If his Father and brothers couldn't get him to not act like a child, Istredd is going to have no choice.
Really, if Istredd should ever have the unfortunate luck of meeting his Father one day, he would see the uncanny similarities between the two. Like Eternal Creator, like Satanic Son.
But then Istredd asks the question that Lucifer did in fact walk himself into and he, still in that childish sort of behavior, thumps his back down onto his bed and stares up at the ceiling with a bit of a groan. In the way that Lucifer's attitude is a constant pendulum though, the behavior is dropped in an instant, like it was physically sucked out of the room. Lucifer is holding one arm up perfectly straight, tracing a symbol in the air that Istredd wouldn't recognize and is simply another nonsense sigil connected to Lucifer.
"Honestly, you were simply a placeholder," he starts, his voice devoid of much of anything. "The simplest of uses. Far less 'diabolical' than Wilhelm." He continues drawing air symbols until Istredd might recognize Abraxas' Devil arcana, and maybe might make the connection to the rest. "I had to move rooms constantly in order to avoid something absurd like having a roommate. It was exhaustive. You held up decent, worthwhile conversation, and I doubted you'd stab me in my sleep. Win-win."
He drops his hand and drags himself back up to a sitting position, slow, like the walking dead him and Kyle had fought off. Unnatural. There's a soft, almost firelight glow to his eyes and he tilts his head and looks to Istredd, and despite the two enchanted logs providing them heat, for a moment there is nothing but cold. Ice particulars creeping up the window. He leans in, voice a brittle whisper, "What if I told you I was using you to get to Yennefer?"
Lucifer, always trying to find a way to shatter a good thing. Some useless, archaic piece of him innately telling him that the devil isn't deserving of nice things.
why are you like this lucifer
Really, if Istredd should ever have the unfortunate luck of meeting his Father one day, he would see the uncanny similarities between the two. Like Eternal Creator, like Satanic Son.
But then Istredd asks the question that Lucifer did in fact walk himself into and he, still in that childish sort of behavior, thumps his back down onto his bed and stares up at the ceiling with a bit of a groan. In the way that Lucifer's attitude is a constant pendulum though, the behavior is dropped in an instant, like it was physically sucked out of the room. Lucifer is holding one arm up perfectly straight, tracing a symbol in the air that Istredd wouldn't recognize and is simply another nonsense sigil connected to Lucifer.
"Honestly, you were simply a placeholder," he starts, his voice devoid of much of anything. "The simplest of uses. Far less 'diabolical' than Wilhelm." He continues drawing air symbols until Istredd might recognize Abraxas' Devil arcana, and maybe might make the connection to the rest. "I had to move rooms constantly in order to avoid something absurd like having a roommate. It was exhaustive. You held up decent, worthwhile conversation, and I doubted you'd stab me in my sleep. Win-win."
He drops his hand and drags himself back up to a sitting position, slow, like the walking dead him and Kyle had fought off. Unnatural. There's a soft, almost firelight glow to his eyes and he tilts his head and looks to Istredd, and despite the two enchanted logs providing them heat, for a moment there is nothing but cold. Ice particulars creeping up the window. He leans in, voice a brittle whisper, "What if I told you I was using you to get to Yennefer?"
Lucifer, always trying to find a way to shatter a good thing. Some useless, archaic piece of him innately telling him that the devil isn't deserving of nice things.