the_rebel_son | In the Library (Nexus Open)

Lucifer had spent most of the evening in his private library reading and slowly drinking his way through several bottles of wine. No one was around, and then people started texting him. It was an interruption that he eventually relented to.

Laying on the chaise, book open on his chest he answered, but really would have preferred to go back to reading. Convenient as it was, some days he wanted to melt down the cellphone, PINpoint and everything else. Make people go back to in person, prayers, and handwritten letters.

Sighing he relented to more texts and less time reading.

Dorian, I lived as a human for a lifetime. It does not make me human, nor a mortal. You stopped being human the moment you became immortal. There is a difference between recognizing what you once were and clinging to it. I know this from personal experience. I was born an angel of heaven but I am no longer, nor will I ever be one again. The moment I was cast out that changed forever. Madness and self-defeat lay on the path that looks forever back on what you were.

[Lucifer was painfully aware of this, for himself, and quite a number of angels who tried to cling to heaven. Some had broken free, tried to return, and either died in the void or were killed by God. It wasn't a good path.]

I would start by accepting that one of the key things that makes a human what they are is mortality, death, and the feelings that come with knowing life is limited. With the mortality gone, by definition it leaves you outside of being human.

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[Lucifer is right. Some conversations can only be had properly in person, and in Dorian's case this is one of those. He needs to see the angel's face as they discuss this, and have the full weight of the other man's presence in front of him. If pressed, he wouldn't be able to say exactly why.

Although Dorian hasn't spent much time on this side of the villa, having dropped a book off here earlier means that it doesn't take him much time to make his way back.

When he reaches the door to Lucifer's collection of rooms that make up the whole of his suite, Dorian raises a hand and knocks. It's a polite knock, but an insistent one all the same.]

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