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Lucifer's Dreamwalking

Comment here with your character in the middle of a dream while sleeping at night, and Lucifer will appear.

(He will be appearing at random to new CR, just looking around for company...!

But can also be summoned into dreams after any praying that is directed to 'angels' or to Lucifer directly.)

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[ Lucifer voices it aloud for him, what worry rests in Paimon's mind, and he blinks, stunned. But of course Lucifer knows..... and there's comfort in the fact he does, for Paimon who struggles to express himself and communicate.

He doesn't know who "God" is, though he's heard the word voiced before. He assumes it's someone important, but now isn't the time for asking questions there, when there are more important things to worry about. When Lucifer lifts his chin upwards, the demon swallows, eyes wet and full. He's at once aware of his own broken appearance, how.... feeble he must seem. And yet Lucifer shows him this kindness.... doesn't cringe away from his ugliness, from the weakness of his vessel. From the weakness of him. ]

I can.... choose. [ He repeats quietly, almost like trying on a new shirt, one he's not sure fits him yet. Choice is something that's largely been stripped from him, by those hands that have most recently guided him. The cult had directed him what to do, where to go, whom to manipulate and burn and cut and remove.

But Lucifer's giving him a request, and Paimon's eyelids flutter, something in him breathing to life again. He's still a bit dazed by all of this, but somewhere in him he thinks that of all those who summon and request of him, it's Lucifer's desires he most wants to fulfill. ]

I will. I will help you remind him. I will deliver whatever you require of me. [ A pause, as he thinks on it, as he compares Sam to his own vessel. ]

Does he..... resist you? Is that why he needs tempting?

He does, yes...

My vessel is strong, because he needs to be able to house my grace. [He frowns, his hands falling to his sides.] But it also means he's strong enough to try and resist me. I imagine you're having similar troubles, having seen the boy your vessel initially belonged to?

[The smile he offers is expert in how soft and disarming it is.

Sammy's always had the kindest eyes, the gentlest lips.]

If you think you're capable, take a small vial of your own blood, and — when Sam is alone in that house of his — I want you to deliver it to his door. Leave it as a gift to him.

Only one such as you can give such enticement.

Your blood is worthy. It can strength my vessel.

And perhaps even strengthen me.

[ The smile is kind, and soft, and the weird lost part of Paimon needs that. Where there's still some odd sort of hesitation, some feeling that this is strange, there's also a blossoming sensation of warmth. Paimon should perhaps take time and... think about this before agreeing to things and sharing important details, but he doesn't. He trusts this being before him, too much, too quickly. He says he is his Lucifer and Paimon believes him. Mostly because he so desperately wants to. ]

My vessel is.... weak. Very weak. He had to be made..... vulnerable. Hollow. [ Paimon frowns, looking down at himself, as though assessing Peter's body. ] But he somehow resists me, still. And the witch... I promised the witch I would not try to remove him anymore. She has love for him.

[ It doesn't mean Peter's in the clear, however. Paimon is very sure his own vessel will succumb to him over time, naturally. Because that's how it's meant to be, right? ]

My blood? [ Oh...... What an important task. The demon's nostrils flare slightly, his eyes widening. His fingers slowly find the front of Lucifer's clothing, tentatively brushing against it. The warmth in him to be given such a task swells, and perhaps feels dangerously close to something like love of his own. ] I will. I will make certain he receives my blood. I will help strengthen you.

[ This won't end badly at all. ]

Should I... stay hidden from him? Or should he know about me? [ Maybe Lucifer would prefer him to reach out to Sam, or maybe he'd rather Paimon stick to the shadows as he manipulates these things for him. ]

[Lucifer nods.]

Understandable. A good vessel is one that has been broken down, made easier to manipulate. A strong willpower makes for a fussy body. [He would know the methods to tear someone down very well. Poor Sam... What chance did he even stand? But as Paimon asks what to do, Lucifer can only shake his head.]

If there's one thing about Sam Winchester you should know, it's that he's someone you shouldn't face in the light.

[He puts a hand over the tentative hand, and squeezes Paimon's hand; it's interesting to him, when beings of his kind are so emotional. He's seen a number of demons with devotion or love or wonder in their eyes. Lucifer thinks little of them of course, but even someone with a dislike of dogs can have a few they're rather tolerant of.]

I would hate for something to happen to you, Paimon. Winchesters are dangerous.

No, it's better to cut him down from the darkness. Do not let yourself be known to him.

Do you think you can do this?

[ Paimon can't exactly understand this just yet, but the type of demon he is was never meant to battle for dominance against his vessel's spirit. The spirit was supposed to already have been removed.... or weakened so much that it was mere seconds away from fizzling away forever. But they'd woken in this place, and somehow the dream world had... kept Peter alive. Healed him enough to exist again, perhaps, and keep both of them here in this body.

But he listens to Lucifer's words, and nods severely. A fussy body. Peter doesn't provide much of a challenge on a normal day; it's relatively easy to silence him when he needs to. But clearly, Lucifer has more struggle within Sam Winchester. And so Paimon will do what he can to help him... ]

I can. I can do this.

[ His eyes glisten strangely as Lucifer takes his hand and squeezes it, warns him about the Winchesters, tries to protect him from them. He's so good, so kind, Paimon thinks. Of course his master would be. ]

.....Though I am very weak, Master. [ He glances back down again, a little fretful. He knows he's still such a broken thing. It may take him some time to accomplish this task, to sort out how to do it in a way that his own vessel doesn't find out. He will also need to observe Sam Winchester for awhile, note his patterns and who lives with him and what times he's alone. He will have to be very careful. Very cunning. Fortunately, he is a demon of knowledge and wisdom, not of combat. He can devise clever plans, use them that way, and such a task may help him reclaim that part of himself. ]

But I will grow stronger. I will not fail you.

[ A pause, as his wide eyes search the other's. ] Can I still.... speak to you? Like this? [ Even if he has to lay low for awhile and be careful around Sam. There's still so much he wants to discuss with Lucifer, so much to ask him. ]

[Lucifer smiles, not a shred of doubt in Paimon in the way he looks at him.]

I know you'll grow stronger. I know you'll do what's needed.

[He But when Paimon asks him that, and Lucifer finds it adorable, in that sort of way a pet owner is proud of their dog for learning how to shake or sit. He ruffles Peter's hair, reminded of the boy who used to have a similar head of shaggy hair — a Sam Winchester that didn't know what laid before him, young and impressionable, with stars in his eyes for school and normalcy.

Poor creatures.]

Of course you can. You can pray to me any time you'd like.

Barring any unpleasant surprises from my vessel... I'll appear as requested.

[ The belief Lucifer has in him strikes him deeply; Paimon isn't used to being regarded with such... confidence. Especially not when he's been lacking it in himself. But he's reassured by the words, a resolve strengthened in him. He'll absolutely treat this task with care, and he has much to think about. His master making an appearance here means... everything. ]

You are gracious.... the most gracious. [ He whispers softly, the affection to his hair warming him even more. Something that does feel like love keeps pulsing in the depths of him. If he could ever feel love, skewed as it is; being in human forms has allowed him to experience the shadows of certain feelings. ]

Thank you. [ Paimon is very pleased that he can summon Lucifer, and he tells himself that he won't abuse that ability. (.....Watch him pray to Lucifer like, every night, though. Sorry Satan, he's literally your Biggest Fan.....) ]

Please rest now. You must be tired, working against the will of your vessel..... But I will dream of you, [ he promises, associating the concept with empowering Lucifer; Paimon will think of him in sleep and try to give him strength that way, too. ]

["I will dream of you". Goodness, Paimon, buy him dinner first. But as the demon speaks, Lucifer looks particularly pleased by this entire conversation. He gives a small nod, and takes one step back.]

Sweet dreams, little demon king.

I'm sure we'll do wondrous things, you and I.

[In the blink of an eye, he's gone, his energy lingering in the air, like the coldness of winter that slips through a door left open. It fades with time.]

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