accidental(ish) video; @angela

[hevenly]

[ There's a flapping of wings and the rush of wind. The video is obviously being taken from a point very high up. All that is visible is Angela, her silver armor with its golden wings gleaming in the sunlight, and the blue, cloud-dotted sky behind her. She holds the phone out, posing for the camera. Though she can't seem to settle on a good angle.

Is she...? Yeah, it looks kind of like she's trying to take a selfie. She must have hit record by mistake.

Oh well. Enjoy, Quarantine. ]

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[hevenly]

[ She only calls Loki her sometimes-brother because sometimes she's her sister instead. ]

I have never been worshipped as Loki and the Odinson have.

[ Sorry, stranger, she's not about to spill her whole tragic backstory without at least knowing your name first. ]

[hellicious]

[She hasn't given hers... well. Okay. She gave it in her username, but that doesn't count.]

Worship is overrated. I never understood the appeal.

[hevenly]

Indeed. [ Her people tell stories of how being worshipped as gods made the Asgardians vain and horrible. She can't help but think they were perhaps more right than not. ]

You said, "another Angel." Do you know of an Angel here?

[ This is Important Information Angela needs to know. ]

[hellicious]

Well, I suppose I fall into that category, even though I'm 'Fallen'. Got my wings back and everything, so that just seals the deal, doesn't it?

[hevenly]

[ ....wut. ]

I apologize. I must have misheard you. I thought you just claimed to be an Angel.

[hellicious]

I am. Well, angel and the Devil. The only one that fits into both.

[Smiles. All smiles. Wasn't he adorable, Angela?]

[hevenly]

[ There is so much about this that does not make sense. And yet Angela has a feeling that, if Sera were here, she would be able to explain. ]

You are an Anchorite? With wings?

[hellicious]

No, love. I'm the Devil. Lucifer Morningstar. I just happen to also be an ex-archangel. Fallen from grace...

What, don't tell me you haven't heard the story?

[hevenly]

[ Okay. At least he's not an Anchorite with wings. That would have shattered her whole worldview. ]

...Is this an Earth thing?

[hellicious]

Mm... no. It's a Hell thing. Well, Hell and Heaven. Not that I'm welcome in one or want to be in the other anymore.

[hevenly]

I have been to Heven and I have been to Hel. There is no one by the name of Lucifer Morningstar that I know.

[ In her universe's version, anyway. ]

[hellicious]

Satan? Beelzebub? Old Scratch?

[Ouch. His enormous ego couldn't quite fathom handling him not even existing in other realities.]

[hevenly]

...Mephisto?

[ She thinks she understands what he's trying to get at, but can really think of no analogue. ]

[hellicious]

Mmm, no, but perhaps I truly don't exist in your world.

That's...

[A kick to his manlies, is what it was. He even looked a little deflated.]

Well, no worries. I suppose it's only fair, as there aren't any valkyries or... whatever you are in my reality.

[hevenly]

Perhaps Loki will know of you. He has traveled more than I have. [ She hadn't really gone beyond Heven and the Endworlds before the past few years. ]

[hellicious]

We've met here. He at least knows who I am, I believe. Or the gist of it. Spend any time among humans and they've got all sorts of stories over their religions. Nice lad. Helpful, even.

[hevenly]

He must like you. [ She smiles. ] He's decidedly unhelpful to those he dislikes.

[hellicious]

Birds of a feather-- ah. No pun intended. I suppose it's not often one comes across someone older than themselves. I haven't had the pleasure yet. Do you think I could convince you to come down for a drink and a chat? One also doesn't come across flying beings often.

[hevenly]

Very well. I am getting thirsty.

[ She'll start to swoop back down towards the city. ] Where are you?

[hellicious]

In my quarters, but I can meet you at... ooh. There's that lovely little rooftop cafe. East side of the city. See you there in... five minutes?

[hevenly]

[ She nods and ends the video. Five minutes later, she'll be waiting at the rooftop cafe, an imposing figure at six foot two (taller if you count her bright red hair), clad in silver armor with golden wings folded. Notably, one of her arms ends at the elbow. ]

[hellicious]

[As she was kind enough to show her wings, he'd do the same, landing on the rooftop with white wings widespread, almost glowing in the light of the sun. He wasn't called the Lightbringer for nothing, Angela.

He'd posture for a moment, because really, there was no peacock that liked to preen more than Lucifer Morningstar, but after a quick flex and shiver of feathers, those wings would tuck themselves back into that space inside himself where they resided, making him look no more different than any man that strolled the streets. At 6'3, he'd match her height and shoot her a pleased smile, brows winging up at the sight of a missing arm.]

Well, that has to have a fun story to go along with it. I take it you're not immortal?

[hevenly]

[ The white feathered wings are so familiar to her, but seeing them on a male body is still strange. Her own wings, metal-tipped, will fold away as well. Just easier that way, neater.

She follows his gaze to her arm. ] A hunt gone poorly. [ There's more of a story to it than that, more context she could give, but she's not exactly a giving person. ]

Asgardians are not immortal, though they are very hard to kill.

[ Still "they," not "we." She accepts the fact of her birth but does not think of herself as truly one of them. ]

[hellicious]

[He's somewhat in the same boat himself, Angela. Angels are other, even though he started life as one. He's The Devil now. One of a kind. But still... He bears the mark of his divinity in those blisteringly white feathers.

Walking over to a table, he draws out a seat for her, gesturing for her to sit as one of the waiters tries not to stare.]

Anything good doesn't go without a fight. What would you like, mm? It's on me.

[hevenly]

Do they have iced cream?

[ Yes, he said drinks, but she hasn't had ice cream in a really long time. She takes a seat, looking over the menu and not really understanding it. ]

That is kind, but I must insist on doing something for you in exchange.