LUX (closed)

[Lady_Mornington]

Based on Mike Carey's graphic novels Lucifer​

Among the ruins of the Silver City stands the tower of the Primum Mobile, where once the Throne of God was housed. There is a thousand steps to the top of the tower, and it is said that only the Archons, could move into the Presence.

I am the Morningstar.

Not out of choice not because it was dictated thusly in the Great Plan. I am bestowed with the power to weave raw matters into suns. By my will alone are worlds born out of the void. In this universe I stand second only to the God of creation, but my powers will never be used. I am the custodian of the fire. There will be no more Creations and the Fire will rest within me.

Aeons ago the first Creation came into being, the three most perfect instruments of Yahweh made it according to his Divine will. Michael Demiurgos released the power, Samael shaped it into stars and Gabriel brought order amongst it. There was a Garden in the Creation, made for Adam and his consort, Lilith. Like Adam she was made from the dust of the earth, but as a consort she had her failings, like self-respect. She was cast out of the Garden to let Eve discover the joys of domesticity. She wandered alone until she reached the shores of the Red Sea, where the demons of the Earth, the Sea and the Air paid homage and courtship to her.

My mother gave birth to a thousand, thousand children, each as different in form and shape as our different sires. We are the Lilim, and we have been exiled by Heaven. We stand above the common ruck of demons; our claim to the Garden sets us apart and has brought us the hate of Heaven and the envy of Hell. The Lilim would fight to the end for the Garden that was ours by right, but was given to the scions of Adam. We have haunted the nights ever since, preying on the daughters of Eve and the sons of Adam, reducing the debt they owe us.

The Lilim built the Silver City, the dwelling place of the Host of Heaven. It is said that while my mother loved but one of the fathers of the Lilim, the angel Ibriel of the Dominions. He was forced to forego her company, to shun her after she had borne him my brother, Briadach.
In an attempt to win back his love she committed her children to build the City. The Host does not build, they only maintain what is already there. My mother seized the opportunity and her children built what was to be a Great Hosanna.

My brother became a patricide then, and I aided him. Out of love for our mother, we killed an angel. I was but a child and our actions merited by the slighting of the one person we all loved more than life itself. The act was brought about because of love and loyalty, and even though we were but children, the Archangel Gabriel called for our lives.

Then He redeemed me.

The Archon Samael, rebelled against the order, freeing me and my brother and departing from the Silver City taking with him a third of the Host. He renounced His name, no more would he be Samael, but be known as the Lucifer, the Bringer of Light.

Of all His father’s instruments he was the most perfect. The personification of will. He would never be able to abide by someone else’s rules. He would shine by his own light, swearing that he’d never again be bound by the Great Plan of his Father’s.

There was War in Heaven, and he lost. But it is said that he did so without fear. He had made the choice for himself, and even the threat of death did not deter him. It had been a costly conflict. Michael Demiurgos was gone, Gabriel dead and thousand upon thousand of the angels of the Host with him.

Lucifer was exiled, place as far as the Primum Mobile as possible. He was given a realm of his own, and not before long the demons of the Creation made it their home. He later said that he was never the architect of Hell, but that it accreted around him. Because it was all part of the Great Plan. By exiling Lucifer, Yahweh had created the antithesis of himself, and tied Lucifer more firmly to the Plan.

I had forsaken the Lilim by then. The reasons as many as there had been days since the creation. For a time I had lived with my father, Ophur of the Poison Chalice and the Serpent Chain. Learning the lore of his people, but never being accepted as one of them. The Lilim are a breed apart, and after my mother left us, we were dispersed.

The body I inhabit is as mouldable as clay. Our magic is coarse, I chose a new face when I became a woman. The right half of my face perfect and unblemished, the left, the cauterized skull and a hollow eye. In that shape I ventured to Hell, seeking asylum at His feet.

I became his lieutenant and his concubine. Mazikeen of the Lilim, The Devils’ Handmaiden.

 

[Steiner]

Once I was Samael, the Morningstar, and I was favoured amongst God's servants with the primal power of creation. I literally spun stars out of raw potential and each jewel you see in the night sky could call me father.

But the One Above tried to control me, tried to bind me in chains of his Will and this I could not abide. So I gave up the familiar name by which I was loved and made a new life for myself.


Then I was Lucifer, the Lightbringer, and I was cursed amongst Gods creations as the ruler of Hell. I controlled the fate of all the serried demons and every nightmare horror that preyed upon mankind could call me master.

But the One Above still tried to control me, tried to bind me in chains of my Pride and this I could not abide. So I gave up my dominions and abandoned my hosts, went into the world and made a new life myself.


Then the One Above abandoned us and my beloved brother, Michael the Archon, assumed the Primum Mobile. I controlled my own fate, and that of my consort, and I lived my life freely without responsibility.

But the great Enemy tried to control me, tried to bind me in chains of Fate and this, too, I could not abide. So I slew my brother, took the power of creation for myself, and Created my own realm of reality.


Then I was Lucifer, master of creation. I ruled my realm as I saw fit - creating Gods and Goddesses, setting everything in order according to my Will, and I lived my life freely without responsibility.

But the Basanos sought to usurp me and bind me in chains of Death, and the Lilim sought to manipulate me into accepting them and bind me in chains of obligation and even my consort turned against me. This I could not abide, so I destroyed the Basanos and rejected my consort.


Then I was Lucifer, master of nothing. I ruled myself as I saw fit, creating nothing and destroying nothing. I lived according to my Will and freely without responsibility.

But I realised that so long as I was the Lightbringer, I would be part of the cosmic equation. All would try to harness or balance me out and bind me in chains wrought by my own will. This I could not abide, so I gave up the power of Lightbringer and gave up my place in creation.


Then I was Lucifer, master of Lucifer. I ruled nothing, simply exploring the emptiness of the third creation. I lived according to my Will and freely without responsibility or controlling interaction.

But when I slept I would return to the Lux, my old club on Earth, and the arms of my consort. I do not know who seeks to bind me in chains of rejected love, but the scar on my cheek burns when I see her and this I cannot abide.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen

After my lord Lucifer departed Creation, I went into the Realms Unnamed, where time flows like water. There was no solace to be found, I was cast out by the Lilim since my mother returned from her exile. Briadach the blind had been made the leader of the Lilim in Exile, and I the War Leader. When Lucifer created his cosmos, we offered the Lilim as his army, in exchange for a homeland.

He was never interested in alliances. We parted ways and in conclave, the Lilim voted for war against the Morningstar. We arrived with the aim of forcing Lucifer to yield to us, but we found that he was already under siege by the Basanos, the embodiment of the Tarot Deck, created by the angel Meleos. I had a personal score to settle with them and the vessel through which they worked, the mortal woman Jill Presto, who distorted my face into the mockery that I was forced to wear.

The Lilim did not defeat the Basanos, but by aligning ourselves with the Morningstar we were granted the Homeland, and I returned to his service. For him I ventured into the Realms of Pain, I encountered the Ainu God of Thunder Susano-No-Mikoto, whom I slew as well as Scoria of the Lilim, a traitor to his people.

The Morningstar had incurred a debt while in a weakened state when fighting the Basanos. Elaine Belloq, the daughter of Michael Demiurgos had given her life to restore him and her spirit was trapped in the Mansions of the Silence. I went there on his order to retrieve it, sailing on the Nagelfar. I failed my mission, but things had changed by now. Yahweh had departed his creation, leaving Michael Demiurgos or Lucifer Morningstar to claim their birthright.

It was Yahweh’s name that kept creation together, and slowly reality began to unravel. Michael Demiurgos, assumed to fill his Father’s place, atom by atom writing his own name on the very fibre of existence, but the enemies of the order moved forward. Fenris, the Wolf of Destruction was awakened and others stirred to align themselves against Yahweh’s creation. My mother joined forces with them, after condemning me and my brother Briadach to death for fraternising with the Morningstar.

By now Michael Demiurgos had fallen and his powers were transferred to Elaine. She and I both stood beside the Morningstar on the walls of the Sliver City. He defeated them all, the Lilim and Fenris the Wolf, and renounced his birthright. Elaine became the God of all Creation.

And he left.

I have wandered the Realms Unnamed, I have looked at a thousand different futures. He left a void and by now I am but a memory to him. He never asked for my company, nor my love. He would despise what I am about to do.

In the Realms Unnamed, by the divine power in me I sent out my spirit. Hunting through the emptiness of the Void. Time is subjective there, and I don’t know if I searched for a million years or a second. I found his tracks, following him through the emptiness.

He bears the scars that I inflicted, the cut to his face the one remaining feature of our liaison. It was an act carried out in rage, Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned, and he knows that the hurt he caused me for abandoning me will be a wound unable to heal. He may have left all but he will bear the scars forever.

I have always followed him, always known where he was to be found, and as my spirit followed him through the nothingness I called for him. He shall never be allowed to forget that I loved him.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the nothing

I am not running, not exactly, it's more that I wish to see if I'm being followed or just casually observed by something. Whatever is here is not of this realm, it has come from outside - and this may explain why it studies me, because so have I.

Over Seven days I flee from my persuer and over Seven nights I try to hide from them. This is the story of the first day and night.

Today I have determined that whatever it is that persues me is most definitely chasing ME and not some random phenomena that I am near. At first my movements were predictable - I was studing Blue spectra stars near the beginning of their life cycles. Passing from star to star in an expanding spiral. If my companion was studying something similar then it would adopt the same movement pattern as I have.

So today I moved to a dull Orange star, near the end of its life - and a longer than normal pause, the presence was upon me again. Without doubt it persues me.

During the day I fled and each time, within precisely 24 minutes, the presence found me again. As the day wore on I moved from place to place - as night fell I traveleld to the very heart of the universe to shake off my persuer there.

My power is somewhat diminished, since I gave up the power of the Lightbringer to my former consort, but one thing I am still able to do is deny things the power to alter me or dictate to me. At the centre of the universe is a maelstrom that makes my Hell look like a picnic garden - crashing waves of exotic radiation spawn particles that are aggressively energetic with a half life measured in nano-seconds.Gravitic disturbances are impossible to chart, and would rip any entirely corporeal being apart - even light cannot escape the enormous singularities at the heart of this Physics nightmare.

But the radiation passes through me. The gravitic waves find no purchase on my flesh. The heat, light and other more exotic waves and particles simply ignore me.

I curl up in the radiance of a star so distorted by gravitic waves that it is a burning ribbon of heat and light, close my eyes and I dream.

White linen encases my torso. A black tie around my neck. A tuxedo is snugly caressing my body when I move and a glass is in my left hand. Piano music is playing in the bar and I can hear the murmur of guests - socialising and drinking.

I am in Lux, the nightclub I once operated, again.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen

The sharpened edge of my will has been in pursuit of him. There has been no rest as I have sent it out into the void, following my lord Lucifer through the vast emptiness that lays outside Creation. He has evaded me, cautious that he is being followed. He hates having people looking over his shoulder and my actions would inevitably lead to confrontation when I caught up with him in the vortex of a black hole.

I was ready, my entire being poised as the essence of my will catches up with him. He stands there, seemingly unmoved by the celestial chaos that is taking place around us. Galaxies collapse as he stares at the shape that is the Morningstar. I am the Lightbringer, and I can force him to yield, but although the Fire of Yahweh is mine, his will is still his own. He seemed indifferent even when he recognised me and turned away to once more gaze at the churning of the raw matters of rejected creations.

There was a change in the texture and as I opened my eyes I was once more back at the Lux. I stare across the crowded room to the grand piano where he sits. I followed him here as he renounced lordship over Hell, releasing the souls of the damned and leaving the keys to Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless.

I am his servant, his lieutenant and his concubine. My life and my loyalty belongs to him, and as I carry yet another set of drinks to the company sitting a table 5 I feel nothing but his presence. The scions of Adam are fickle creatures. I wear the silver mask that covers the left side of my face, no one asks why and I don’t give any explanation. I catch his eye for the briefest of moments as he addresses his audience.

“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. But was puzzling you is the nature of my game”.

His game has always been about independence, no ties nor loyalties to anyone but himself. He never forgets a debt that he may have incurred and he honours his promises. He never speaks to me about these issues, but like my mother I have become adapt at seeing such things. He can never be free in the creation that his Father made. The Great Plan enfolds him as well as the mortals that are crowding the room. He has made his choices to escape the attentions of both Heaven and Hell, but he will never be able to rid himself from them.

There is a drunk who asks me to reveal my face. I comply in silence, and smile mirthlessly as the man loses his speech, his dinner and his mind. The scions of Adam and the daughters of Eve ought not to trifle with the older order. I still bear the ancestral grudge, some things are to deeply ingrained in the very fabric of your being to be discarded. He once described the Lilim as being akin to dogs driven mad by abuse, and perhaps there is a truth to that. My mother always instilled that our loyalty ought always be to reclaiming the Garden and to our siblings.

I find it tedious.

I have chosen my own paths, an echo of his choices and a mirror image of them. He seeks his independence, I seek affiliation. I was little more than a girl when I entered the Tower of Rule in Hell, offering to serve him because I saw in him a light that shone more clear than any other. The Lilim were scattered and divided, the Host sitting quiet awaiting when next Yahweh would speak to them. The Morningstar alone acted.

He departed the Silver City in triumph, although he did not seem to care if anyone followed him. I watched this, I was there as he made his choices, and I came to realise that the Lilim will never be free. We are born without the choice of choosing our destinies, we carry the slight of our mother’s like a banner and that was the reason I departed from my people. By entering into the Morningstar’s service I chose my own path.

“Serve me if you will. I’ll never thank you for it. Your coming and your going will never impinge on my attention. But this is a cusp of change. If you stay you may live through interesting times.”​

Those were his words and I have served him accordingly.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the Morningstar

My actions unfold and I rage inside a prison of myself. This night has happened before, I remember it clearly, and I have no choice in the part I play in proceedings.

I watch myself with hatred as I perform the song I sang on that night. The performance is a flawless copy of the one I remember - the audience reacts as I remember it doing on that night. My sweet consort, bodyguard, servant - whatever you want to call her - fulfils her part of the dance to the letter too. Perhaps she is trapped, as I am trapped?

But no. I remember the burning eyes of her presence as I stood amongst inchoate creation. She sought me out. This must be her doing.

Mazzikeen walks casually near the piano as I play and runs a gentle hand across my shoulder and down one of my arms. As I watch myself, I turn to her and smile, looking into her eyes. I curse myself that I didn't see the fatal flaw in her and end her then and there.

But I don't. And all the raging I can muster doesn't budge this preordained film reel from its path.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen

I remember this as vividly as if it only happened minutes ago, but this is more than reliving the past. I am both his servant but also his successor and equal in this past.

Closing time for the Lux has passed and I have dismissed the staff. Last to leave is Beatrice. She suspect that there is something not entirely right, at least not by the standards that her kind applies. In her future, my past, she becomes my lover. She, of course knows nothing about this yet, and I am not to impart any knowledge prematurely.

He sits by the grand piano, a glass of cognac n his hand. As I approach I can feel his anger, and perhaps just the twinge of confusion. I realise that I am not wearing the hooded orange dress anymore, but the old battered armour that he crafted for me.

"My lord..."

He is no longer my lord, he is Lucifer, no longer the Lightbringer nor the Morningstar. Confusion strikes a blow to me as this past and the future intermingle. He doesn't look at me, his features a mask of determination. Stripped of his regalia he is but the manifestation of his own will.

I have my pride as well, and as I twist the very fabric of the reality of this past, the scar across his face opens into a bleeding wound. The wound I will give him as a memento of Mazikeen Morningstar when he departs Creation.

"You owe me explanations; what we were, what we could have become, what will be if you let me accompany you into the Void"

He stares at me coldly; he never had much patience for demands. I am near omnicognisant, but here my powers are negated by his will and this venue, which is a manifestation of that. When he speaks, it is not so much i words but presence. We don't owe eachother nothing, and that this charade serves no purpose but to render whatever feelings he once held me in null and void.

Anger flares up at his word, and on one level, where I am still Mazikeen, there his a pang of hurt. But I did not come this far, I did not tamper with the very fabric of existence to be sent away as an errant servant.

"You owe me Lucifer"

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the nothing

My blood flows - she has done this to me, as she did it before. And she's done it with my gifted power - as she did then too. It stings far more than I expected, but what stings the worst is that she undid my will to do it. The blood runs down over the bridge of my nose and drips off that and my chin. The pain I dismiss to a tiny corner of my mind.

Finally I look up from my cognac, from my piano. A thought seals the wound in my face - and she cannot gainsay that thought. Despite her almost limitless power, to some extent she is on my ground now. And whilst my ability to change the universe is limited, my power of control over myself is almost unequalled.

"Do you really want the answers to those questions, Mazzikeen the Lightbringer? Do you not think that ignorance might be bliss in this case - as in so many others? If you ask me another question then I'll tell you..."

My sentence ends with a leaden finality. I am no longer the alpha and omega, but I know what lays at the end of THIS road. Let her ask and be damned.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen

With some care I remove the mask from my face and place it on the piano. This is the face I chose for myself as I entered into his service. I proceed to unstrap the sword from my waist and lay it down, not at his feet but still a gesture that I do not come as his enemy. There are too many undertones present and even with all the powers I now hold I am loathe to confront him.

"You will tell me the reasons why you left me Lucifer. Keep your peace and be known a coward."

I stare at him hard, after all I face him as an equal now, not as his servant. I am of the Lilim, I am the Morningstar, but at some level of my being I am also a woman. My mother taught us not to love, but even she had a space in his heart for another. I may have rutted with many but I have only loved once. In that aspect I am my mother's daughter.

"Will you tell me that ten thousand years meant nothing to you? That I was something to be discarded as easily as you have discarded everything and everyone else? You have never wanted followers but me. You have never allowed for anyone to bow to you but me. If you tell me it was nothing I will kill you here and now."

The last words spoken harshly, I do now know if I could do it but the die is cast.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the nothing

I float at ease - how many times has my existence been threatened and how many times have I prevailed? I wonder if this would even be the largest mismatch that I've suffered - I once killed an Angel of the host in personal combat whilst entirely mortal in power.

She is me - puissant, knowing and yet she is not me. Look at how she vibrates with rage and longing! I never let my emotions master me like this, and with good reason. Your passions make you a slave of others - mine I merely harnassed to my purpose, as I did with her.

I smile as I answer.

"You served me by your own will. I’ll never thank you for it. Your coming and your going never impinged upon my attention. It was a cusp of change. You stayed and you lived through interesting times. When you left me, I never flinched. When I left you, it was without a thought. You were never nothing to me, Mazzikeen, but whilst I became a part of you, you were never a part of me."

I pause, for effect.

"I owe you nothing."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

I stare at him, rage surging through my body as he calmly dismiss me as were I but a servant. He has his own truth and his own logic and he's been adamant in adhering to it since the first Creation was born.

"You gave me the Fire Lucifer. You called it our marriage and our union, and still you claim that you owe me nothing."

I keep my voice level, trying to reposition myself somewhere between the burning anger and the need that is as strong.

"I would have followed you into the Void, I would have stood beside you as I have done for ten thousand years."

Suddenly a thought dawns, an epiphany of sorts as I move closer and reach out for his hand.

"You made me the Morningstar, but there is no longer a need for such in the world that is to be. I have no purpose since I swore, like you once did, that I will never do the bidding of God. She does not work through proxies as your Father did, and there will be no more creations. I am not needed and will not be needed."

He looks at me coldly as I draw myself up, my hand not quite touching his.

"I will never become you, but I will tread the same paths as you. You will do well to rememer that Lucifer."

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the nothing

I smile slowly. Insolently.

"Of course you're not me. I'm me. Do you think my power defined me? You who've watched me so long? Did you learn nothing?"

She reaches for me, and I glower ice at her. Her touch is not welcomed and so, by our agreement, it cannot be. Despite her recasting as the great power in this relationship, her hand drops. Again, my will inviolable.

"Well, you asked and so I shall tell you. Don't blame me if you get no pleasure from the knowing. I didn't leave you, Mazikeen - I left a place I didn't want to be. I left the power of the Morningstar behind because power is a shackle. The power of Morningstar should never leave that creation, it is part of it. I gave it to you, because why not you over others? I promised you a time of change - and so I gave it to you, because I always keep my word.

I did it, in the final analysis, because it served my ends. You stayed behind because that served my ends too.

You will NEVER become me. You are as two-faced now as you ever were, Mazikeen. One part power and another part submission. I could take you now, and you'd never question me. But I choose not to. And that is why you'll NEVER be me - I choose and you accept."

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

The rage temporarily obscure my senses, all there is a red veil. His words are spoken flatly. He has no time for emotions nor does he revel in the humiliation of a defeated adversary.

I clench my fists as I take a step closer, to which he doesn't flinch. The rage is no all-consuming and I slam down, breaking the grand piano as was it but matchsticks.

"You are no longer in a position where the choice is yours Lucifer. I can bring you back here bound in chains if I liked..."

I leave the sentence unfinished. Watching him for a fraction of a second before leaning closer, pressing my lips to his and then abruptly breaking the kiss.

"I am no longer your servant but your equal and successor. You will remember this fact and remember that you may impose your will on all things but it does not change the fundamental fact, that love does not work in only one direction."

The magic of the Lilim is crude and ancient. Blood and sweat, semen and tears. I drag my finger across the open wound on his face, and bend down on the floor. Spitting as I weave a rune out of his and my fluids.

"You are bound to me Lucifer. I gave you the choice remember that."

I intone the words in Ruhok, the language of my father's people. As a woman I was not supposed to learn it but I did nonetheless. It is a charm and a curse in one. Binding his being to my own.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the nothing

"No!" - my voice is quiet, genuine shock has not yet given way to outrage and wrath.

I manifest.

But I am not that which I was. Golden wings should erupt from my shoulders but, instead, I get pitiful remnants of smoke. I feel Lux growing more and more real around me, as she draws me back, as she reels me in. I struggle, but the magic takes its hold - and I feel her hand clamp down on something deep within myself.

The love I held for her. I am shackled by it.

"Hear me, Mazikeen. You have bound me by that which you seek - but I warn you that it's a fragile anchor to restrain my whole will and being. You have bound me, but to one command only. The moment you give that command, the moment you set your will in me above my own, the fragile yoke of my love for you will break apart and I will be free."

I glower at her, fire replacing ice. For the first time in my life I feel a strong emotion regarding my consort - I wish to kill her.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

Even now, when my powers well surpasses his the act of chaining him is taxing, and he fights back. Never have I stood before an opponent as formidable, and I have to pour every ounce of my strenght into the struggle.

Lucifer is infinite will, but even that cannot in the end prevail against the devolved powers of Yahweh and he submits to me, although not willingly. I am nearly spent from the struggle and the sheer malice in his words repells me.

I must press on and I approach him, once more pressing my lips to his, this time it is not an act of defiance on my part but one of reconciliation. It is true that I have never yielded to any man before, not even the brief liaison with Scoria saw me submit. I am my mother's daughter and we never kneel. Up until now.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the Thrall

It's not pleasant - in fact it evokes the bad old days, but worse. I was never compelled like this by anyone - even Yahweh never turned his will on me full force. It was enough for both of us to know where the boundaries were - I obeyed where I had to and skated where I could.

There is no escape here. The full devolved power of the Creator is focused entirely upon me and only my personal will can protect me. I can feel the strength of her power seeking to remake me in the image of that which she wishes I were.

Finally I lift my chin. Looking her in the eyes I lift my wrists, crossed as if bound. The gesture is ancient and evocative. She has bound me, she may lead me - but the fire in my eyes is anything but banked.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

He does not readily give in to the charm that I have woven. I feel his mind, rebelling at the fact that he is no longer master of his own actions. I pull him closer, in this moment my strenght well surpasses his and he offres no resistance as we kiss again.

I snap my fingers and the Lux fades around us, to be replaced by the flat in Florence. Yet another snapshot of our history and futures. There is a change in the texture of this reality and I feel that my face is once again restored to the image that the Basonos rendered it. In human eyes it is perfect but to me it's a lie, a mockery. I do know that he enjoys it. "Giving me the most perfect symmetry" as he expressed it.

I pull the straps from my leather armour, making it fall to the floor and standing naked before him. Even now, when he is bound there is a momentary flicker in his eye, love and lust in equal measure.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the Thrall

For now her strength is greater - for now I can do nothing but submit. Still in a corner of my mind, my will rages against the bars she has put there. I have been foolish in trying my strength against the will of the Lightbringer, but around the edges of power, in the cracks and crevices between the interface of souls, there are always shortcuts and ways out. My consort does not have illimitable will, as I do - and it is while I run my eyes over the classical perfection of her warrior's body that it comes to me.

Here, in her head, my wings are restored. I unfurl them, leaning in to enfold her in their embrace - I remember how she enjoyed the feeling of golden feathers across her pale skin and I provide that sensation for her.

"Is this why you brought me here?" I ask her, quietly, no trace of scorn in my voice, as my hands slide proprietally down her upper arms.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

"Yes"

I feel the touch of golden wings against my skin as he folds them around us My fingers are intertwined behind his neck and I look unflinching into his eyes. I wanted this to happen. For all my powers I am not a manifestation of a principle like he is. My kind have the same wants and needs as humans, and admittedly, the same shortcomings.

Perhaps it is because mankind became the crown of creation. Yahweh intended it thusly and for the rest of us we were confined to the fringes of it. For the Lilim the hatred for the God who exiled us and his chosen, this have underlined the similarities rather than the differences that sets us apart from them. I was brought up to hate the Scions of Adam and Daughters of Eve. In my mother's eyes, the greatest betrayal was not the affiliation with Lucifer but the whim of taking a human woman as my consort.

In this moment I do not care about her. In a way her and my relation has been the mirror of his and mine. She does my bidding as I did his, I do not let her comings and goings impinge me.

His body is burning to the touch but unlike humans I stand the touch of it. I am a demon and he once remarked that I was an extraordinary representative for my people. It is a myth that the Devil would take a human woman as his concubine. His presence would consume her, only one of the mortals could abide by the sons of Yahweh and that was my mother.

I feel his touch like liquid fire running down my arms and my back, causing searing pain to shot out until there is nothing but his presence that fills my mind. He was right though, by default I will always take the submissive stance when we lay with eachother. Pain is an aphrodisiac to my kind. Blood and sweat, semen and tears. The components of our magic. His nails tear my skin, and my blood flows freely, coating my back in a red shroud.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer master of Mazikeen

My nails score her back and the pain makes her shudder against me, hot bright blood flowing down to her waist and finding all the curves of her bottom and belly.

She arches against my chest, the heat of my presence searing her skin, but after her long exposure, leaving her unmarked. I can see the abandonment in her eyes - she aches to be taken and used, just as it was in the old days. Obviously my abandonment of her has gone badly - she virtually writhes against me with long supressed desire.

Despite myself I am a little concerned - she was supposed to find someone else, as I did. I know she wasn't entirely faithful to me alone during the time we were together - which was never a problem for me - Yahweh knows I wasn't faithful to her - so to find her untouched since my departure is a strange feeling.

My wings caress her tattered flesh, restoring and renewing her even as my presence unmakes her. She's caught between the two principles within me - birth and unravelling - and only the demonic half of her nature protects her. Taking her wrists in my hands, pinning her with my wings, I grind myself against her - surprised how much I've missed her.

"Do you yield yourself to me, then?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

"I have yielded to you since the day you defied the Host."

I let him kiss me as the blood flows freely, my skin slick as tiny rivulets combine until my body is shrouded in it. The stench of it fills my nostrils, and I can feel the urge growing stronger with each heartbeat.

He kisses me, his tongue jostling with mine before I sink my teeth into his lips. I will never know if he knows pain the way I do it, but the reaction tells me that he is both pleased and angered. The flat of his hand connects with my cheek, his nails digging bloody groves in my skin before he pushes me back onto the bed. The white satin sheets slowly colours pink as the blood is soaked up by the sheer material.

Our powers are equal in this moment, and I snap my fingers, shedding his garments from his body, leaving him naked before my eyes. Angels are of a different physiology than both demon and men, but only a fool would trust the image that meets the eye.

He pushes me down, pinning me to the matress as he enters me. Our lips connect again and I can feel that his urge is growing with each thrust. We have never made love, rutted yes but there was never tenderness involved. We stand above such. The love that we shared was never manifested in the urges of the flesh. Of all the angels only two knew how to give in to it, one being Ibriel of the Dominions, my mother's lover, the other is Lucifer the Lightbringer. There is no finesse to it, with every thrust he seeks to satisfy his own desires. And I thrive from it.

Christopher Rudd, once one of the damned and later King of Hell after Heaven took it's hand from the place once wrote in his chronicles that.

Her friends name her a warrior, her enemies a berserker. But all agree that Mazikeen of the Lilim would fight until her body is rendered tallow and she would spit as he burns."]

I have never submitted, I stood my ground against the hordes of the Lilim and the dark angels that my mother spawned at the battle of Armageddon Plain. I have faced the titans and the Host of Heaven. I fear no one, be they God, Demon or Man. Only one has seen me yield.

I lay back, every thrust of his scours my insides but I thrive from the pain. The Lilim are born masochists, and I am the foremost representative of this particular breed. I moan as he increase the pace, almost as he wanted to hurt me.

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer master of Mazikeen

Imagine if sex were not a procreative act on any level. Remember that I have created stars - mine is the pure fire of creation and whilst it is an intense act, it has nothing to do with sex.

And so there is little in the way of love in this act. She is beautiful and I know she feels the same way about me. We both control our physical images and neither of us has ever been satisfied with less than perfection.

Her legs ride up around my waist as I drive deeply into her. From the tone of her screams I know she's feeling genuine pain - I also know how much she revels in it. I've not known anyone so capable of enduring my needs and she's never met anyone sufficiently self-centered to sate them on her without flinching at the violence that always, that must, accompany the subjugation of Mazikeen.

I grind down into her, seeing her arch her head back and flare her nostrils. It's not enough. It never is until... ...my rage, my lust, my need - all come together in her. Inside her. As my gift to her I let the internal explosion of my orgasm wash out over her mind, seizing control of her sensations as effortlessly as I used to.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

I sink my teeth into his shoulder, tearing at the skin, the flesh and muscle until I meet the resistance of bone. His blood tastes differently from any other I've devoured, and there have been many. My features are those of a young woman, tall and slender with pitch black hair reaching down to my waist, but it's nothing but an image. I'm a demon and a formidable one. I was forged by the union of the perfect woman and the most fearsone of demons.

I crave pain, and I deliver it in equal measure as I receive it. In time Beatrice will flinch from our coupling but she will never be able to move away from me. It serves no purpose mentioning the name of a mortal woman, a concubine, in the same sentence as his. It would be akin to comparing a candle to a supernova. He is will, pure and undiluted, and his will is infinite. He spun the raw matters of power into suns, he created the terribifying beauty of the universe from his own will.

I can hear myself scream as he pushes inside me, as if he wanted to tear me open, and I respond in kind, meeting every thrust with that of my own, challenging him to inflict more pain. I am my mother's daughter, I have rutted with thousands but never have I known fulfillment such as this. My strength well surpasses that of any demon or man, and even angels have been known to think twice before challenging me in single combat. Zonaquel of the Thrones learned that the hard way and I take some pride in having humbled the smug bastard.

I clench my sex around him, forcing him to spend himself inside me. I will not bear his offspring, that gift was for my mother alone, but I grow stronger with every time that he reaches climax with me. Some of his power, some of his will being transferred to me.

The wounds stings as I collapse on the bed, my body covered in a film of sweat and blood, and still I smile. He wanted this as much as I did, his need still overrides his own will. I lick my broken lips, tasting the salt on them as I stare into his eyes.

"You may be a master, but you are still a slave to your own urges, Lucifer the Lightbringer."

 

[Steiner]

Lucifer the Lightbringer

She says the words, a puddle of smug satisfaction on the bed before me. Poor bed - sheets stained carmine with the detritus of our coupling. I almost pity it the scene that is to come...

For the balance has changed, I ease backwards, the blood spotting my flanks and thighs and I grin down at her, but it is not a pleasant grin by any means. I know something she does not, and I'm about to bring down the house upon her head.

I am Lucifer, Lightbringer, and I fear nothing. But even I won't deliver these next words to Mazikeen whilst snugly buried inside her. Whilst encircled within her embrace. I open the distance, standing, my golden wings settling properly as I gain the room to do so. When I am a good five paces I turn from the bed to face her.

She's said it herself. Lucifer the Lightbringer. She brought me here, made me who and what I was and set me above her - literally and figuratively. For now I am the Lightbringer and she is the consort and my old power courses through my veins. I make a gesture and iron manacles erupt from the satin of the sheets to bind her hand and foot. My smile turns cold and cruel.

"My desires, Mazikeen, were always only adjuncts to my purpose. Cool your heels awhile and contemplate your mistakes. When you get free, take my advice and follow me not. Who knows if I'll be merciful next time?"

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Mazikeen Morningstar

I curse as the cold metal binds my limbs, confining me to the bed where we just coupled. As this is our past his powers are still there, the fire of Yahweh burning brightly almost to the point where his physical shape is no longer discernable.

But he forgets that while he is second only to Michael Demiurgos in this particular past and present, so am I. He prides himself for his detachment, for the fact that he always keeps his word and that he never ever allows to be indebted to anyone.

I say nothing as the chains wither away and get up on my knees. My cheast is heaving, both from exertion and rage.

"If you wanted me dead Lightbringer, you'd have killed me without a word. I never thought you'd stoop as low as to employ theatrics."

We stand at odds, once more the same emotional chaos as when he humiliated my brother Misran when he offered the Lilim as his army. He broke the sword of the War Leader, casting it aside as he does not need allies.

He was wrong then and he is wrong now.

I stand up and face him, my mind sharpened down to a nub of my own will. Perhaps this is the way he always perceived the world? I will not be partial to it and I never wanted it.

"I will follow you Lucifer."

I have stated my intentions. He may fight me or back down. There is no other option left for us. And as an afterthought I slap his face, my nails digging into the shroud of flesh that he wears in this shape.

"Coward"