Lucifer wasn't one for dramatics.
Okay... Maybe he was– Just a little bit. But even he had to admit, this was excessive.
Standing up on his legs, his newly polished boots scraped against the icy biome he was forced to entertain. Lucifer quickly got to fixing his cuffs and dusting his clothes.
The white and red fabric he wore was pristine, never touched by dust and never to be worn down by anything hell could offer. But even so, Lucifer had to make sure they were in tip-toe condition. He would hate having to do something drastic due to damage beyond his control, being dealt to his lovely clothes.
They were priceless.
"Also... Really ? Antarctica ?" He questioned, his face scrunched up as he forced himself to look at the barren white wasteland that surrounded him on all sides.
He huffed, straightening his collar. His breath was cold, yet his heart rate remained steady. Despite the abruptness of the situation, Lucifer did not panic.
"Not my preferred vacation spot." Lucifer remarked.
And although Lucifer looked calm and relaxed on the outside, his true feelings were vastly different. His face remained serene, his eyes held a tranquil stillness that could be considered supernatural. Yet his heart pumped with a temperament equivalent to wrath incarnate.
The golden haired male, standing alone in the icy desert, allowing the whole world to badk in his brilliance, could feel the ever-increasing vexation within his hot, virile, divine blood.
Lucifer let out a sharp exhale, the air freezing as soon as it left his mouth. He ran his pale fingers through his beautiful golden locks, his irritation mounting as the seconds passed.
It was frigid, any normal human would be shivering in such harsh, cold weather. But Lucifer knows the fires of hell and the chill of the deepest regions of Tartarus. He could not be effected by the cold that existed in even the coldest part of the mortal plane.
No, he did not why he was here.
Lucifer did not choose to be here.
Not this time.
Lucifer has no fallen. Not again. He never intended on visiting Earth and if he did, he wouldn't have gone to the world's largest dry, cold desert.
Lucifer had better taste when it came to vacation spots.
Not even a second ago, Lucifer was sitting upon his fiery throne, a dull glint in his crimson eyes. Holding a glass of pristine red wine in his left hand, he tested his right hand against his cheek, his expression hardened with the lack of emotion.
His posture was as regal as can be, even while sitting, he was proud and kingly. He, the King of the Netherworld, was merely entertaining a rather dull dispute between two lesser demons over territory rights in the Ninth Circle.
He faced his own reflection in the cup he held, his crimson eyes staring into the crimson figure that rippled across the surface of the delicious liquid. Listlessly, Lucifer lifted his cup higher and brought it closer to his lips. The bored expression that he held shone in his own cup.
His snake-like eyes squinted as he was but a mere moment away from drinking the wine he held.
But he never got to taste it.
Because he was now here.
He was on Earth. In the middle of the Antarctic.
Stranded.
Stuck.
Alone.
He was simply... there.
One moment he was lounging in hell, and the next, he was here.
No warning.
No fluctuations.
No magic.
No summoning.
No will to leave.
No apocalyptic event.
No divine decree.
He was gone. Just like that.
As if forcefully dragged out of the fiery puts of hell, Lucifer found himself in the human realm once more. Except this time, he wasn't here on personal interests.
His arrival here was orchestrated by a higher entity.
The situation was so sudden that Gaia itself had to come to halt momentarily, before resuming.
It was as if reality itself abruptly shifted.
He gently tapped his feet on the icy ground he stood upon. Looking around, the fallen angel took in all that he could.
He did not panic.
He did not care about his sudden teleportation.
He was merely curious, behind the reason for his presence.
Why was he needed on Earth ? Why was he brought to Earth ? Why was he never consulted about it before getting dragged here ?
"How selfishly unethical. Couldn't even be bothered to give me a semblance of awareness of the situation before putting me in this mess. What else can I expect from him." Lucifer complained, his lips curling into a well crafted frown.
It didn't take a genius to figure out his situation.
No being in existence should be capable of doing to Lucifer what was just done. To be able to just grab and bring The Devil Himself out of his less-than humble abode and throw him in the middle of Antarctica.
It isn't something anyone can do.
To be even able to reach Lucifer at all while he's relaxing slothfully in hell is a huge deal by itself.
To summon him to Earth is a completely different category of unexpected.
But even if such a phenomenon could theoretically take place, it cannot happen instantaneously. It cannot be done without warning.
For an existence as divine and power as Lucifer Morningstar, he cannot simply be summoned at a moments notice without his comprehension. The suddenness of his present summoning was so paradoxical that it couldn't be considered anything besides divine intervention.
Which is exactly what it was.
Divine intervention.
There was only being in existence who could and would do something like this. The only one Lucifer could never rule over, not even in his wildest, most creative fallacy.
This had "God" written all over it.
Great! Just what he needed...
"Really dad ? Are you really doing this to me right now ?" Lucifer questioned, yet his voice echoed with disdain. His eyes were flat and frown, which never left, only served to highlight the irksome emotions bubbling within the fallen angel.
"This isn't the time for jokes! Did you seriously relocate me after disowning me eons ago, old man?!" Lucifer looked up at the sky and screamed to the heavens, his voice laced with indignation.
God was playing a joke on him.
And he was not laughing.
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At first, Lucifer entertained the possibility of this being a prank that one of the demons below him somehow managed to pull. Of course, he was wholeheartedly certain that it was his father do did it.
But the idea of this being a prank from one of his demons made Lucifer chuckle, amusement filling his entire being. Maybe someone finally found a way to banish The Devil himself— not that it would last.
Lucifer was annoyed, of course he was. His father, The One Above All, The Almighty himself. He was the one that summoned him to earth.
It was definitely God. It had to be. It literally couldn't be anyone else.
Who else could do it ? Who else would ? Who would willingly cross him in such a way.
Michael ? Hell no. The angel in question is too busy in Heaven to worry about what Lucifer does.
Gabriel ? Puh-lease.
Raphael ? He wouldn't dare.
Uriel ? Not strong enough.
Azrael ? He couldn't be bothered enough to do this and even if he did, Lucifer wouldn't have failed to notice him.
He would be lying if he said he was flattered, because he truly felt out of place here.
"Couldn't even be bothered with giving me a warning ? Was this a sudden decision father ? No letter telling me about this little holiday trip you planned for me ? Not even so much as a 'Good Luck' ? Rude." Lucifer spat, yet his tone was a mixture of emotions. His voice remained steady, get it held contempt, disdain and amusement.
It was as if he was feeling amused over such a situation.
Amusement over a situation that brought him such displeasure.
"You couldn't have tried to make it a little dramatic, at least ? Bringing me, The Devil, to Earth in such a boring with is beyond insulting and far below what I expect for someone such as mineself. And why did you bring me to Antarctica of all places ? Couldn't be bothered to take me to a place with actual people in it ? Afraid I'll blow up or something ? That is not like you at all, father." Lucifer truly, wholeheartedly did not cate about the nature behind his summoning.
The only thing that annoyed him was that he was summoned.
He was summoned by his father. The same person that casted him away.
Now make no mistake, Lucifer does not hate his father. But he certainly does not like him either.
Lucifer was a showman by nature. He loved flashy and flamboyant entrances. So the idea that his summoning was so lackluster was beyond irksome.
"Didn't even let me bring anything with me. I couldn't even prepare for my vacation. How cumbersome." Lucifer let out a sigh, before curling his lips upwards.
"That's so like him."
His irritation simmered into amused resignation. His grin shimmered in the bright, cold morning.
This certainly wasn't the first cosmic curveball his father had thrown at him before.
And it certainly won't be the last.
Now the real question was— Why ?
Why was he here ?
Why now ? What makes this specific time so special ?
Despite the feeling of "being pranked", Lucifer can confirm that his father isn't one to pull something like this for no reason at all. Not even for his own amusement.
Obviously he was there for a reason.
There's no way his father would've thrown The Devil himself into earth for "no reason".
His first order of business, was to figure out exactly what kind of game his old man was playing on him and exactly what his role in that game is supposed to be.
Secondly, he needed a drink.
He needed to get himself a drink. He was not going to deal with this sober.
"How rude father. I was just about to indulge myself in some beautiful, well aged red wine and you brought me here before I could even taste it. It's probably all ruined now." Lucifer sulked momentarily, his mind thinking about how the wine might have gone to waste.
The cup probably fell to the floor after he was teleported to earth.
"Oh well. I'm sure someone will clean that up." Lucifer, now suddenly losing the saddened feelings he held, shrugged.
He held a hand out and right then and there, a goblet made of gold appeared in his hand. With a satisfied smile on his face, he stared down as the cup filled itself with the same wine he was stripped from mere moments.
He took a nice, long sip from the cup, relishing the taste of the red fluid flowing down his throat.
He, with a satisfied chuckle, Lucifer took his first proper step.
That lazy grin of his stayed on his face as he threaded forward.
He was taking part in another one of his father's chess games.
And so, he'll just do what he always does— flip the whole board over.