[He blinks. Slow. A weird mix in his head thinks he's not in the mood to play student and boy is he undergoing the same lessons as Wilhelm? Cool, that's fun.
It's not that he doesn't get what Istredd's setting up for him. An outlet, one that won't wind him like even reality would.
In an ideal world Lucifer would in fact have created an entire room's worth of something to just shatter through. Unleash his anger. Because there's so much of it.
But rarely does Lucifer cooperate and some of that maw needing to snap is still there and they're in the Horizon and--
Lucifer holds up a hand, a deadened look to his expression. He can't do this at all outside of the Horizon. Barely usually would be able to in the Horizon. But the wisps of radiance come when called to his palm, a glowing molten bomb, and he twists his wrist in one fluid motion.
It sails in whizzing, meteor-strike fashion, mere millimeters by Istredd's head, burning at skin as it goes.
It does actually shatter into some kind of stalagmite crystalline structure behind Istredd. Oh. Look. Supposedly he was aiming for something.
Lucifer only tilts his head, a flicker to the destruction beyond Istredd, and then looking back.
Well. Istredd does make a good point. He could let loose, get out some of that anger he's holding onto.]
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Date: 2023-06-05 05:25 am (UTC)It's not that he doesn't get what Istredd's setting up for him. An outlet, one that won't wind him like even reality would.
In an ideal world Lucifer would in fact have created an entire room's worth of something to just shatter through. Unleash his anger. Because there's so much of it.
But rarely does Lucifer cooperate and some of that maw needing to snap is still there and they're in the Horizon and--
Lucifer holds up a hand, a deadened look to his expression. He can't do this at all outside of the Horizon. Barely usually would be able to in the Horizon. But the wisps of radiance come when called to his palm, a glowing molten bomb, and he twists his wrist in one fluid motion.
It sails in whizzing, meteor-strike fashion, mere millimeters by Istredd's head, burning at skin as it goes.
It does actually shatter into some kind of stalagmite crystalline structure behind Istredd. Oh. Look. Supposedly he was aiming for something.
Lucifer only tilts his head, a flicker to the destruction beyond Istredd, and then looking back.
Well. Istredd does make a good point. He could let loose, get out some of that anger he's holding onto.]