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(Davis?)

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Lucif appears in a shroud of darkness. He steps out of it and looks around for her

(Sure.)
Destiny is already poised on the chaise lounge in his room. She props her head up with her milky white hand. The ripples of her hair glow gold as they pile onto the chaise lounge in golden waves. Her silver eyes take on a bit of a golden glow in the face of the sunset filtering through his dark blinds. "How lovely of you to join me, Lucif." Her naturally red lips curl slowly into a smile as if choosing to do so after careful consideration and it actually was so. She admires the black polish on her nails before bringing those eyes back to his face. It was hard to know exactly what colors her appearance really is with all the colors changing with dvery blink of an eye.

Captivated Lucif stares. losing his collectiveness he gawks. Then straightens and bending the shadows and darkness it surrounds his subtly slowly changing his trench coat to a completely black suit. the shadows move and alter the clothing so it looks like he is surrounded in lights. "My honor." Lucif says with a sly grin. He liked this girl

Destiny continous to lounge leasurily as Lucif changes his appearance. She likes how he thinks and cares about his appearance. Apperance is everything. She watches with rapt fascination as he uses his dark magic right in front of her as if he didn't care whether she saw or not. Those dark shadows rippling across his skin radiating a false light meant to be calming, but it only puts my divinity on edge as this bewitchment of power. Lucif's power is beyond anything my Father imagined. He could manipulate shadows and I couldn't even manipulate light. My Father told me it wasn't my purpose. Wasn't my birth right! A wickedness took root in my heart and I learned to sprout wings like other angels, only mine gleamed of gold and light. They are not the feather creation of birds, but of golden light. My Father punished me by allowing the Fates to bend my destiny to Lucif. My Father warned me that he would lead me farther astray from him and seeing Lucif now, I know his words rang true. "Is it really? I see it more as a right."

Lucif starts to get edgy. "So who exactly are you?" His father told him that his destiny was to rule Hell. The next in succession and order. That was his birth right. Lucif thinks about how he is supposed to grow and kill and have evil cascade on the earth.... Starting with Kendel. Maybe this girl knows about Kendel..

"I know all about Kendel." Ignoring his previous question, she answers his inner one. Her birthright. To know Lucif like none other. It pained her this gift. This curse. The devil's son to raise to Heaven's father and God's daughter to fall to Hell. What a fitting fate they have and never know it. Destiny sits up on the couch and pats the seat next to her. "Come Lucif. Let's hear all about Kendel's fate." Her hands glisten with golden light as an orb forms in her hands casting its soft light on his face softening his rough features but Destiny did not look at him least she fall right now into the devil's hands.

Lucif steps back and his sword appears in his hand. "You will tell me who and where he is." His mission impressed on by his father he put above all else. The shadows curled around him as he emitted darkness. The plants in the windows drooped and lost their life as it sucked towards him. The tempeture dropped ten degrees. His sword wavered as he looked at the tempting offer... Sitting next to her.... NO! he can't. fear of what his dad would do growing in him.

Destiny's lucious lips turn into a frown. "Who is he? I don't understand." She decides to act clueless in order to put his manhood at ease. Some males do not like it when a woman knows too much or more than they ought. She lets the golden orb fade to nothing in her hands disappointed in Lucif. She thought he would be more of a tempting evil but seeing his in person acts with such restraint quite at odds with his father who would have made her tempted like Eve. "I always thought you would be more different than you appear. I am disappointex." She decides to state the obvious. It was better to be sassy than bimboey any day of the week.

"Im obligated to do this...." Lucif says... hurt by her words. His heart which he keeps boarded up bleeds. "Im.... suddenly his sword and shadows disappear. He sits down next to her "Im so confused..." Lucif stares at the floor with a frown on his head. "Im evil... At least im supposed to be.... My dad... Never mind." He says shutting his emotions out. "How do you know so much about me?"

Destiny's curl back into their continuous smile as she nudges her shoulder into his chest, "I have my ways." She did not want to reveal to him, who she was. If she did, he might not want to have anything to do with her and that thought hurt worse than falling from grace. She says a quick prayer to her father to guide her heart through this trebulent time and lays her hand ontop of Lucif's in friendship, "I'm here for you, whenever you need someone to talk to. I'm good at easing fears and erasing pain."

Lucif looks down into her eyes.... He leans in to kiss her but stops himself. He can't get attached to someone of such a Holy status.... His face maybe an inch from hers "Im the devils son....."

"I know. And what am I, Lucif?" She peers into his black bottomless eyes not moving away from him, waiting for him to make the connection or choose to ignore it. It was his choice afterall. They both have some ounce of free-will, him more than her. Her actions are tied rootly to the Fates and her own destiny. Her name, symbolic, never seemed so important at any moment but now. Here. With Lucif. She is away of the calm beat of her heart. It never gave her emotions away and for that, she was glad.

"Your an...... an angel!" Lucif stares in shock. Every ounce of him taught to murder her kind and flee from them if he wasn't strong enough to fight. His dad from the time he was born every year would present him with a virgin angel for him to kill. And every year he did. Deep down in his boarded up heart he hated it.... Yet all of this disappeared that instant as he leaned in and kissed her.

Destiny pushes his lips off of her with the palm of her hand with surprising strength, "No, but close." Destiny, then, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him back with innocent affection. Her father may not approve, but she couldn't help it. She had to return Lucif's advances. Surely he would understand. Just at that moment, dry lightening cracks across the sky and the storm clouds gathered in the night. Destiny breaks the connection again staring at the window, where she would have seen the brewing storm, if it wasn't for the thick blinds.

".....Sorry Im not really a fan of the light...." He Falls to his knees his eyes completely black. Then in a voice so deeper and more vast it brought an evil presence into the room Lucif spoke in a voice not his own. "Destiny, Destiny Destiny, Tsk tsk tsk, My son may be fooled by your innocent little lies but even the fates can fall. You will not be with my son. my son murders your kind. Ask him how many he has killed. Then tell me you still feel ""Connected"" To him." A dark laugh follows this as Lucif returns to normal.

Destiny shivers, but not with cold....Well, in a sense yes, but a different kind of cold. The devil. She squeezes her eyes shut against his voice still pounding in the recess of her mind. She wasn't lieing to Lucif. No, she wasn't. Omitting the truth isn't the same and why is his father so against?.....The answer its her square in the heart. He didn't want his son to becomes good, but for him to become good, she would have to become bad and that was never going to happen. She opens her eyes. They land on Lucif with sadness, "I can see where you get your charm from. Such a family resemblence."

That blow hits Lucif hard.... This girl was just too good. Everything about her called to him yet he was hesitant. Here is his sworn enemy.... Yet he liked her more than any of the other girls he had met here... or ever for that matter. Yet... If only she was like him. Evil. "Me and my father are not the same person.... We are so different. I wouldn't expect you to Know what that's like. Little miss perfect! You never had to deal with a Father who hit you. Forced you to kill so that your heart would be poisoned and cold. He made me do so much against my will!" This last part told too much about him. He hated his father with a deep passion but couldn't admit it. He is confused and deeply hurt.

Destiny's eyes water only slightly before she masked the hurt from Lucif's prying eyes. Yeah, okay, so she didn't have an abusive father. No, she didn't. But she knows what its like to always disappoint her father. He pushed her so hard to be perfect and she was anything but. I mean, she kissed him for Holy God on High! His insults felt like a cool slap to her cheek and it steeled her heart against her growing passion for him. She will still love him yes, but only in the way hat a shepardess loves her flock. Nothing more, "You always had a choice and in the past you have chose wrong. But you still live. You don't have to listen to him, Lucif. He uses you to threaten people, but no matter how many times he talks to me through you. He will never threaten me away from you."

Lucif turns his back to her... "I think you should leave.... You don't understand me." ((Don't actually leave)) Lucif feels himself crumbling. Feels himself feeling. He hates it and is confused. His shoulders slump. The life goes back into the flowers on his window sill.

Destiny stands up smoothing her short dress down her thighs, "If that's what you want." She tip-toes pass him and wanders over to the blinds peeking through them at thedisappating storm cloudsand smiles to herself. Her father must be proud of her thoughts to throw the storm away. She glances over her shoulder at Lucif, "I may not understand you, the way you want me to, but I'm the closest to perfect as your ever going to find besides an angel and we all know how you and angels do not mix."

Lucif turns around and is crying. Not a lot but enough to invoke sympathy. "Don't leave.... Please... I don't know why but... i need you."

Destiny's eyes widen at the display of raw human emotions. She peers at him curiously and walks back over to him. She kneels on the floor at his feet and impulsively reaches out and takes his face into her two hands peering at him in wonder, "How do you do that?" Suddenly, puzzlement crosses over her features very fast, "Why are you doing it?"

(Davis?)

"Its an emotion....Sadness....This is.... What is happening??"

Destiny stays mute as she has no clue to what he is refering to. She easily gets bored and he was starting to do that. Getting her bored, I mean. Destiny stands up from her kneeling position and glances about the room. Seeing a picture of him with an older woman, she picks it up and brings it over to him, "Is that your mom?"

"My what?" Lucif stares blankly, this girl had the shortest attention-span he had ever seen. He started thinking over of this term.... Mother? What did she mean. Whats a Mother?

Destiny scrunches her eyebrows together, "Your mother, you know the woman who concieved and later gave birth to you. Your biological mother. Is this you adopted mother then?" Her silvereyes hold a profound sadness. She never had a mother, a caring woman to hold her close ad whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Mary wasn't a mother, well...she isn't her mother. She's her Father's mother. It isn't the same thing. She was made from the Arch Angel Michael and from Jesus her father to create a new divinity on earth. A girl half angel and half divine and since angel's are divine. She's really more than two-thirds divine and less than a third human. She wasn't much of a human at all.....that's what sadens her most. That she never experiened true humanity at its best..and at its worst. Just the worst and best of angels, but really, how can that compare. "Did your father never let you near her? Did he just take you away from her? There is no possible way that she would have abandoned you. She loved you too much to give you up."

"A mother?...." Lucif thinks back to his child hood. He was abandoned. His dad never loved him or helped him grow. he was on his own. No women conceived him. He was a being borne from the deepst depths of the Devils heart. He was borne of evil and hatred. no women took care of him. he was alone all his life..... Suddenly a black door appears behind lucif. "Come with me... we can be happy you and me... there." He points to the sinister door and reaches out for her hand.

Destiny feels his fingers wrap around her hand like a vise, "Where does that lead, Lucif?" She stands her ground not moving forward and their strengths were equally matched, so he would have a hard time draging her through the portal. He really reminded her of John from that human Meg Cabot book Abandon that she was forced to read by one of her roommates. She was kind of glad that she did, because she wasn't getting any messages from her Heavenly ather NOT to go, but she didn'treally ting she SHOULD be going.

".....A place in hell where we can be by ourselves for forever...." His grip relaxes and she can see the sincerity in his eyes and voice.

"Why does it have to be Hell Lucif? I thought you don't like your father. As long as we are on earth, he should have a hard time connecting with you, but if we go to Hell and into his reigning kingdom, he would know where we are instantly and he would not hesitate to destroy me." Destiny leaves out the bit that his father would have a hard time destroying her since she is mostly divine, but decides to leave that little piece of information out of the equation. There is no doubt in her mind however, that his father knows what and who she truely is and she didn't want Lucif yo know so soon.

Lucif looks up and smiles..... The door closes.... she sees something cross his face. An emotion hidden from himself. He smiles and looks almost...... good. "Then lets find a place here."

Afraid of her growing feelings for Lucif and the fear he illicts, Destiny feigns being late for class. "Lets Lucif.....but later. Class will be starting soon. I'll see you later then." She turns for the door and givez him a slight smile before departing.
(She's headed to the library.)

(Should He follow?) Lucif looks on in shock as she slips away. This beautiful girl falling through his finger tips... He feels the darkness encircleing his heart... he almost gives in... "Kendel... your a dead man." He growls

(Yes. Now she's in search of Kendel.)