On Wax Wings

LUCI

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Lucas had been here for long enough to get his bearings. He knew not to wander out in the daylight (no change there, that had been one of the easiest adjustments to not have to make). He knew that he was only able to feed on the blood of the flock, or something - it didn't quite hit the mark but it was better than starving to death. And he couldn't feel. Not hot. Not cold. Not pleasure. Not pain. And that sucked ass.

Through hearsay and eavesdropping, Lucas had heard of the childlike statue deep in the Underground; some deity of his kind, whatever that might be now. So down the devil came, his footsteps echoing on the damp, cold stones, his shoulders back, his head held high. He stepped into the room dominated by the statue, pausing before it and regarding it with cold calculations.

"Is anyone there?"

Light flickered, perhaps, for just a moment within the grooves and crevices that had been carved into the stone. But it lasted only a second or two, before blinking out entirely. The wind rose and howled through the hollows of the Underground; a haunting melody that seemed to blow throughout the chamber, promising so many things but delivering nothing at all. For just a second the childlike statue of the deity might appear to wear a mocking smile, a sneer, almost... but surely it was just the imagination. The wind died down, the song faded, and Lucas would be left utterly alone with no one to answer his request for an audience.

LUCI

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Nothing at all? Nothing?

He'd been flung here from his very happy and productive (and comfortable) existence just to be given the cold shoulder with no explanation whatsoever?

Lucas's hands clenched at his sides, but he did an otherwise admirable job of keeping his composure. If he'd still had blood, it would have been high in his cheeks.

Fine. If that was how the gods of this world wanted to play, Lucas would find his own way to get the fuck out of here. Why would he want to stay in this shithole, after all, just to be ignored?

He left on silent feet, plans seething in his mind.