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[The City is full of dreams today and as it turns out, even the devil's lost soul has dreams. Nightmares, to be precise.

Standing in the middle of a road close to the fountain, Kira is looking unlike himself today, though some might say that it's much more like his true self. With four magnificent black wings sprouting from between his shoulders and a wicked smile on his face, he seems confident in his ability to brave this nightmare.

What he's fighting does - as so often in dreams - not seem to make much sense. Wires, but moving, bloody, deadly. They've already hurt him, but the wounds have healed, just the traces of his own blood still clings to his skin. So far, he's not received lasting damage, but the wires aren't stopping. And - again, as often seems to be the case in dreams - somehow it's just known that these wires want to kill.

There is something to note to those who know Kira better than most: Despite the wings, he still has the bloodmark on his chest, he still fights with Shiranui, the holy sword. He still has a human body. Dreams don't always make sense, after all.]

I'm not dying yet.

[Such confidence, despite the wires just regrowing whenever he manages to land a hit, despite being out of breath already.]

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Indeed~. You could say it's my calling.

And my kin... my kin are legion~. Far too many to name~.

Not exactly asking for a name by name introduction here.

[He is rather busy right now, after all. But he does get the reference.]

What if I ordered you to come?

You would need to have some sort of dominion over me to direct me to do anything.

[Not having any reference to just who he's addressing as of yet.]

I've already signed on to serve another, and you are not him.

If you are part of legion, then you should see and follow.

[This might not be his normal reasoning for this situation. It's far from it. But dreams will be dreams and today is a strange day. Things are mixing and Kira wears Lucifer's wings on his back.]

...

[For the first time, Solomon truly looks closely at the scene at the monitor, or more importantly, the figure addressing him.]

[... and nearly drops his network device in the process.]

Y-you're...

I hadn't realized, my Lord!

I am your lowly servant... use me as you wish.

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Then come here now.

[He'd say this more formally, but he is starting to be just a bit short of breath. He can definitely use some help.]

[Of course Solomon immediately obeys. To do any differently would be unthinkable. And with how little Merlin was making use of him, he doubted that his master would even notice his absence.

Moving at full preternatural speed, it takes him but a minute to locate his Lord, the Father of Lies. And once he has, he gives a brief bow of greeting. There'd be time to kneel later, when his Prince wasn't preoccupied.]

Direct my hand, and your will shall be done.

[Solomon preferred more sinful delights to the art of war, but he had several weapons at his disposal and could prove quite deadly in other more violent ways.]

Edited 2012-05-14 22:41 (UTC)

You can fight? Destroy them.

[He gestures at the wires, moving, living, reaching for him by ways of slashing through them. At least it should be clear what he wants him to do.]

[A blur of movement and Solomon is blocking the way of the wires. His Lord said to fight, so that is what he does.

His fingers flex, shifting and losing their color as his hand stretches out to reform as a long wide blade.

Another flex and his arm shoots out, striking at the offending wires faster than the human eye could follow. They sever, blood pouring from the holes left behind.

And still he moves, lashing out to the left and right, not allowing any to draw one more drop of blood from Lucifer.]

[Kira watches the show, rather satisfied with it on the whole. Not what he'd normally do, reveal himself like that, but apparently he didn't always make sense in dreams, and if it saved him from death by wires, that'd be just as well.

The wounds he's already suffered heal fast. And it seems like the wires are starting to stop regrowing. Having servants did have upsides.]

And still, Solomon fights, lashing out at whatever wire enters his range. Those are the more immediate threat. Then he turns on those that flail at the perimeter of his vision.

All will fall before the glory of his dark Lord. So it has been, and so it shall be.

When at last the fighting is complete, he glances around at the blood soaked earth, taking no pleasure in it other than that Lucifer's will was done.

He turns at last and drops to his knee with bowed head, waiting to be addressed.

All in all, this had turned out rather well. It was still not quite like Kira to reveal himself like this. But a dream was a dream and things could get confusing. His wings were there, still, even if his power wasn't. He was more Lucifer than usual, so perhaps it was no wonder he didn't shy away from acting like this.

"You may rise. Who are you, demon, and what?"

It was no surprise that Lucifer didn't know who he was... Solomon wasn't a member of the upper hierarchy of Hell. Nor was he an entity powerful enough to be a useful tool for his Lord. He was merely a faceless number, not important enough to acknowledge under normal circumstances.

The fact that he was here, prostrating himself in front of the Ruler of demons was an anomaly. But who was he to question the will of those higher than him? Especially this particular ruler... it almost left him speechless in awe.

Buying a moment to gather his thoughts, he rose as bid.

"Although my names have been many, I am currently called Solomon. But my true name is Etael, my Lord, a mere incubus under your command."

There wasn't exactly a huge gathering of demons in the City, so it wasn't as if Kira was spoiled for choice. Especially given that he didn't have powers and that he didn't even want to be recognized as who he was, for so many reasons. Which was why he had to talk to Solomon.

"Etael. I shall call you Solomon. Like you I have had many names, but right now I am called Kira. This body is merely mortal, the wings are due to a curse of the City."

He kept his eyes on the blond. "But I am who I say I am. Do you serve me, Etael, who is now called Solomon?"

A strange question. All demons served the Great Adversary, at least openly. To do otherwise was to risk one's own existence.

Even stranger was the revelation that Lucifer now wore a human form. Admitting such a weakness would normally be a grave error, but this is the Prince of Darkness talking. And it would take a fool to think he was made vulnerable even by this handicap.

"My fealty has always been to you, Lord Kira." Solomon replies smoothly, body dipping into a small bow of respect.

Things weren't always that clear cut where Kira came from, where he hadn't even yet realized who he was until recently, where demons had tried governing themselves for years, abandoned by their Lord.

"Kira is enough," he nodded, looking at what was left of the wires. Had to be enough, he supposed. "I already have enemies in the City. I don't intend to make more by revealing what I am. I'd be very displeased if you were to reveal me to anyone, even if it were in ways meant to show respect."

This wasn't a demon, Kira felt that. But Solomon seemed sincere. Perhaps a sort of curse himself. Either way, if it passed, Kira could easily tell him that he had been under a curse himself. Not much risk there and perhaps some gain. The man seemed capable enough.

Well, this would take great effort on Solomon's part. It was enough to be standing before Lucifer, but to not give the proper respect to him just seemed... lethal.

Solomon held no special status. He didn't even rank up to the level of a lesser devil. But a command was a command. If there was to be any punishment, just or otherwise, then it was what it was. One couldn't hope to fathom the will of the Lord of Hell. The only expectation from his kind was compliance.

"I understand and obey, my Lord. Your secret will be kept where there is anyone that might bear witness." Hopefully, this is the right answer.

Edited 2012-05-30 05:39 (UTC)

It was one thing to be Lucifer with those who judged him as if he was and who knew him as such. Michael, Raphael, Rosiel, Katan, even Belial. With some stranger, who only imagined himself to be a demon - and wasn't that strange - the act slipped a lot easier.

He decided to focus more on what exactly was going on with this Solomon, rather than waste too much effort into playing Lucifer.

"You said you had a Master. Who is it?"

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