "And I imagine you are interested in the final battle. As well as the infernal skirmishes in which we prevailed? You seem an apt listener. I am not adverse to explaining them."

This boy was not of the divine, there was something dark about his aura that called to Lucifer. Kindred spirit, perhaps? In more ways than one?

"An ending may be a beginning, and there is hardly a way to fight against life," Fuuma said in a murmur, no force to his tone and no smile to the words; but his eyes were fixed on Alexiel's when he added the perfunctory, "my lady."

His expression was agreeable once more when he faced Lucifer, inclining his head and holding out one hand, palm up. "The destiny of a dreamseer is not for me, and I have not had the pleasure of meeting one here, as of yet. I have no doubt that the destiny, or destinies of the worlds will reveal themselves in time; but time itself is a delta..."

Gently he retracted the palm, dismissing his words in a subtle apology for overrunning his host's topic of conversation; within, there was a darker withdrawing, sweet with a knowledge like red wine that he had drawn from the angel's aura--the eyes of both of the angels that he held with his. "I would be honored to hear your battle stories, ruler of Hell," Fuuma replied--this, too, was a truth.

“I didn’t fight for life,” cleared up Alexiel in case she wasn’t clear. “I fought for freedom. Don’t take me as a pawn of a so-called Fate. I severed the strings with my own blood-stained hands and mocked the Oracles’ words. For no one determines my destiny, not even God, with all his punishments and cages, was able to tame me.”

She shrugged at his conversation with Lucifer. Battles grew dull after eons of reveling in them. This one was trying to teach her about the cycle and life? She who had experienced thousands deaths and countless births? There was no secrets in that subject for her.

“If you want to talk about the good old times, Four Wings. Invite him inside,” she suggested, glancing at her dark companion.

"She is a little dramatic, is she not?" Lucifer chuckled, "Very well, I shall invite him inside if you are willing. .?" The last part was addressed to Fuuma, though a glance was given to Alexiel for it.

Lucifer knew that something about this person agitated Alexiel and wished to find out, to press the advantage. "Let us be frank with each other, in my world I am The Devil, the pinnacle of evil, some might say. I have no qualms with the dark in your person, however, I wish to know what you are and what your exact purpose is in discovering all of the worlds."

"It is not a trait to be belittled, I think," Fuuma offered in return, with a glance of tacit peace to Alexiel even as he stepped closer to Lucifer, hands in pockets. "I thank you for your hospitality."

His head tilted and he stepped easily to a companionable distance from the one he addressed, shifting the sunglasses to his hair with one hand. "I would call myself neither light nor dark; I was called into being by destiny to act as Messiah for the dying world, and merely wish to see if such purpose lives beyond the mission given me there." Nothing to hide, and nothing to give; Fuuma had faced seals and judgment and angels, and found them lacking in what he searched for.

Alexiel smirked at Lucifer when he accused her of melodramatic. “Look how you dress and how you speak before calling me in such a way, fool,” she replied, moving out of arms reach from him in purpose. Alexiel knew how he would want to hold her close and she was cruel enough to deny her presence.

Half absently, she listened what Fuuma had to say. She would tell Kamui later everything she learnt from his twin star. She would not fight for him, she had her own battles to mind about but as his teacher, she would guide him how to face his fear.

Lucifer noted her movement and swept one black wing around her, knowing that she could not smack him with her own wings for today she had none.

"Cruel woman..." He murmured. Then narrowed eyes and looked to Fuuma. "You may not enjoy what I have to say then. There is little of humans or humanity I care for, aside their suffering which serves no other purpose than to amuse me."

And turned abruptly, leading them into the church, "But I will answer what you ask and inform you of that which you wish to know." He was feeling generous and spiteful.

Fuuma smiled back. "I would be a mere human, if I believed the destiny of the worlds and the destiny of the angels to be intimately involved with that of our world." He followed Lucifer readily, although he kept his distance from the great sweeping wings despite the fact that they were somewhat occupied at the moment; and he watched the backs that were so different now, thoughtfully. "Your wisdom will be gratefully received, Devil." And the word was sweet on his tongue.

Alexiel was indignant when Lucifer did his wing trick. She plucked some feathers out and had to stop her tracks. “Very funny, Four Wings,” she snapped, coldly. “Release unless you want to lose this wing tomorrow morning.” She paused, trying another strategy. “I would be a distraction in your lessons.”

He winced inwardly at the plucking of his feathers, but showed no outward change in demeanor except the serpentine smile that curled his lips, "Well worth it, I think." In reply to her threat of severing his wing when she regained her power.

He made no reply to Fuuma, but noted the way his tone seemed to fondle the word Devil. Opening the great doors to the Cathedral, he made no effort to not let them close on Fuuma. The boy would either have to catch them himself or be crushed. "If you do not wish to stay, there is no need," he added in reply to Alexiel. "I am sure there are many human things you wish to do today."

Alexiel’s smile faded when Lucifer instructed her to leave and note and then flat out dismissed her. She whirled around, grasping his wrist firmly.

“I think, Four Wings, we need to make clear something,” she snapped proudly. “You can’t order me around. I am free to do what I please when I please as I please. If you continue with this attitude, I will treat you as my servant again, Nanatsusaya.” Her attention then focused on Fuuma. She straightened her posture, standing beside Lucifer. She was not afraid to hide behind him.

So, he doesn’t know after all.

His eyes dropped to her fingers around his wrist, then moved back up to her face. So she was serious. Lucifer's outward expression was one of boredom intermixed with slight amusement, but his eyes were only for her and held something like apology.

Fingers slid over her own where she held him, stroking the back of her hand as one would soothe an angered beast. "I worried for you." And he had, though he would never repeat his words.

Then looked over Fuuma again, there was something... about him.

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