It's through the static of Lucifer's basic protections that Istredd hears: "It's not so simple as that."
Because this is more of a show versus tell scenario and for Lucifer to do that he has to pull Istredd in; those memories are far too fortified for anything else.
It'll prove just how tough Istredd's mind is.
Considering the last person to root around in his head was Apocalypse Michael, this is way better at least on Lucifer's side.
Istredd though... The problem is there's too much there, even with Lucifer allowing this to happen. Drawing down his own mental defenses further than he would like, but the information Istredd needs is so ungodly layered that they have to crack through the membrane of his mind.
This is not something Lucifer would ever do under normal circumstances.
But Istredd's right, and those words? Cannot be spoken aloud, cannot be written down, and the Horizon is still too risky.
His usual obfuscating white noise rises up like thousands of insect wings buzzing before that layer draws away to impossibly molten heat, the white-hot fires of Hell crumpling to the ever-expanding, ever-twisting unholy nebula. Neurons firing off, sparking radiance, so much contained power and yet everything is just a little dim, like some of the lights had burned out.
He's so far from what he should be in power.
From there, after getting deep into the alien mind, the rest is easy. A memory swept out of a cosmos and brought forth in offering. Murky at first except for Thorne's gardens, the other figure blurred, but rapidly coming into focus as his irate mood grows with a fire Lucifer feels a kinship towards.
And then the memory becomes crystal clear. It plays through the scene, death threat and all, and breaks away after Kell says 'He lit it on fire, that's what happened to it' and then it too burns away from hellfire, quickly replaced with a clipped second one.
Istredd will be able to recognize Wanda easily standing before Lucifer. There's no more than a hum of exhausted thoughts directed towards her. But the man sitting in the background that Istredd would not recognize... he has dozens of unrealized, incomplete thoughts circling him.
'He did something. A mistake, but it's Thorne. Age doesn't matter to them. A Summoned is a Summoned. They'll destroy him.'
And that memory falls away, not on fire like the first, but simply fading, accompanied by the slow roll of distant thunder.
It's very clear that Lucifer has no belief that being seventeen and making a mistake will offer Wilhelm any protection, and that's emphasized by the last, also brief, memory.
This is a strange one, as it's Lucifer talking to Istredd himself, the simple sentence that's been fished out encapsulating all of Lucifer's... concerns: 'Thorne was looking for any excuse real or fabricated.'
They don't need much to hang a Summoned out.
All they need is a scapegoat, and a narrative to spin. Lucifer's favorite kind of story.
That memory remains as simply an echo between them as Lucifer pulls back into himself, the layers all packing in nicely. If Istredd doesn't take this unusual opportunity to "weigh in" Lucifer will pull around the final layer, that faint droning nothingness, and take to rubbing at his temple, quiet.
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Date: 2022-12-04 06:04 pm (UTC)Because this is more of a show versus tell scenario and for Lucifer to do that he has to pull Istredd in; those memories are far too fortified for anything else.
It'll prove just how tough Istredd's mind is.
Considering the last person to root around in his head was Apocalypse Michael, this is way better at least on Lucifer's side.
Istredd though... The problem is there's too much there, even with Lucifer allowing this to happen. Drawing down his own mental defenses further than he would like, but the information Istredd needs is so ungodly layered that they have to crack through the membrane of his mind.
This is not something Lucifer would ever do under normal circumstances.
But Istredd's right, and those words? Cannot be spoken aloud, cannot be written down, and the Horizon is still too risky.
His usual obfuscating white noise rises up like thousands of insect wings buzzing before that layer draws away to impossibly molten heat, the white-hot fires of Hell crumpling to the ever-expanding, ever-twisting unholy nebula. Neurons firing off, sparking radiance, so much contained power and yet everything is just a little dim, like some of the lights had burned out.
He's so far from what he should be in power.
From there, after getting deep into the alien mind, the rest is easy. A memory swept out of a cosmos and brought forth in offering. Murky at first except for Thorne's gardens, the other figure blurred, but rapidly coming into focus as his irate mood grows with a fire Lucifer feels a kinship towards.
And then the memory becomes crystal clear. It plays through the scene, death threat and all, and breaks away after Kell says 'He lit it on fire, that's what happened to it' and then it too burns away from hellfire, quickly replaced with a clipped second one.
Istredd will be able to recognize Wanda easily standing before Lucifer. There's no more than a hum of exhausted thoughts directed towards her. But the man sitting in the background that Istredd would not recognize... he has dozens of unrealized, incomplete thoughts circling him.
'He did something. A mistake, but it's Thorne. Age doesn't matter to them. A Summoned is a Summoned. They'll destroy him.'
And that memory falls away, not on fire like the first, but simply fading, accompanied by the slow roll of distant thunder.
It's very clear that Lucifer has no belief that being seventeen and making a mistake will offer Wilhelm any protection, and that's emphasized by the last, also brief, memory.
This is a strange one, as it's Lucifer talking to Istredd himself, the simple sentence that's been fished out encapsulating all of Lucifer's... concerns: 'Thorne was looking for any excuse real or fabricated.'
They don't need much to hang a Summoned out.
All they need is a scapegoat, and a narrative to spin. Lucifer's favorite kind of story.
That memory remains as simply an echo between them as Lucifer pulls back into himself, the layers all packing in nicely. If Istredd doesn't take this unusual opportunity to "weigh in" Lucifer will pull around the final layer, that faint droning nothingness, and take to rubbing at his temple, quiet.