[He sets up the ward of candles and sets up his own circle before he goes, because Jon Simms contacted him in a panic. Finding Lilith isn't necessarily the easiest thing, but Nick is an excellent warlock, and she's been in his dreams before.
When he finds her, he doesn't look like himself. Instead he looks like Lucifer, which was, perhaps, an unconscious choice. Glamouring to look like the Dark Lord is probably blasphemy, but Nick...
...doesn't care.]
Lilith.
[He speaks in Lucifer's voice and hopes to Satan (ha!!!!) that if the Dark Lord is trapped in his body that he doesn't decide to break out for this.]
( they're in hell, flames licking around her, lilith on her knees in prayer. pleading. she's broken, bruised-- the young girl that nick had never known. but lucifer had. the girl he'd met wandering the wastelands, the girl he'd raised up, had gotten to love him--
the girl he'd broken. her soul is dark even now, corrupted through his ministrations, the acts he'd asked her to commit. but she isn't a demon, not yet. that's what lilith's pleading for -- an end. what lucifer's asking of her, what he's already started by corrupting her is painful, more than lilith can handle. it feels like she's dying. or maybe she already has.
so when she hears him it startles her, making her scramble and curl in on herself, head dipped in fear. she's his most faithful servant, the one he trusts most but she's terrified of him, of who he's become since she'd first met him-- )
Dark Lord.
( her voice is quiet, effort in place to keep it level and to not let him know how she feels )
That's the first thing that Nick thinks. Mary Wardwell is - well, pretty isn't exactly it. Forbidding, with Lilith inside of her, a handsome, elegant woman, but not pretty. Not like this. She looks like a doe, big eyed and beautiful. The first woman. Nick considers what he knows about the Dark Lord, and what he knows about Lilith, and what he knows about the Archivist. This is all far too wrapped up, tied up in things that he knows can go awry.
But he knows that even if the Dark Lord didn't love her, she loves him.
His voice is soft, in that rolling purr.]
My sweet maiden, my future queen. Take my hand, now.
( she's expecting admonishment of some kind, having failed to withstand his test of her, buckling down under the pain. but there's almost kindness in the voice, a softer tone to it that lilith hasn't heard in a long time.
a question springs to her tongue but she shuts it down, even if it'll be reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. why? what did he request of her now?
but she's silent, obedience in placing her hand in his, pushing herself up to her feet. and he'll note that she's taller, not as tall as he is but taller than the body of mary wardwell )
[He doesn't really know where they are. But he can feel the pressure of being watched - that's annoying, but since Nick knew it was coming, he isn't as afraid as he is irritated - and he doesn't know where they are.
The Dark Lord would never claim to be lost.]
I want you to prove to me you know the Path of Night. My Path.
[The Dark Lord loves these pointless tests. And both of them know it.]
You know the way. I'm watching you.
[Reframe the eyes of the Beholding into something familiar. The eyes of Satan. The eye of the angel she loves.]
( it's a strange test but lilith learned long ago not to question him. she moves ahead of him, hand on his for a few seconds more before she lets it slip from his, letting it appear as if they were simply walking the halls of hell. it didn't much matter, the only others there were the souls of the damned but there were appearances. always appearances, not anything that lilith would never admit to herself.
so lilith walks, a wonder in her head about what this test is for, whether there is more that he has yet to say, questions that she will never voice, simply waiting for his next step.
rather than lead them to the gates of hell, to out she takes them to his throne room, the horrifying figure of his throne central in it. and she kneels, awaiting him to take his place. though lucifer asks things of her anywhere this is where the majority of it comes. where she worships him in the entirely proper way )
Nick knows that one day this will be where she sits, and where he will probably be chained up, and there's a shift in his stomach, but the glamour holds. In dreams it's easier to keep glamours tight and real, and Nick feels close to Lucifer anyway. He tries to figure out the next step, and everywhere in the throne room, eyes are opening; the dark room is accented by the blinking eyes.
Nick is incredibly irritated by this, now, and he's not letting this slide. This is Lilith's dream, and this Beholding, this Eye, it can't do anything but make him think that it's learning secrets and truths that it has no business knowing.
So.
He strides, and sits, taking as much space as he can, and reaches his hand out.]
Come here.
[He wants her close, now. When she's close enough that her hand is in his, he tugs her into his lap.]
( though she'd started to move towards him again he's quicker, stronger, tugging her towards him, seating her on him. and it reminds her of a slightly fonder time, the first time that they'd been in this room. the things that they'd done then had been far freer, much more enjoyable and-- well, if someone had wanted to watch them they'd have seen a lot.
but his whisper concerns her, slight furrow of her brow )
Even here?
( she's felt the same thing that he has, that sense of being watched but lilith had assumed that it was lucifer, particularly after he'd said that he was watching her. but the false god--
she doesn't doubt her creator's power, how she'd been simply cast aside and (as she'd later learned from the earth) replaced. but hell, their domain-- )
Permit me to the surface. He can have something else to watch.
( unless lucifer had something specific he wanted the false god to watch )
[This might be better. This might make her wake up, it might make her keep the Beholding out. He reaches for her face, though. She's so pretty.
She's suffered so much, from things that the Dark Lord did not give her, she's walked the Path of Night alone for so many years. How has she kept it together? She didn't deserve it, he thinks. She was a girl with a heart too big for what she found, lying and shining in the dirt outside the Garden. From one bad master to another.]
Give me a kiss, first. Make the Throne of Heaven shake with the rage of having lost you.
( he doesn't need to ask for that, for lilith would always kiss him, happily, lovingly.
and that was all that she'd ever wanted in her life. from the false god, from adam. from lucifer. in the beginning all lilith had wanted was love, the same love that she'd given to others but it was never for her and through the years she'd hardened her heart, even if she couldn't stop loving.
when he asks she rests a hand to his cheek, fingers brushing at his hair as she leans in to kiss him, slowly at first but then with the passion she reserved for him. that same love she'd give whether heaven were watching or not.
it serves its purpose. her feelings calm, no longer feeling the terror of a nightmare but the gentle embrace of a lover, filled instead now with the love that lilith had had for lucifer. it stirs her, her levitation ending as lilith wakes, landing slightly less than gently back on the carpet of her room.
somewhere inside lilith knows that it isn't over, wonders exactly now what that demon knows of her )
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When he finds her, he doesn't look like himself. Instead he looks like Lucifer, which was, perhaps, an unconscious choice. Glamouring to look like the Dark Lord is probably blasphemy, but Nick...
...doesn't care.]
Lilith.
[He speaks in Lucifer's voice and hopes to Satan (ha!!!!) that if the Dark Lord is trapped in his body that he doesn't decide to break out for this.]
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the girl he'd broken. her soul is dark even now, corrupted through his ministrations, the acts he'd asked her to commit. but she isn't a demon, not yet. that's what lilith's pleading for -- an end. what lucifer's asking of her, what he's already started by corrupting her is painful, more than lilith can handle. it feels like she's dying. or maybe she already has.
so when she hears him it startles her, making her scramble and curl in on herself, head dipped in fear. she's his most faithful servant, the one he trusts most but she's terrified of him, of who he's become since she'd first met him-- )
Dark Lord.
( her voice is quiet, effort in place to keep it level and to not let him know how she feels )
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That's the first thing that Nick thinks. Mary Wardwell is - well, pretty isn't exactly it. Forbidding, with Lilith inside of her, a handsome, elegant woman, but not pretty. Not like this. She looks like a doe, big eyed and beautiful. The first woman. Nick considers what he knows about the Dark Lord, and what he knows about Lilith, and what he knows about the Archivist. This is all far too wrapped up, tied up in things that he knows can go awry.
But he knows that even if the Dark Lord didn't love her, she loves him.
His voice is soft, in that rolling purr.]
My sweet maiden, my future queen. Take my hand, now.
[He offers his hand, tipping it down to her.]
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a question springs to her tongue but she shuts it down, even if it'll be reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. why? what did he request of her now?
but she's silent, obedience in placing her hand in his, pushing herself up to her feet. and he'll note that she's taller, not as tall as he is but taller than the body of mary wardwell )
What do you need, my Lord?
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[He doesn't really know where they are. But he can feel the pressure of being watched - that's annoying, but since Nick knew it was coming, he isn't as afraid as he is irritated - and he doesn't know where they are.
The Dark Lord would never claim to be lost.]
I want you to prove to me you know the Path of Night. My Path.
[The Dark Lord loves these pointless tests. And both of them know it.]
You know the way. I'm watching you.
[Reframe the eyes of the Beholding into something familiar. The eyes of Satan. The eye of the angel she loves.]
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( it's a strange test but lilith learned long ago not to question him. she moves ahead of him, hand on his for a few seconds more before she lets it slip from his, letting it appear as if they were simply walking the halls of hell. it didn't much matter, the only others there were the souls of the damned but there were appearances. always appearances, not anything that lilith would never admit to herself.
so lilith walks, a wonder in her head about what this test is for, whether there is more that he has yet to say, questions that she will never voice, simply waiting for his next step.
rather than lead them to the gates of hell, to out she takes them to his throne room, the horrifying figure of his throne central in it. and she kneels, awaiting him to take his place. though lucifer asks things of her anywhere this is where the majority of it comes. where she worships him in the entirely proper way )
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Nick knows that one day this will be where she sits, and where he will probably be chained up, and there's a shift in his stomach, but the glamour holds. In dreams it's easier to keep glamours tight and real, and Nick feels close to Lucifer anyway. He tries to figure out the next step, and everywhere in the throne room, eyes are opening; the dark room is accented by the blinking eyes.
Nick is incredibly irritated by this, now, and he's not letting this slide. This is Lilith's dream, and this Beholding, this Eye, it can't do anything but make him think that it's learning secrets and truths that it has no business knowing.
So.
He strides, and sits, taking as much space as he can, and reaches his hand out.]
Come here.
[He wants her close, now. When she's close enough that her hand is in his, he tugs her into his lap.]
My handmaiden.
[He leans forward, to whisper.]
I think the False God is watching us.
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but his whisper concerns her, slight furrow of her brow )
Even here?
( she's felt the same thing that he has, that sense of being watched but lilith had assumed that it was lucifer, particularly after he'd said that he was watching her. but the false god--
she doesn't doubt her creator's power, how she'd been simply cast aside and (as she'd later learned from the earth) replaced. but hell, their domain-- )
Permit me to the surface. He can have something else to watch.
( unless lucifer had something specific he wanted the false god to watch )
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[This might be better. This might make her wake up, it might make her keep the Beholding out. He reaches for her face, though. She's so pretty.
She's suffered so much, from things that the Dark Lord did not give her, she's walked the Path of Night alone for so many years. How has she kept it together? She didn't deserve it, he thinks. She was a girl with a heart too big for what she found, lying and shining in the dirt outside the Garden. From one bad master to another.]
Give me a kiss, first. Make the Throne of Heaven shake with the rage of having lost you.
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and that was all that she'd ever wanted in her life. from the false god, from adam. from lucifer. in the beginning all lilith had wanted was love, the same love that she'd given to others but it was never for her and through the years she'd hardened her heart, even if she couldn't stop loving.
when he asks she rests a hand to his cheek, fingers brushing at his hair as she leans in to kiss him, slowly at first but then with the passion she reserved for him. that same love she'd give whether heaven were watching or not.
it serves its purpose. her feelings calm, no longer feeling the terror of a nightmare but the gentle embrace of a lover, filled instead now with the love that lilith had had for lucifer. it stirs her, her levitation ending as lilith wakes, landing slightly less than gently back on the carpet of her room.
somewhere inside lilith knows that it isn't over, wonders exactly now what that demon knows of her )