Lucifer looked up at the falling snow and took her gloves and scarf off, letting the snow momentarily darken her skin as it melted. It was cold, but that didn´t bother her, on the contrary, she liked it. It felt like the kisses, even the tears of our long lost ones, both the dead, and the damned. She smirked as she watched the snow collecting on Gabriel (now in male form)´s shoulders.
-You know...
Gabriel raised his head and looked at her, an expression of uninterest and boredom on his face. Lucifer payed no attention to this fact and continued.
-...it feels so wonderful, blood on snow, red against white, such a wonderful mix, don´t you think? I´d love there to be snow when the Armageddon arrives.
Upon realizing it wasn´t important, Gabriel had returned to reading his book, completely ignoring her. Knowing her, he felt it would be more like red against red, but he kept that to himself and read quietly."Better to be king of your silences then slave of your words." (W. Shakespeare) He said inside his head, besides, Lucifer was in a good mood, he didn´t want to spoil it for his princess of the underworld.
Lucifer again payed no attention to him in return. She tore her sleeves off, feeling the snow fall gently on her skin and the icy wind lick her bare arms. Something so seemingly innocent as snow was, falling softly, insinuating nothing but good intentions, and yet as soon as it could it bit into your flesh, bruising you with unseen hands and covering your body, slowly killing you. It showed how the most unlikely of things could be more dangerous then you´re prepared for.
Remembering this, made her remember Chanlon. She didn´t know why, but, thinking of Chanlon in this new concept scared her, like the snow´s unpredictability was also Chanlon´s. Infuriated with herself and her own thoughts, she threw the torn remains of her sleeves to the ground, treading on them hard. Chanlon was not a stranger to her, she never had been, and never will be. She knew her like she knew the palm of her own hand. Besides, she always lost against Lucifer, always, and that wasn´t about to change.
She turned to Gabriel, who had been reading her mind, now pretending to attempt to hide it, making it so obvious she felt even angrier. Biting her lip and restraining herself from destroying that world with her bare hands, she opened a portal.
-Come on! We´ve loitered enough, she isn´t here, neither is he, staying is pointless. What are you waiting for? Move...
They both entered the portal, Lucifer slowly closing it behind them. When there was only a small opening left, she changed her mind. Raising her hand, she let a purple light flow from her palm before closing the portal. That world was gone now, it made her feel better.
Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. (Francis Bacon)
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