endoftheverse | Lucifer's Dreamwalking

[ It's rare people turn up when she dreams of this. Usually it's just her and the Thestrals — a scene almost reoccuring in her dreams. She spends a little time with them, just as she would back home, back at Hogwarts. The arrival of a person surprises her, but she goes along with it. It's just a dream, after all. ]

... Oh, hello. [ Her lip purses and then she smiles breezily. ] They're friends, yes. They're called Thestrals, creatures who can only be seen by those who've seen death.

[ It feels like an automated response, of sorts. As if she's not quite aware that there's someone else here in her dream with her. The replaying of a conversation providing her with words. She pets the Thestral fondly for a few moments.

But there's a long pause and she frowns a little — somewhat disorientated. She's... not sure where she can place the man, where his face comes from. Something is... not right here. ]

Have we... met?

Ah... Well. I've seen my share of death.

[He says it with a regretful sort of smile — or at least he hopes it's convincing enough. He's never much lingered on death, especially since most of his victims had been just a bunch of worthless demons and unworthy humans. He observes the creatures with a more genuine wonder, though.]

What magnificent creatures.

[She asks him a question, and he has to peel himself away from giving the creatures his full attention.]

Likely not. I'm wandering to pass the time.

What better way to keep a dreamless being like myself occupied, than to walk among everyone else's dreams?

I'm sorry. [ Luna looks at the smile carefully, unsure. But she... knows people can take death differently. It changes a person, after all. ] Me too.

[ She pets the Thestral for a moment. They really are magnificent creatures, though. And she can appreciate someone who likes creatures as much as she does. ]

This is the herd at my school. I spent more time with them than I did with much else. [ People are.... unkind, back home. Creatures are much better. It's different now. She has friends. But Thestrals were always her friends first. ] I find I like them much better than my peers.

[ That... surprises her. A dreamwalker? She's... never heard of anything like that before. She knows Sodder has abilities to alter the walls of dreaming but... this man? Is he related to Sodder somehow? ]

You have magic to travel through dreams? A power to? [ A beat. ] Are you like Sodder?

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[Well, if your peers are human, then that only makes sense no to like them. Granted, she's plenty human herself, it seems, but he can appreciate keeping the company of animals instead of human beings. Animals... are simpler. Easier. Less afflicted by such basic, ugly thoughts and acts of chaos.

He very gently pets and handles the Thestral in front of him, his hand calm and kind and rather gentle. Some don't expect the devil to be capable of it — Sam knows he can be. He can have the softest touch, the most kindly way of speaking, and he means it... some of the time.]

I'm not quite, no.

I'm an angel, actually. In the biblical sense.

[ It's not so much that Luna doesn't like her peers. Well, she dislikes the ones who are unkind, or quite dismissive and close-minded. But the truth is, her peers don't really like her. Even amongst the strangeness of wizards and witches, apparently one can be too weird.

And, well... that certainly grabs her attention. She turns to look at him, eyes wide in curiosity. Demons, she's heard of. Of course. And she vaguely knows a little about angels, but she's yet to come across an angel. ]

I've met all sorts in this place— [ There's a small smile at him. ] but I've never met an angel before. I've read a little about you, but I don't know that much.

[ Mostly from reading Ben's books when he was here, and anything related to her studies on Paimon. It's a little limited. ]

I'm Luna. [ There's a brief pause as she watches him pet the Thestral, quietly pleased with how well he's getting on with the creature. ] I think she likes you.

... Luna, hm? A little moon child.

[Lucifer's very fond of the moon. He remembers its creation with an earnest wonder that he hasn't felt in... well, millenia, of course. He turns back to the creature and continues his soft petting, and wonders if maybe he can bring such creatures back with him. They'd look wonderful, wandering a world littered with human bones.]

Horse-like creatures have always been a favorite. Graceful little things.

[Little things.

To Lucifer, even an elephant is small — in contrast to a grace that is so immense and large, it's difficult to comprehend. And... certainly capable of hurting or blinding the average human being.]

What little have you read about angels, then?

I'm curious if it's accurate.

Mum used to sing to me and the moon, when I was very little.

[ She doesn't remember them so much, just faint echoes of melody. There's a little whisper of it that reverberates around the dream. Luna smiles quietly to herself. With parents named Pandora and Xenophilius, it seems quite apt to have a child named after the moon. ]

I... suppose they must seem quite small to someone like you.

[ There's always far greater things out there in the universe, but being in Deerington has certainly emphasised that, helped add to perspectives. Things like Sodder and her family; gods, monsters, the multi-verse. They're all very small. But not without power, as Cynthia had once told her. ]

Well— [ A beat. ] I've read there's different kinds, a hierarchy of them. Domination, Seraphim, Principalities, Archangels — like that. And that they don't necessarily look like people. They're more... abstract, I suppose?

[ Which now she's curious as to why he looks like an ordinary man. Maybe is he something like Paimon? Something that can be put inside a person? ]

Are you something like that? Abstract? You're just... in a vessel?

[ That's what Paimon refers to Peter as, for the most part. ]

[Humans are so very sappy; gag me with a spoon, as someone in the 90's would say. But Lucifer looks pleasant enough as she reminisces, mostly just having an enjoyable time tending to the mild-mannered creature in front of him.]

I wouldn't say abstract... Well, maybe abstract to humans, but that's because if even the weakest of angels revealed their true forms, your eyeballs would burst out of your skulls.

In order to walk on the Earth, we do need vessels; this much is true.

Oh. That sounds... quite violent. [ The idea of an angel destroying someone's eyes just by... appearing to them is... not something she'd like to test out, or witness. ] Is that because we can't comprehend it—? Your true forms—? Or something else?

[ There's a pause. It really is quite like Paimon. While she's read he was an angel in some texts, she's curious as to wondering if this angel might be from the same world. Well, she might as well try to ask. ]

Forgive the questions, but is... that something that only applies to angels? Or can it apply to demons too? Or maybe demons that were angels?

'Can't comprehend it' works. It's just not something mortal eyes can look at. Consider a few moments of looking at us like staring into the sun for years.

... Or trying to look into a nuclear explosion.

[Nuclear explosions are so tacky, though. If there's one thing he thinks he deserves from credit for, it's being more hands-on in his approach to wiping out humanity. Right?]

Demons are... not quite the same. They were molded by torture in hell, where I'm from. They're human souls twisted into... well. You've probably heard the less pleasant attributes.

[They're some of his best work, those gross little heathens.]

I'm... not sure what a nuclear explosion is. I assume it's... something non-magical. [ There's much about the Muggle world she doesn't know about, something like that certainly hasn't come up. ] But I understand what you mean about the comparison between you and the sun. You're like stars?

[ Very close stars. Vast amounts of burning energy. It's... kind of beautiful and terrifying all at once. ]

Ah, yes. I'm aware of what some people people perceive demons to be. [ The connotations. Demons are evil. That sort of thing. ] I've... never actually heard of it being that way, before. I thought human souls just... remained in hell as they were.

But I know of demons who've taken a vessel, a bit like you. I don't know what they look like without one, but it appears to be something different worlds share it seems.

Like stars...?

I suppose stars is a fair enough comparison.

[For humans, anyway. A star is impossibly large and powerful beside a human, but mythical and faraway in most instances. Yes, sure, that sounds like angels. Before the apocalypse, anyway.]

You've met demons, have you?

A few. [ Since she came to Deerington, that is. They don't... exist in her world, not that she knows of, anyway. But she understands 'demon' is... quite a broad term in the face of all the universes out there. ] But only one who has any relation to Hell, that I know fairly well. A king of Hell, actually.

[ There's a pause. ]

You... don't want to go and find them, do you? To... smite? Them?

[ .... Yes, she's saying this: please don't smite Paimon. ]

Oh, no, I've little interest in chasing after demons.

[Petty creatures though they are. He looks a little curious, though, because if he didn't know any better... he'd say she sounded a smidge concerned. Now isn't this funny? A human fretting over something so trivial as the smiting of a demon?]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried I would take it up as a hobby here. Are there so many demons to befriend? I'll have to warn you, they're not good company... very lethal, cruel beings.

Isn't it a part of your design? Killing demons?

[ Something she would think he would be interested in, considering. But yes, she has concerns. Fern's already has problems with people messed with his demon. There's Michael too. But she's mostly worried about Paimon, considering the boy he's inhabiting. She doesn't know what a smiting would do, but she doesn't think it'd be any good. ]

I've known humans just as lethal and cruel. [ And she's completely serious about that as she looks up at him. Like grown adults who'll use a Cruciatus curse on a child. She wasn't even of age when they came for her. ]

Demons don't exist in my world, not that I know of. We have all sorts of things, but not those. [ No angels, either. ] The ones I've met here are actually more decent than some humans I've met, some of them are very important to me. Some I have responsibility for.

[ One she has responsibility for, rather. ]

[He sighs, soft and feigned full of disappointment.]

Part of my design is being capable of killing anything, child. It doesn't mean I will. Just like I'm sure you're more than capable of killing another human if you'd wanted to; it's part of humanity's design as well, isn't it? Like you said: humans are just as lethal and cruel.

Picking up a knife, a rock, a rope? Striking down people they love, people they hate, people they've never met before in their lives — people they're indifferent to, other than for the thrill of ending them?

Oh, yes. I'm very familiar with humanity. Had to watch them self-destruct for millenia, you know.

[It's why he finished their self-destruction for them.

Squish, squish.]

But... don't you have to listen to God? I assume he doesn't like demons? I mean, I don't really know, but...

[ It's an assumption.

But... isn't that how it works? Lines of black and white, good and evil? Luna might know of the existence of any of this in her world, but she supposes in other worlds there's... rules, of a sort. A design plan. Angels are.. messengers, soldiers, aren't they? That's the difference, isn't it? Angels have to listen to God, but humans... don't. ]

This place has made me hurt people, but I never wanted to. [ She didn't act out of her own free will, and it horrified her. ] I don't want to kill anyone.

I suppose you must be quite jaded by us all.

[ Who wouldn't be? ]

[He rolls his eyes at the very thought of listening to God.]

Do all children listen to their parents, after growing up and leaving the nest?

[Sure, he was punished eternally to hell, but at least he held onto his own principles. He was his own person, unlike so many of his brothers and sisters.]

But you are right. I'm terribly jaded, and I'm afraid it would be wise to keep it that way.

After all, there are too many of you who would probably love to kill an angel.

... I suppose I never thought of it like that, but then I'm not expert on angels.

[ This is a first, meeting an angel. What she knows is quite limited. ]

Why, because they're angry at God? [ She... isn't religious; it wasn't really something in her family. But if people love God, they'd hate God too. Would they really want to kill an angel over that? ] Sounds a bit stupid, really.

[ And pointless. ]

Well, I doubt it might not mean anything in that case— [ Being the whole 'jaded at humanity' kind of thing. ] but I don't have any interest in killing angels.

[ She does have quite a good track record with defending creatures and beings rather than killing them. ]

Humans always have their reasons.

But — ah, that's a small relief, then. I don't have to worry about getting the ol'-

[He runs a finger slowly across his neck, something not... quite harmless in the gesture.

He's humored at the thought of a small girl killing him, of course, though it has most to do with her being an apparent human; Sam and Dean thought they could kill him, and look where it had gotten them. Oh, boys.]

... On that pleasant note, I think I'll have to take my leave.

... Someone's about to wake up in my household, and he'd be very unhappy if I wasn't there to give him the usual 'good morning'.

[Sam would just hate the quiet, wouldn't he?]

[ Well, that's... dramatic. Luna raises her eyebrows at the gesture, silent but... is she supposed to be unnerved by it? It's certainly going to be a fun surprise when he finds out she's not just 'an apparent human'. Well, she's human. She's just got a bit of a kick to her, really. There's a few soft blinks and she nods. ]

Will you likely pop in again? [ Guests in dreams is... relatively new. But this wasn't terrible. ] I don't mind, if you do. And I dream of other creatures other than Thestrals.

[ He's... interesting to talk to, at least. But at least there'll be magical creatures around. ]

[Lucifer glances to the lovely, horrible creatures in her dream.]

... I think that might be a swell idea. I have to admit, your little dream sanctuary here full of wondrous little beings? It's a nice way to pass the time.

[He holds up a hand, wriggles his fingers in a little goodbye.]

I'll be seeing you around either way, Luna Lovegood.

[He disappears without bothering to explain how he knows her last name.

He is an angel, after all.

Angels are very mystic beings to their core.]

Lucifer's Dreamwalking

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