[ The view of the device knocked down in the vessel is blocked by shadows: a whole black wing is what comes to view. In the background, there's a sound of feathers falling softly on water.

Then, after a pause, the voice of a woman.]

Enough. There's no space for you and your four wings wide spread. Take a choice: do you vanish them or I'll cut them.
And perhaps when I do, I will keep them in the boat and throw you out, Lucifer. What will it be?

[The black wings, so solidly there, are so suddenly gone. A flicker of amusement turns up one corner of his mouth, then away and his voice is stoic as ever, arms crossed impassively] Cruel woman. Haven't you wings enough.

[The woman shakes her head, she's giving the back to the device and from that angle, it seems she's wielding a sword.]

This is a romantic vessel, you fool, I was courting you.

With ideas of piercing... of drawing blood. [A very faint smile] You never were good at being the female. [But from the slight affection in his voice, it's obvious he does not mind, but expects it]

Once more in residence at the Firehouse.

Wards intact.

Three years of peace and the echo of ghosts.

One year.

Like a single drop of water in the ocean.

Called by some the season of death...

Another evidence of his cruelty. But not here. And has fallen and will again.

A few moments of violence.

How interesting.

This is my costume.

The season of death approaches. Will you eat the seeds of the pomegranate, Alexiel? I plucked it for you.

We should take in another ... pet.

The pace of this place, faster than even the human world. And yet, as the human world, fails to pique interest. There is only Alexiel.

[He slides his fingers over the shaft of one of Alexiel's wings, smoothing the feathers down, brushing away anything that doesn't belong.... and writing with a red marker 'This is Lucifer's Woman' trying to be unobtrusive so she won't sheathe her sword in him]

And time marches on.

The curses blend together, as do the faces.

Alexiel- shall we stretch our wings?

The Carousel forgotten.

But for how long?

It was fleeting.

[ooc: Kinda sorta missed Michael after 4th wall day]

Passing amusements to some. I take my pleasure in other ways.

This election, this talk of laws. Humans will always find new ways to raise themselves at the expense of their fellows.

[ooc: Luce thinks you are all an interesting ant farm.]

[A grainy video of Lucifer, four black wings manifested, expression bland except for a vaguely annoyed turn to his mouth. He's perched on a mock throne behind the bars of a cage with a sign proclaiming 'Lay Eyes on the Prince of Darkness!']

Adam. It's past dinner. You will return home and eat before we begin your self defense lessons. A boy should be able to protect himself.

[ooc: Going to be really slow on this and will likely be a placeholder for tomorrow. Action for Alex and Adam if the like, regular post for everyone else.]

Have we any to look over. Or will you join me at the beach. There is little point in immersing ourselves in the dead and dying.

The surprise and cries of outrage following a curse are dimming. Are you becoming accustomed or learning that weeping and gnashing of teeth against something that will take is foolish.