aheavenof's Journal

A message for Elise Florescu.
Lucifer does not give these messages often. After all, the Prince of Hell does not allow himself to descend among the ranks of the mortals, unless there is business to attend to; and if one of his own needs to be spoken with, it is a matter of moments to have them brought before his throne. But the vampires are a unique sort. They are not quite his to begin with, though far from his Father's. Their souls are nothing anymore, and when they are inevitably killed by those tiresome hunters, it is Lucifer who will welcome their decrepit, blackened spirits home. It's this that gives him his power over them. With humans, it's their weakness; but the vampires have already given into it, lost their lives and been reborn in sin. Lucifer owns them now. He is simply waiting for them to be delivered.

Elise Florescu, contrary to the company she keeps, is no exception.

He wrenches her attention from whatever she might be doing. It was once a trying thing, forcibly directing someone else's thoughts, but Lucifer is an old hat at this now. He reaches out, his grip long and unyielding, and latches onto her focus, rips it away and towards him such that she can do nothing else but pay him mind. He has driven lesser mortals mad this way. A vampire ought to be able to withstand it. Once he has it, he pins it down, the weight nigh unbearable, his presence in her mind audible, palpable, dense and thick and acrid with sulfur smoke and burning flesh. His voice is never quite the same twice, and now it delves into the lower registers, low enough that the sound of it is almost enough to prick blood from her ears. It hurts, and he does not relent.

Elise Florescu. You may consider yourself blessed due to your vampiric bloodline, but I assure you, you are not. When your heart is carved out, it is I who will have you. I suggest you consider where your allegiances lie. John Constantine may entertain your baser human urges, of this I am certain--but he will not save you from me.

And I am very curious about him.