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1A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Sun Oct 29, 2017 7:17 pm

Willowy elongated fingers reached out through the darkness to silence the alarm before it even began to go off: she hadn’t slept again. The pills she had been given weren’t working anymore, and hadn’t been for weeks. She had survived simply on a few hours here and there, a nap or two a day. But, even that was failing her now. Every time she closed her eyes the past came up into the forefront of her mind and she found herself sneaking off to her brother’s room just to check on him and make sure he was alright, or pacing their tiny apartment double checking the locks on the windows and doors, making sure that there was nothing lurking in the darkness waiting to snatch them up. It had been months since their freedom was obtained, since they had battled and fought side by side against their captors and freed themselves, and yet when she closed her eyes the past haunted her as if they were still living within it.

With the softest of sighs leaving her pale lips she sat up on her bed, pushing the covers off of herself and allowing the coldness of the room to assault her flesh. She waited but a moment before pausing and standing, allowing the white nightgown she wore to fall down around her and to her knees, held up by two inch thick straps on her shoulders: the nightgown the same alabaster white as her flesh, and making her resemble something more akin to a phantom than any sort of human. She reached over, flicking the switch to her bedside lamp and flooding the pale walled room in its yellowy glow. Her room was exactly as it had been when they had first purchased the pre-furnished apartment: empty and sparse, with barely anything to leave a tale behind of the owner of the room: the biggest change being the sheer volumes of books that littered the built in bookshelves and the desk.

Reaching over to the bedpost nearest to her she pulled free her housecoat, slipping her arms into the thin cloth against the chill of the room: it helped, but only a little. Folding her arms around herself after pulling the front closed she headed towards her bedroom door, pausing as she caught her pale reflection with the far too large black eyes in the mirror. She stared at herself for but a moment before closing her eyes and sighing. Shaking her head she opened her eyes and walked out of the door, leaving it open behind herself as she headed toward the kitchen – allowing the soft yellow glow to guide her way down the otherwise dark hallway. She paused outside of her brothers door, wondering if he was awake yet, before heading on and into the kitchen itself.

Much like her bedroom the rest of the apartment was chilly and cold too, and she paused near the thermostat to turn it up, hoping that the heat would kick on soon, before heading over to the one object she actually gave half a care in the world over – the coffee pot. It had been filled with water and coffee grounds the night before so that all someone had to do was turn it on in the morning, which Lily did with a simple flip of the switch before folding her arms around herself once again. Leaning her backside against the counter she listened as the sound of the coffee pot heating up the water began to fill the air, staring ahead of her at the blank wall across the way while thinking back to the thoughts and nightmares which had made sleep impossible. As the past began to encase her mind once more a far-away look came to her eyes: a sign her body was there but her mind was far gone, the very world around her fading away from view as the past took its place.

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2A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty Re: A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Sun Oct 29, 2017 8:55 pm

He had been up most of night, researching something that had caught his eye; a skill that the ninja of other villages used to great effect for a variety of tasks; something called 'Genjutsu', or Illusionary Techniques. From what Lucifer could gather, these techniques are employed in the same fashion as ninjutsu, requiring chakra and hand seals. However, the primary difference between the two is that the effects of genjutsu are illusory; instead of attacking the victim's body, like taijutsu or ninjutsu, genjutsu techniques manipulate the flow of chakra in the victim's brain, thus causing a disruption in their senses. An interesting read, if he did say so himself.

Closing the book, Lucifer sat back and stretched his arms and legs, attempting to work out the stiffness that built up during his reading. A quick glance at the clock would read 2:40 am; had he really been engrossed in his book for over two hours? He had only meant to read a little and wind down before he went to sleep, but given the time, it seemed that sleep was not going to happen tonight. A light snore from his bed would cause him to turn and look back. His latest conquest was peacefully asleep; a young stripper by the name of Xio Mishima. The male had worked in the sandbox for several months before this point, something that he had never planned for more than a week or two. When Sam came in for a small celebration that had turned into a night drinking, with the young stripper betting the devil he could drink him under the table. Not one to turn down a wager, the devil accepted, and then proceeded to show Xio exactly how it was done. By the end of the night, both were quite drunk and could barely stand up straight. Rather than let the young man walk home at that time of the night, the devil offered to let him stay at his hotel room for the night, as it was not far from the bar. Once home, one thing let to another and ... well... a satisfied Lucifer burned through the alcohol in his system while showing this young man exactly why he was top dog.

Perhaps it was time for a shower? Getting up from his desk, Lucifer stripped down to his small clothes and fetched a clean pair of underwear from a nearby drawer. Stepping into the adjoining bathroom, he turned on the hot water. He prefered his showers burning, and the bathroom to feel like a sauna. As the water began to heat, and the bathroom began to steam up, he could not help but think over what he'd been reading, mulling it over in his mind. While the prospects of genjutsu were indeed interesting, and he was indeed fascinated by it, it didn't seem like something he would use in battle. He was more of a 'hands on' type of guy. Maybe, he would be better off in learning how to handle a weapon to assist him in battle? Perhaps he would look into it someday.

After stripping off the last of his clothes and ducking under the water, the male could not help but groan softly as the dirt, grime and the scent of sex was scalded off his body. Reaching for the soap, he lathered his body before proceeding to scrub the remaining traces of the scent of sex from his skin. While he was particularly proud of his ability and stamina, he hated smelling like sex for an extended period, and so every inch of his body was scrubbed twice over. When he was satisfied that he was finally clean, Lucifer stepped out from under the water and grabbed a towel hanging nearby. As he dried himself off, he could not help but admire his body. For a man in his late teens, he had the physique of a man in his mid twenties. He knew from expirence that he could pass as his father's younger brother; foreign diplomats often mistook him as a mere special jounin or messenger ninja, often leading to plenty of amusing situations when they disbelieved that the 'entirety of the Morningstar Family's militaristic might was controlled by a mere child'. According to his personal doctor, his youthfulness was due to the power of his yang nature chakra, which apparently kept his body in top physical condition. He was not going to complain; just another wonderful reason to be him.

Once he'd put on his undergarments, he stepped back into his bedroom to Hop back into bed for a few hours of rest..

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The heavy snoring should have been obvious; Lucifer was in the apartment in his room, curled up on the couch by the heater. Lucifer was sprawled on his back, arms and legs stuck out at odd angles as he slept. One would possibly believe that Lucifer was a contortionist while asleep, but this was something rare. This kind of flexibility was something Lucifer could only achieve after a night of drinking.

As Lilly went about her morning routine, Lucifer merely rolled over once at the sound of the alarm being silenced. He had an internal clock that he somehow managed to adhere to -- exactly five minutes later, after Lilly had stepped into the kitchen and flicked on the coffee maker -- Lucifer snapped awake, and a second later, the hangover kicked in.

OH GOD WHY THE PAIN?!

Blinding, seering pain flashed through Lucifer's head, and for a moment, he wondered where the frick he was. He hated this part about drinking sometimes-- when he woke up, he always wondered where he was. He was afraid that one day, he would wake up in some stranger's bed, having been taken advantage of while drunk -- or worse, having taken advantage of someone else. More so, with the fact that he was now developing in his lower region; what was once flat enough to pass him off as being possibly a flat chested female as Lucifer had done in his childhood was now growing outward into something of obvious thickness, something that it seemed everyone was taking notice of. It did not help that his ahem, family jewels were starting to become larger, rounding out as well.

Sitting up, Lucifer grabbed his head, rocking slightly. God, this pain was ****... well, painful. It was hard to concentrate, but somehow, he was able to get up and stumble about blindly. He did not dare turn on a light; that was just asking for trouble. Hangovers were caused by evil little creatures that hid in a person's head -- light made them go wild. Slowly, he found his way out of the bedroom and into the living room to the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony. Somehow figuring out how to open the lock, Lucifer literally crawled out on his hands and knees into the cool air.

The cool air felt good on his skin. If he had been in his right mind, he would have notice that he was literally nude save for the briefs that hid his nether regions. To anyone looking on, it would have been a strange sight to see; someone with the not quite feminine body shape of a woman, but with the a pouch on his crotch that made it appear as if he were smuggling a few puppies. Speaking of...

As the pain began to subside in his head somewhat, it was quickly replaced by one in his abdomen, something that always followed a heavy night of drinking. While his body might have recently started to look more feminine, there were still parts and habits of him that were definately that of the opposite sex. Still not registering where he was save for outside, hands reached down and adjusted seams, allowing himself a bit of freedom. A moment later, a thick stream of urine spilled from the balcony to the ground below, followed by loud sighing. Why did it seem like the first piss of the morning always seemed to last for hours? The numerous beers he guzzled last night certainly did not help.

As the stream died down, and his head cleared, Lucifer looked about the area. It looked familiar, but he couldnt quite place it. He rarely drank, but when he did, he was either alone or out with Lilly, his sister. After adjusting himself, and finally realizing that he wasnt wearing a top, Lucifer stumbled inside to find his clothes, just in time to see Lilly standing in the kitchken. Mumbling a quick 'Good morning', he stepped around Lilly and set about making coffee.

As he sat down at the table, Lucifer did not say a word. It was a miracle that he'd managed to get out the 'Good morning' earlier. Normally, until he had at least two cups of coffee in his system, the best you'd get out of Lucifer was growls and grunts. Personally, Lucifer could not remember who's idea it had been to go out drinking-- that persona needed to be tied up and forgotten about for a few days. Maybe even beaten. If it was Lilly's idea, he would probably need to be careful. She liked pain, and with his current headache, he did not feel like dealing with the awkwardness...




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3A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty Re: A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Sun Oct 29, 2017 10:14 pm

As Lilith stood there her stomach began to growl, the sound knocking her out of her thoughts. She turned and opened up the fridge and frowned at the contents, wondering what it was she actually wanted to make for breakfast. Or, maybe she should skip breakfast? No, she was pretty sure she wasn't going to be able to get away with doing that especially after the previous night of drinking her twin had done: he had had one too many the night before and she was lucky if her brother could remember her own name.

So, breakfast it was then! All manner of bacon, sausage, biscuits, eggs, cheese, and other ingredients were pulled from the fridge with gusto. Pots and pans followed and soon enough the food was started, filling the room with its wonderful smell. In her opinion the smell of food was a better alarm clock then well... an alarm clock. Food was finished, and after taking down two plates she fixed them up, putting them both on the table followed by glasses filled with juice. Breakfast was served and she sure her sibling would make himself known fairly quickly! Sure enough she wouldn’t have to wait long for him to emerge.

“Mmm, it will be as soon as I have enough caffeine in my blood stream that my blood to caffeine ratio is equal.”, she said in responses to the good morning. Yup, she needed coffee to function, it was just the way things were. “Hnn... remind me again why we you to drink last night knowing full well we planned on doing some training this morning?”, she would ask of her twin. Not that she didn't get off on a little self torture and all.. but still, looking at that decision now it likely wasn't the best to make. But, whatever, it had been fun to fun – or at least what she could remember of it had been fun, since she had left sometime between him meeting up with the stripper and the pair of them making eyes at each other.

”Tylenol is in the cupboard above the coffee machine by the way in case you need some – I bought a new bottle yesterday; and I made enough food to feed an army if your are still hungry after that plate..” Fast metabolism: joyous for someone like her who enjoyed food. Lilith pulled her own chair out and sat down. Figuring it was going to take a few minutes for the coffee to percolate she decided to start on her own plate of food: the hash browns were eaten first – her favorite breakfast food after all. Her biscuit was cut open and an egg and sausage added before she closed it up making a sandwich which was then devoured next.

She glanced over to the coffee machine when she was done eating, noticing that the pot was now full. She reached up with her left hand and scratched at a spot on her face. She stood then and wandered over, grabbing down two coffee mugs – big ones, not little tiny cups because they just didn't hold enough coffee in them to satisfy her. She also removed the creamer from the fridge and pulled out the sugar from the nearby cupboard along with spoons from the drawer. Yawning she added cream and sugar to her own coffee; a lot of both, and then added the coffee before giving it a good stir. Just as she was about to bring the cup to her lips however a sound went off next door that sounded like a door slamming followed by shouting.

Lilith flinched and rolled her head on her shoulders: physical pain sprouting up due to the noise and her hangover not mixing well. “My tolerance doesn't exist in the morning... especially not this early. Hnn... they need to stop, it hurts my head...”

“BITCH I'LL **** KILL YOU! GET BACK HERE!”

“NO! GO frick YOURSELF!”

“I WILL KILL YOU!”

Okay, Lilith wasn't in the mood to listen to this. She really wasn't. She knew they needed to move but the apartment was cheap, and outside of the noisy neighbors that liked to drink next door it was a rather nice place to live. So, Lilith took a sip of her coffee, put the cup down on the kitchen counter, and then walked over and out her front door – snagging a knife out of the cutting block on the way. The neighbors apartment door was right outside of their own; only about three feet down. So, she reached it in just a few strides, raised her fist, and beat on the door loudly three times.

“WHO THE frick IS IT?!”

“Open the **** door before I bust it down and shove its splintered pieces up your asshole one at a **** time with only your own blood as lubricant.”, Lilith bit out through gritted teeth. There was a quiet pause on the other side of the door in which Lilith could imagine her neighbors looking at each other in likely a shell shocked fashion before footsteps could be heard on the floor coming nearer, followed by the door opening.

In the doorway stood a massive man whose knuckles were bruised and broken open: obviously he used them often and likely had done so in the past six or so hours with the way they were looking – or so the medic and all of the training she had gone through told her. The man took in Lilith's appearance closely, looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl and gave her the urge to bathe in bleach, but she showed no outward sign of it. Once he realized she was much smaller then him and at least half his weight he grinned.

“Now who is this little thing beating on my door like a cop in the wee hours of the morning?” As he spoke his hand reached out, obviously he had every intention of stroking Lilith's face but suddenly came up short with his hand hovering mere inches above her angry looking face. “Who do you think you are beating on my door like that and making threats?” As he finished speaking his hand closed the distance, clearly about to make contact with the smooth flesh on her face – aiming to touch her cheek.

Truly this man was about to make a fatal mistake... one that was likely about to cause him a great deal of pain... One did not simply touch Lilith and go about unscathed.

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4A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty Re: A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:16 pm

“Mmm, it will be as soon as I have enough caffeine in my blood stream that my blood to caffeine ratio is equal.” Luca didnt say another word to either of them. It was a miracle that he had managed to get out the 'Good morning' earlier. Normally, until he had at least two cups of coffee in his system, the best you'd get out of Luca was growls and grunts.

“Hnn... remind me again why we decided to drink last night knowing full well we planned on doing some training this morning?”

Again, no answer save for the light growl and the sound of his forehead dropping against the cabinet doors.

”Tylenol is in the cupboard above the coffee machine by the way in case you need some; and I made enough food to feed an army.”

Oh thank the gods for this blessed woman.

The cabinet door was snatched open and the bottle of pain medicine was retrieved in an instant; a moment later and roughly six pills were popped into his mouth and chewed on noisily as he quickly made a plate of food after Lilly was done making hers. As soon as she was done, Luca stepped out of Lilly's way and sat at the breakfast nook, closing his eyes against the light coming from the kitchen for a moment before inhaling his food.

Sweet, merciful Lilly. He had no idea what he'd do without her cooking, especially on mornings like this where he was too hung over to even think straight, let alone operate a stove.

Pushing his plate aside after he finished while Lilly fetched coffee mugs and the liquid black gold, Luca lowered his head to the table once more, closing his eyes. With some food in his belly, and the medicine starting to kick in, he was starting to feel better. At least, he was until the yelling started and door slamming started.

“My tolerance doesn't exist in the morning... especially not this early.”

Luca did not even hear Lilly. His eyes opened, blood shot and fury spreading across his face like wild fire.

“BITCH I'LL **** KILL YOU! GET BACK HERE!”

“NO! GO frick YOURSELF!”

“I WILL KILL YOU!”

Luca shuddered, fists clenching. Each slammed door set off firewords within his skull, each screamed slur and obscenity echoed within it. He looked up, just in time to see Lilly snatch a knife from the cutting block on the counter. Getting up with another growl, Luca followed his sibling out into the hall, just in time to see her pound on a door just a few feet away.


“WHO THE frick IS IT?!”

“Open the **** door before I bust it down and shove it's splintered pieces up your asshole one at a **** time with only your own blood as lubricant.” If he had been in a better mood, Luca would have laughed at the statement. But as it was, he was likely to help Lilly go through with it. Coming to rest beside his sister as the door opened, Luca's red eyes seemed to glow as the brute made himself known.

The way he looked at Lilly was infuriating; this man looked at her like she was something to eat, and Luca was not having ANY of that shit.

“Now who is this pretty thing beating on my door like a cop in the wee hours of the morning? Who do you think you are beating on my door like that and making threats." It was then that Luca noticed the swinging hand.

Bad Career move. Luca was not about to let this happen. The world would seem to slow down as he moved, stepping around Lilly and somehow disarming her of the knife with her right hand. Even as this happened, the young man's left hand was already moving, lifting into the air to intercept the incoming strike by grabbing the wrist and slam the man's hand into the wall. The knife was then brought to bear, driven down into the slammed hand, essentially nailing this man's hand to the **** door frame. As he did, something miraculous happened; his eyes seemed to mutate and swirl, turning a deep crimson and being marked by a single tomoe.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Normally, the screaming would have been music to his ears, but it was only serving to piss Luca off more. As the sound washed over him, the world turned red as fireworks went off in his skull. All the good the aspirin had done was undone almost instantly, bringing back the waves of pain fresh. He had to be silenced, or else Luca might have actually passed out from the paid. Almost as if tracing the length of this guy's arm, Luca backhanded the **** with such power that he almost stumbled backward. Or, he would have, if he was not held up by a hand nailed to the door frame.

"It seems to me that you have a **** problem keeping your hands to yourself. It seems to me that you like touching people, whether they like it or not. It seems to me.. THAT YOU LIKE GETTING PHYSICAL!" As he young male spoke, Luca positioned himself, pinning the brute's free hand with his own against the other side of the door frame. Drawing back a foot, Luca launched it forward, knee bent to make a point and kicking this guy straight in the testes. "LETS SEE IF YOU LIKE GETTING TOUCHED!"

Another kick was launched, followed by another, and another, and another. The screaming gave way to whimpers, then quickly reverted to silent screams as a dark red stain appeared on the man's pants. "DO YOU LIKE BEING TOUCHED?! HUH?! DO YOU LIKE INTERRUPTING MY BREAKFAST?! DO YOU LIKE HOW I HANDLE PEOPLE WHO MAKE NOISE WHILE I'M HUNGOVER?! DO YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE MILK?!" Each question was punctuated with another kick, until Luca was pretty sure this man this man would have problems walking properly for the rest of his life, screw having kids. Even then, he did not stop kicking this man until he was sure the only thing holding him up was the knife in the door frame.



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5A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty Re: A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Sun Oct 29, 2017 11:50 pm

This mother **** was going to slap her: a sudden ache immediately began in her head, pure pain as her eyes turned crimson with a single tomoe appearing: this man was twice her size and she was going to be lucky of this didn’t kill her --- or not. Yeah, that was a definite or not. She felt the knife leave her hand, but it was by no means this giant brute of a man taking it – he wouldn't have been able to get it so easily out of her grip, plus it would seem as if he hadn't even noticed it – or perhaps he had and figured that since she looked so much smaller then him it was a non-issue. No, this was totally Lucifer disarming her who wasn't obviously about to stand by and watch this man even attempt to slap her – even though if Lilith was honest with herself she would have likely enjoyed the pain instead of it bothering her at all. But still, there were certain principals and morals to go by and letting some woman beater put their hands on her? That was a no no. Even if she would enjoy it in the end.

The smell of blood had Lilith blinking and snapping out of her current train of thoughts. Her blue colored gaze snapped sideways to the mans hand: he was screaming and his hand had essentially been nailed to the wall by the knife that Lucifer had taken from her. She didn't care how strong this man was he likely wasn't going to get that out himself – not with the pain that tugging on that was going to cause, plus adding in how deep the knife was in the wall itself. Nope, he would likely be stuck there until Lilith or Lucifer let him go or someone else came along who would.

And then Lucifer was essentially going off on this guy; yelling at him for his need to 'touch' people. Of course, this apparently came with some violence directed towards the brute's manhood – he definitely wasn't ever going to be able to have children when Lucifer was done with him. Lilith simply stood by and watched, amused: even though it wasn't her dealing out the pain exactly, or causing the blood to flow as it began to, she still was finding that itch for violence and harm scratched. Oh yeah, this was good.

The best part about the whole situation was, of course, that even though it was a bit in the over-kill scenario it was after all self defense. Lilith's blue gaze snapped to the female standing behind the brute a good ten feet back, the woman's hands brought up to her mouth in horror as she watched and listened to what was going on to the man she lived with. Having a civilian scared didn't bother Lilith, but the bruises on the innocent woman's face? Yeah, those did. So scratch that: this wasn't just self defense this was defense of an innocent civilian who looked so frail she looked like she couldn't even lift a sack of potatoes on her own.

“You. ****. Mother. ****.”, Lilith bit out each word as if it were its own sentence. Apparently something in her tone of voice caused the man – despite the massive amount of pain he was in (Lilith was surprised he was even still conscious considering what was happening to him) – to take pause and look at her and then follow Lilith's gaze to the shell shocked woman. The brute opened his mouth, obviously about to bark a commend or tell her off or whatever. However, before he could utter a word Lilith had removed the knife from his hand and the wall – something that jerked his attention back to her – and moved past Lucifer skillfully while grabbing the brute's uninjured hand. Before he could say 'bobs your uncle' she had his hand pinned to the other side of the door post and the knife going through it: nailing it there.

“**** hate pigs like you who feel the need to beat on women. Especially when they're five times smaller then you and can't fight back.” All of this was said over a fresh round of screams: she had purposely hit his hand in an area that would essentially – without the best medical care that only a shinobi or a rich member of the village would be lucky to get – render it useless for the rest of his life while keeping it in constant pain.

“Now, listen here **** face. I'm going to go in my apartment and I'm going to finish my coffee before it gets cold. I don't care if you have to crawl on your face and drag yourself across your apartment with your teeth: you are to go in there, pack your shit and only your shit, and get the hell out. I do not care where you go, I do not care if you survive making it down the steps. You are to leave and not come back. If I see you around here? I will kill you. Slowly and painfully. If you attempt to harm this woman or any other woman again? I will torture you for so long that you'll beg me to kill you and death will not come.” Lilith turned, not caring if the man got himself free or if Lucifer just killed him right then and there – Lilith was serious that if she saw him again shit was going to go down and go down hard.

She crossed the few steps that separated her from her apartment, walked inside and over to the kitchen counter, and picked up her giant coffee cup. She sipped at the liquid inside and relaxed a bit: it was still nice and hot. Good, good. Even as she sipped her coffee, waiting for her brother to reappear she realized she had done more talking in the past five minutes then she had done in the past five months. Weird. Then again, she didn’t like seeing the weak getting bullied, especially considering what her and her twin had been put through at the hands of the brute they had ended up slaughtering in the end. Yeah, that was a thing, definitely a thing.

Word Count: 1,055 | 2,810

Tomoe 1: 2,810 - 1,500 = 1,310

Reaction Time E0 - E1: 1,310 - 75 = 1,235
Reaction Time E1 - E2: 1,235 - 150 = 1,085
Reaction Time E2 - E3: 1,085 - 225 = 860
Reaction Time E3 - D0: 860 - 300 = 560

Perception E0 - E1: 560 - 75 = 485
Perception E1 - E2: 485 - 150 = 335
Perception E2 - E3: 335 - 225 = 110

Speed E0 - E1: 110 - 75 = 35

Remaining WC: 35
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6A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] Empty Re: A Fresh Start [Lucifer, or Invite Only] on Mon Oct 30, 2017 2:39 am

“You. ****. Mother. ****.”

Even through the sound of the blood rushing in his ears, Lucifer could hear his sister clearly; her voice alone was the the only thing that could cut through the noise that was the sound of his rage. That crimson gaze was locked on that of the screaming male, almost as if daring him to look away -- to blink was to invite death, and it surely stood over him, clad in the flesh of Lucifer. But it would seem that Lucifer was not the only flesh that Death possessed this day; it would seem that Lillith too was angry at the situation. The brute opened his mouth, obviously about to bark a commend or tell her off or whatever. However, before he could utter a word Lilith had removed the knife from his hand and the wall – something that jerked his attention back to her – and moved past Lucifer skillfully while grabbing the brute's uninjured hand. To the tune of another scream, Lillith would impale the knife into the hand, pinning the brute to the door frame yet again.

“**** hate pigs like you who feel the need to beat on women. Especially when they're five times smaller then you and can't fight back.”

Luca raised an eyebrow, crimson eyes turning to look upon Lillith; he had rarely ever seen Lilith this angry before, but he took note of a peculiar crimson shine in her eyes; she had a Sharingan? He knew of these things; the vague memories of half truths that were suppressed. Something about them being members of a royal clan, ninja whom wielded crimson eyes that brought black flames... Shaking his head, Lucifer pushed these thoughts aside, turning his attention back to the situation at hand.

“Now, listen here **** face. I'm going to go in my apartment and I'm going to finish my coffee before it gets cold. I don't care if you have to crawl on your face and drag yourself across your apartment with your teeth: you are to go in there, pack your shit and only your shit, and get the hell out. I do not care where you go, I do not care if you survive making it down the steps. You are to leave and not come back. If I see you around here? I will kill you. Slowly and painfully. If you attempt to harm this woman or any other woman again? I will torture you for so long that you'll beg me to kill you and death will not come.”

With those words hanging in the air, Lillith turned and stormed off, heading back to their apartment. Lucifer knew his dear sister well; the fact that she had taken the time to actually speak meant that she was sincere in her threat to end this man's life if she saw him again. Perhaps it would be a mercy to kill him right here and now... or would it be greater to let him live in his agony?

With a small shrug to the frightened woman still cowering in the apartment, Lucifer removed the knife from the pinned man's hand to the renewed screams of agony, and turned to walk away. He could hear the male sobbing in pain, but did not mind it. If this man did not heed the warning, Lillith would very well make do on her promise.

Stepping into the apartment, Lucifer would shut the door quietly behind him before taking up his place at the coffee table.

"Well shit. That just happened. Think we're gonna get into trouble for it? Also, any more coffee left?"




615 | 3225

~Thread Exit~

3225 / 1500 = One Tomoe Unlock

1725 / 750 = 975 [PER E-0 to D-0]

975 / 750 = 225 [REA E-0 to D-0]

225 / 225 = [END E-0 to E-2]


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The Devil is real, Guest.

He's not a little man with horns and a tail

He can be beautiful

Because he's a fallen angel

And he used to be God's favorite


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