The room was simple: A large crystal in the center with rather comfortable chairs of gold all around. Lay-e-boy gold chairs; they grew bored of the back problems long around. Zadkiel himself sat at one while the recovering Lich sat next to him at the other with a crown on his head and shackles on his wrists and ankles, all pulling the magic from him. By now, he could MAYBE create some mist. Zadkiel, looking the globe over would snicker before noticing his partner waking up. "Reattaching the head of a skeleton should not be that hard; Christ you're brittle..."
"Yes, I am a skeleton. An old skeleton left to rot in the pits of Hells. My bones have been exposed to constant cold thus making them far more brittle...though I enchanted these bones to make them far more durable then even diamond...you could not have broken them with ease." He'd stared into the ball and sighed. He couldn't see a damn thing.
"Oh I didn't break any bones. You'd of died that way! Think of it like this: I manifested a spatula of sorts, placed it between the vertebrae of your neck, and POP! I had a two-piece Lich. And yes, I am draining your magic. Can't have you being a lousy guest; not often someone is allowed into what you idiots think is Heaven!" He'd snicker to himself and stand up, the Cloak of Death in hand. "You'll doom us with this. Sadly, I must give it up. Well, not me, but an angel. Raziel finally got off of his a** and gave me reinforcements. Besides, I don't need you summoning friends to free you."
A heavily armored angel, one pair of wings and a helmet being the major differences from himself and Zadkiel, would take the cloak in hand. He would quickly fall to one knee and bow to Zadkiel before slowly disappearing in the light.
"You have stripped me of all power...what use am I to you?"
"All the use in the world. See, it's like this...a positive and a negative combining usually equals Kain making something explode. We'll just say Light for positive and Dark for negative. Now, in some cases, usually with living organisms, Light and Dark can be combined. In one case, it was torn apart! Care to hear a story?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course not! Now listen up. Lucifer, Mr. Rebellion was defeated by Raziel and Michael. He was defeated by separation; the Light in Lucifer, or what was left, was given to Michael to make him the biggest badass in Heaven and enchant that stupid sword. The Darkness of Lucifer took the form of the Beast and escaped to a new world, soon polluting it and calling it Hell with that creature as its Lord. So, Satan, or the Beast, is Lucifer...but not really. Now according to Raziel's proclamation, If one born of Heaven and one born of Hell were to merge, Lucifer would be reborn with their power AND his own." He'd grin and come to sit in front of the Lich.
"...You were born of Heaven...I was of Hell..."
"Now you're gettin' it! Right now I'm working to make sure that his personality can't take control. WE will become Lucifer, and MY personality will destroy his! In the end, I will become Master Light and Dark. You will too, just...you wouln't know." One of the angels would approach Zadkiel, bow again and speak to him in an odd language that seemed to lack vowels. The angel would leave and Zadkiel would follow. "Sit tight my new friend!"
"Yes, I am a skeleton. An old skeleton left to rot in the pits of Hells. My bones have been exposed to constant cold thus making them far more brittle...though I enchanted these bones to make them far more durable then even diamond...you could not have broken them with ease." He'd stared into the ball and sighed. He couldn't see a damn thing.
"Oh I didn't break any bones. You'd of died that way! Think of it like this: I manifested a spatula of sorts, placed it between the vertebrae of your neck, and POP! I had a two-piece Lich. And yes, I am draining your magic. Can't have you being a lousy guest; not often someone is allowed into what you idiots think is Heaven!" He'd snicker to himself and stand up, the Cloak of Death in hand. "You'll doom us with this. Sadly, I must give it up. Well, not me, but an angel. Raziel finally got off of his a** and gave me reinforcements. Besides, I don't need you summoning friends to free you."
A heavily armored angel, one pair of wings and a helmet being the major differences from himself and Zadkiel, would take the cloak in hand. He would quickly fall to one knee and bow to Zadkiel before slowly disappearing in the light.
"You have stripped me of all power...what use am I to you?"
"All the use in the world. See, it's like this...a positive and a negative combining usually equals Kain making something explode. We'll just say Light for positive and Dark for negative. Now, in some cases, usually with living organisms, Light and Dark can be combined. In one case, it was torn apart! Care to hear a story?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course not! Now listen up. Lucifer, Mr. Rebellion was defeated by Raziel and Michael. He was defeated by separation; the Light in Lucifer, or what was left, was given to Michael to make him the biggest badass in Heaven and enchant that stupid sword. The Darkness of Lucifer took the form of the Beast and escaped to a new world, soon polluting it and calling it Hell with that creature as its Lord. So, Satan, or the Beast, is Lucifer...but not really. Now according to Raziel's proclamation, If one born of Heaven and one born of Hell were to merge, Lucifer would be reborn with their power AND his own." He'd grin and come to sit in front of the Lich.
"...You were born of Heaven...I was of Hell..."
"Now you're gettin' it! Right now I'm working to make sure that his personality can't take control. WE will become Lucifer, and MY personality will destroy his! In the end, I will become Master Light and Dark. You will too, just...you wouln't know." One of the angels would approach Zadkiel, bow again and speak to him in an odd language that seemed to lack vowels. The angel would leave and Zadkiel would follow. "Sit tight my new friend!"
