I want to live, not be afraid and forsaken [open]

[thedevilwhorose]

Who: Lucifer, others
When: September
Where: Thorne + the Horizon
What: catch-all, open prompts, closed starters
Warnings: Blood



(Per usual ShadowSpirit. Lucifer's on a weird prowl both in Thorne and in the Horizon. He had a Time in Nocwich.

Will always match style.)

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[blackeyedprince]

There is no valid reason for Kell assuming the Summoned would automatically behave friendly to each other by sole virtue of being in the same predicament. Yet, he assumed that. As it is no particular reason to think that Lucifer is lying about the attack. Why would he? Kell would rather expect the opposite of that. Not admitting to his own botched reaction. He had only told Rhy about his own mishap at the Lunar Pond. So Lucifer straight up telling him he fucked up is something he did not expect, particularly not from him.

"But you didn't kill them, did you?"

As if the 'are you in trouble' question is the most important here. Not the other person potentially dying. Impeccable moral standards, both of them.

[thedevilwhorose]

"No."

There's a grumble to his voice. Annoyance. He definitely wanted to, but the advantage wasn't there.

The difference here is that Kell sees the trouble in killing them, but Lucifer sees leaving them alive much worse. Who would have found their bodies and known it was him, anyway? It could have been just another Hunting Grounds mishap.

But it is an interesting question from Kell, and the phrasing there. What he knows of Rhy he would think his question would be for the concern of the other Summoned.

Hm.

"They won't," shouldn't, "be a problem."

[blackeyedprince]

Because it is more trouble. Someone always comes looking. A relative, a friend, a nosy official trying to make a name for themselves. Kell knows first-hand the difficulty of having to off someone without causing a stir.

Similarly, he knows the Hunting Grounds were dangerous, but those were also neutral territory with potential diplomatic consequences. His many years living and observing the diplomatic dance of his own home country taught him a thing or two. Like the one that says you just don't let your guests die in accidents. You investigate the shit out of those, with extreme prejudice. The negligence, real or imagined, would make you look bad. Nobody wants to look bad in diplomatic relations.

"But it wasn't someone from here, was it?"

Here, meaning Thorne. That part he just assumes from the latter part of Lucifer's confession. It never crosses his mind, it could have been some he knows.

[thedevilwhorose]

"It wasn't," he answers. "Cadens, I think." Dean is, anyway. He couldn't be sure about the other two. He considers outright naming Dean, but he doesn't need Kell going around and asking questions. That does no favors for Lucifer.

He chuckles, "I know it's oh-so shocking, but I haven't had any trouble with anyone in Thorne." Look at him, behaving! Not that anyone here knows that he's someone that needs to behave. "Well, okay, some, but not enough for someone to try and kill me."

[blackeyedprince]

"Makes one wonder what did you do to make that Cadens person try and kill you. Or do they just hate your guts because of your riveting personality?"

There are times, and matters, Kell knows he shouldn't poke and prod at. The more he knows, the more he shouldn't, the stronger the urge to do it anyway. The words fall before he's even able to realize it, even less stop himself. It wasn't a good trait to have back home, it's downright dangerous here.

[thedevilwhorose]

The benefit for Kell is that Lucifer does like people who speak their mind. Not always, of course, and he could be set off at no particular word in general, and there's often risk--as he had berated Kell--but. But.

Impulses are funny things.

And for as screwed up as an entity Lucifer is, he acknowledges people for what they are.

He tosses up his arms, palms upturned, voice too high, "It's a mystery! But I didn't make the first move." Careful wording. Move, not attack. "And their little ringleader was an insult to everything me and my kind are." He may as well have said they had it coming.

He drops his arms and sniffs, irritated. Still. Enough that anger flashes through his expression just at the thought of Dean Winchester's sprung wings and the subsequent burst of power.

wrap here?

[blackeyedprince]

It's personal then. Really, he should have guessed. It's not really that surprising, from how haphazardly they all tend to be dragged into this world, that some of the familiar faces would turn out to belong not to one's friends but enemies.

"Good then they weren't summoned by Thorne. At least you don't have many occasions to meet."