lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 20, 2011 23:21:12 GMT -6
It had been about a week since Marian's unfortunate encounter with Lucifer in the park. He'd been holed up in his office apartment for that long, and had only recently begun to venture out of his dwelling space again. It wasn't hard for him to be able to stay holed up in there, though- He had all the essentials to live: A kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, a piano, a friendly ghost for company sometimes. But still, he realized he couldn't be scared forever, and Lucifer couldn't reach him in the Library. As long as he stayed inside, he was fine.
Marian was inside his office, though, playing Ivan von Waldsteinburg's old piano. Moonlight Sonata, by Beethoven. He remembered learning it; it had been a pain in the ass to learn the rythmn, which was quite possibly the worst rythmn in the history of rythmns. Still, though, it was a calming piece, and helped keep his mind from Lucifer.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 20, 2011 23:32:29 GMT -6
Ivan appeared next to Marian. He had a pained and panicked expression on his face.
“Um… Marian,” he began, nervously wringing his hands, “I-I’m really sorry, but I think something happened and…”
He didn’t come here today willingly; though he would have wanted to. Something came and threatened his existence if he didn’t come here and speak with Marian Havas. He almost got distracted by what Marian was playing, but suddenly his appearance swirled around and faded out. A black symbol began to form on the back of Marian’s hand.
The place where Ivan was standing was replaced with a note and what looked like a tie tack. The note was folded in thirds and had a large white seal on it with a stylized L. It was pretty obvious who it was from.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 20, 2011 23:40:19 GMT -6
Marian stopped his playing and looked up when Ivan appeared. "What's going on?" he asked, frowning. Ivan looked pretty freaked out; that wasn't normal. He knitted his eyebrows together and was about to ask something else when the ghost disappeared and a note took his place. He reached over to grab the note, cringing when he saw the letter L on it, when he saw the symbol begin to form on his hand.
"Shit!" he hissed, and began trying to scratch it off. It didn't work; it was still there. Marian continued trying to, but he just ended up with a lot of dead skin underneath his fingernails and the spot remained. With shaky hands he took the note and stared at it, and took the tie tack as well, wondering what the hell that was for. Really, why did Lucifer want him to have a tie tack. .? Unless it was cursed? Shit shit shit.
Marian gulped and unfolded the note, and began to read it.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 20, 2011 23:50:25 GMT -6
The note was written in a long, loopy handwriting with black ink.
“Dearest Marian,
It’s time to collect on my prize from the game we played. It was an excellent win, if I do say so myself. That lovely symbol that you have on your hand is a dangerous kind of seal. If you don’t do what I say, once twenty-four hours have passed, your location will be privy to me at any given time. I can say which I prefer; we’d be spending a considerable amount of time together.
First, you will put on the pin that came with the letter. You’ll follow my instructions and once they’re finished, the seal will be released and you won’t have to worry about unexpected visits from dear friends.
Be aware that I’m watching.
Love,
Lucifer.”
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 20, 2011 23:57:48 GMT -6
Marian stared at the note in abject horror. He didn't want to do whatever Lucifer said. . But at the same time, if Lucifer knew wherever he was, that wouldn't end well for him at all, and he'd be stuck in more situations like this. On the bright side, this got rid of his suspicion that Lucifer had placed a tracking device on him- Otherwise, he wouldn't be using this sort of seal.
He shivered as he read "Love, Lucifer." God damn. Of course Lucifer would end the letter like that, that son of a bitch. The thought of Lucifer watching him gave him the heebie-jeebies, too. He stared at the tie clip, wondering what it did. Maybe it gave him the instructions from Lucifer. He still didn't like the idea of this, but he didn't have any other choice.
Marian really wished he hadn't gone through with that game and instead had just gotten the hell out of that park.
"Here goes nothing," Marian muttered. He sighed, took his current tie clip off and set it on the area where sheet music went on his piano, and slid Lucifer's tie clip onto his tie.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 0:07:22 GMT -6
As if the clip knew when Marian put it on his tie, it made a tinny dinging noise. It quieted down immediately, but it was obvious it was magical.
“Oh lovely,” a voice said in Marian’s head, “I do love games, but I was really hoping you’d pick the second options.”
It was pretty clear whose voice it was. The clip buzzed a little bit.
“A piano? Were you playing when you got a visitor?” Lucifer said in a saccharine voice, “I almost want you to play for me.”
There was some laughing behind Lucifer; wherever he was watching from, he wasn’t alone.
“Now, I have to think up a challenge for you,” he said, “I have a set of things you are going to do for me, but if you pass the challenge, you’ll get to use help.”
Lucifer sounded positively giddy. He was enjoying himself; making Marian squirm was quickly becoming one of his favorite things.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 0:14:27 GMT -6
Marian groaned when the voice in his head appeared. Shit shit shit. So he'd been right, that was what this damn thing was. And of course, Lucifer was watching him with other people. Probably Ms. Ripley and Mr. Cassius, of course. That seemed like the sort of thing they would do; sit there eating popcorn and watching him. How creepy.
"Fuck you," Marian hissed. Of course he wasn't going to take the second option. Both of them knew it, and Lucifer was just trying to provoke him as always, and fuck if he didn't do a damn good job of it. It just made Marian angrier, how Lucifer just manipulated him.
"What's your challenge?" he asked, really wanting to just get this over with. He hated being compromised like this, having to take orders from Lucifer of all people. Help sounded good, though, although Marian was a little worried about what Lucifer was going to make him do- Not just to get help, but also for the rest of the instructions. It was worrying, especially considering it was Lucifer, who had some pretty depraved hobbies.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 1:15:20 GMT -6
There was a bit more giggling from Lucifer’s end, “Oh don’t you want to hear the rules first?”
Lucifer continued without waiting for an answer, “I’ll just tell you so you won’t worry your little head about anything. First rule, I won’t make you do anything that will violate the petty little rules the heavens have given you. Second rule, I won’t send you to your death. Third, there is no time limit, unless I tell you otherwise. Just in case you think I’m duping you, the symbol on your hand is also a rune that, when mixed with my magic, can kill me. I love high stakes, don’t you?”
There was some shuffling around, “Boss, make him do the potion thing!” a whining voice cried.
“That’s a lovely idea, Vera. Your challenge is in your kitchen,” he said, “Go there now. There is a beaker there, filled with a green viscous liquid. Drink it.”
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Mar 21, 2011 1:25:51 GMT -6
Marian grit his teeth. Well, at least he had three things he knew he didn't have to worry about. Still, though, the no time limit thing was ridiculous- He did have a time limit, twenty-four hours. He didn't want Lucifer knowing his exact location, at all.
So it was Ms. Ripley and Mr. Cassius who were watching with Lucifer, then. Of course. Marian wasn't really all that surprised; it was so typical of them. Fucking pride demons. He hated them all so much.
When Lucifer told him what his challenge was, his eyes widened. Shit shit shit. He had no idea what was in that potion, or who had made it, or anything. . And of course, knowing Lucifer, it was probably something fucked up. Still, though, if he didn't do this, he'd have to go through the instructions with no help whatsoever.
Marian got up from his piano bench and walked into his kitchen. Lucifer was correct, there was a beaker filled with green liquid. Ick. And if it was viscous. . Well, that was just nasty. Still, though, he didn't want to be stranded without help. . Marian took the beaker in his hands and downed it all as fast as he could, and swallowed it all down.
"Alright, what now?" he asked, cringing.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 21, 2011 1:35:02 GMT -6
There was an explosion of laughter from the tie pin. It took several moments for them to calm down.
“And here I thought you would balk at the challenge,” said Lucifer, “Well your prize is a scapegoat of your choosing. Keep in mind the rules, they still stand with your scapegoat, but you can’t tell them what’s going on. Now that you have one, you’ll want to know that you’ll need it.”
The pin buzzed a little bit again.
“You have a few moments to chose,” Lucifer informed him, “They won’t be able to hear us, we’re just in your head.”
There was some incessant giggling from the pin for a moment that quickly quieted down.
“When you’re ready, you’ll leave the Library through the portals. Go to New York, it doesn’t matter where right now,” Lucifer informed him.
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