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lucifer's tears - lilith

{ first dream | accidental video }

[Lilith can be seen, feeling her way forward along the outer wall of a building, one step at a time – hesitantly, bare foot hovering above the ground for a moment before making contact. The right one first, her left foot repeating the process. The progress slow as a result, but there is a certain grace to it that can’t be denied.]

Is this... the land beyond death? Is this Heaven? There are so many strange scents here... sounds...

[She comes to a faltering halt. Her voice the backdrop of the network device’s recording of the City in part and herself in whole. When she finally continues speaking, her conclusion is soft. The harshness of its implications already too familiar to her. To be truly frightening.]

But the darkness, it has not withdrawn. Then, is this Hell? Because he said... Hell is eternal darkness.

[She remains standing in that one place – looking cold and vulnerable in her white, cotton nightgown. Seemingly wary to move. After a few more minutes, the recording times out and cuts off.]

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Full of both light... and darkness... was Paris. Is this city the same?

That's a pretty damn apt way to put it, yeah. I'm gonna ask you a question that sounds crazy to you, but, uh, what year was it last time you checked?

[At this, Lilith smiles and turns her head in the general direction of the network device, from which his voice is coming.]

It was the year of grace 1910.

Oh, well, closer to me than most people, then. It was 1921 for me.

Look, d'you... Want me to come find you 'n show you the way to the Welcome Center or somethin'?

I... have already been found. By... a creature who calls herself Nall, but she... is newly arrived like I. In a way... we are both lost.

I'm happy to help you -- the both of you -- out if you need it. I remember showin' up here, 'n bein' pretty damn confused. The Welcome Center's a good place. They can get you some food, somewhere to stay for awhile... 'n the woman that runs it is just about a saint, y'know? She's that helpful.

A saint... Will she welcome even a woman like me? Fallen into sin.

[Lilith is shaking slightly now, from the last remains of the pneumonia which killed her. Nodding after a few seconds, she says:]

Please come. To be welcomed... it would be like coming home... finally.

Look, I dunno what you've done in your life or what you think you've done, but she welcomed me just fine, 'n I'm about as fallen into sin as you can get. Believe me, she ain't gonna turn anyone away.

[He nods, even if she can't see it.]

You stay right where you are. I'll come find you.

Thank you. I do not wish to be a burden on your shoulders... I shall find a way to repay your kindness, although... I haven't much.

Don't worry about payin' me back. You got other stuff to worry about.

[There's silence for some time, as he walks her way and tries to find her, and then, finally, he spots her. The cold weather has his limp acting up worse than normal, so he moves slowly as he approaches her.]

Hey.

[Frankly, he's worried about startling her, but greeting her with a 'hey' is probably better than putting a hand on her shoulder or something, so it'll have to do.]

[She has heard him approaching, in due time to be able to turn towards him slightly, eyes moving past his face blindly. Fixed on nothing in particular. Managing a smile, she nods her head.]

Are you that person... I spoke to earlier?

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[He nods, though he knows by now that she can't see him.]

Yeah, that's me. I'm Jimmy, by the way.

My name... is Lilith.

[She reaches out to the side with one hand, trying to find a point of support - an arm, a shoulder, something other than the coldness of the wall on which to lean.]

[He catches her arm when she reaches out, giving her something solid to lean on -- his arm or his shoulder, if she wants.]

Nice to meet ya, Lilith. I know how disorientin' it can be to get dropped into a place like this without any idea of what the hell's goin' on.

The last I remember... is the darkness. The darkness and the light, while I drew my last breath...

[Her hand scrambles up his arm to find his shoulder, gripping it tightly as she steps closer, finding a proper sense of balance. Yes, she remembers dying. She should have been standing before God now, but perhaps it is His will - that she is here instead.]

It's possible that...

[How to phrase this delicately? He's never been good at it.]

Uh, well, I'm pretty sure you died. But instead of just, y'know, bein' dead, you ended up here. But in some ways you're still kinda... Well... Do you have a heartbeat? A pulse?

[She died, yes. She knows. That is why... she shouldn't have been here. She should have been at the gates of Paradise or on the threshold of Hell... Reaching up with her free hand, she presses her palm to her breast, feeling for a heartbeat and finding none. It's true what he is saying, then. This city... It has claimed her. Alive and dead at the same time.]

I have been cursed, with the remnants of a life.

I'm sorry. We call it City dead, I guess. It ain't quite dead, it ain't quite alive. But it's better'n bein' dead entirely, I think.

[He begins walking, gently guiding her in the direction of the Welcome Center, taking it slowly. There's a whole lot for her to absorb about being stuck here, and he doesn't want to scare her more than he has to.]

I know it doesn't feel right, but maybe it ain't a curse. Maybe it's another chance.

[While he guides her steps and while she counts their number, she contemplates his words. They are wise words, full of hope - a hope she had regained momentarily before dying, but which now has been taken from her. By her displacement here. Alone. Without Jean-Paul. Without Mother. Without anyone she knows... And without her eyesight, still. Still only a blind ballerina. A cheap whore.]

You are kind. To try infusing me with that kind of hope, Jimmy. In many ways, I have become such a hopeless person.

I understand that, kinda. Before I showed up here I was pretty damn hopeless myself. I wasn't dead, but I was about two hours from dyin'. But it's different here. There're some good things here.

Perhaps --

[Her words stumble as she does, a loose stone digging up into the bared underside of her foot, hurting her. Making a low noise of pain, she falters briefly - then, almost mindlessly, resumes the broken pace, his pace. Comfortably slow.]

-- if this place calls on many different people, it will take Jean-Paul here, too.

[He tries to catch her as she stumbles, not wanting her to be injured.]

Jean-Paul a friend of yours? Boyfriend maybe?

It is my brother. My twin brother. We used to... dance together.

[Trying to add as little pressure to his shoulder as possible, she turns her head away. Towards the sounds of the city around them, still strange and foreign to her. Her voice is thick, but soft. The memories happy, after all.]

Well, you never know. Maybe he will show up here. I've got a friend that showed up, 'n I never expected that.

[He keeps on walking, the route to the Welcome Center coming naturally to him, trying to keep up a somewhat optimistic air to make her feel less concerned.]

[She is holding on to his arm with almost desperate force now, keeping up with his pace with relative ease, her movements losing some of their clumsiness as she falls into step next to him.]

Something like that happening... It would truly... truly be a blessing from God.

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