exsilium | 01 | VOICE | that's the only one that was every truly mine

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01 | VOICE | that's the only one that was every truly mine

Before I arrived in this place, Danko told me that I had died for my freedom. Ironic. Now I'm here. Freedom again. Accepting servitude in one way for freedom in others. Follow the rules, behave. Do as they say.

Then you can do what you want. A gold star.

They're afraid of us. They don't understand. We have these abilities..

[A pause]

I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be the only one with these kinds of powers. Someone else out there must have something they can do. I can't be the only one with my curse.

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No, I don't think you understand. When I say "God made me," I don't mean, "it was because of God that I was born" or "God eventually started a trend that caused me to exist," I mean "God directly breathed life into me." He is literally my Father, not metaphorically. If you were to make a family tree, he would be directly above me.

I'm actually not religious at all, which is a little ironic, I think. Generally because almost all religious traditions that qualify someone as 'being religious' are pointless, inconvenient, and arbitrary.

[Intrigued in spite of himself.]

What made him a God?

Not a God. The God. There are plenty of small pantheons and pagan gods running around, making messes, demanding sacrifices, getting in peoples' way and killing each other. I'm referring to God. Heavenly Father, Almighty Creator, and so forth. I guess the answer is God made God. Because God can do anything, even make Himself.

For someone who's not religious, you sound like you have pretty strong beliefs about one true God.

Belief implies faith. I know He's there. I don't believe in Him.

Do you have a way to prove that he exists?

He made me. If He wasn't there, I wouldn't be. And I'm definitely here.

But you might just be insane.

Even if I was, I don't see how those two are exclusive.

No proof, no powers. A "God" for a father. One doesn't exclude the other, but it certainly decreases the chance that you're right.

That's presuming an awful lot about me, don't you think? You haven't even asked to see my powers, nor do you know what I am. Although, at the rate we're going, you're probably just going to think I'm crazy if you ever did ask. Denial is such a handy defense mechanism when humans find things they don't like.

You're right. I've been unfair.

What are you? What powers can you show me, aside from the flight that you refuse to?

I take back when I said you were smart for an ape. However, I'm concerned about showing you anything because I'll likely blow this cute thing to pieces.

Where are you? Right now. So you know I'm not cheating with the video.

Angel or demon?

I'll meet you outside of the library in ten minutes. If you're not too busy.

[Lucifer is there instantly - if Sylar isn't there yet, he's waiting, looking bored.]

The former.

[Sylar arrives in a little less than five minutes, a bit impressed to see him there already. The killer lifts an eyebrow as he approaches the all too normal looking man, figuring it's who he's looking for only by lack of other options.]

You never told me your name.

Lucifer. What about yours?

[He offers a hand to shake. His skin is warm to the touch, and there's no apparent pulse or heartbeat.]

Gabriel.

[He can't help that his lips twitch into a smirk. If the man really is Lucifer, the fallen angel, then he'll appreciate the irony of the killer's real name.

Sylar takes his hand and gives it a firm shake, intrigued.]

[ooc: So, Lucifer legit has no DNA or genetic code? Or would he have some DNA as this person, but that the code would not include his abilities? Generally anyone Sylar touches, he can then shapeshift to look like them for limited periods of time. Would that work for Lucifer's man body? If so, are you okay with that? Thanks!]>/small>

[Lucifer is possessing a body, so he doesn't, but the body does. He could definitely look like Lucifer, but he wouldn't possess any of his angelic quirks (his mojo, warmth, deadbody-like readouts, etc.)]

Hello, Gabriel. That's a nice name. So, what would you like to see first? Would you like me to retrieve your still-beating heart from your body? Perhaps some sort of stage four cancer, that usually gets the point across.

[Got it. And you're okay with that, yes? Just to clarify/confirm.]

Mm. It wouldn't kill me, but I'd prefer to avoid the pain. Unless you'd care to demonstrate on someone else?

[OOC: Yeah, it's totally cool. also, i sent you a plurk PM~]

[Lucifer quirks an eyebrow at that, tilting his head at Sylar.]

It won't? You seem pretty human to me, maybe slightly up or down the gene pool. Also, did you bring along a willing subject? That's very proactive of you.

They have to be willing?

[Sylar's still smirking a little. It's not everyday you get to banter with the devil, after all.]

I'm a little more than human.

[He shrugs, then snorts. His voice is dry.]

Right, a few rungs up the genetic ladder, I'm sure. Humans with special powers are still humans. As long as you're still interested in murdering people because you root for the other football team, it doesn't matter what color skin you have, if you can fly, or what level of math you can do.

No, not really. But I would have been impressed if you had just revealed some captive person.

[He tilts his head at Sylar, who will suddenly find his breathing passages and lungs greatly inflamed and riddled with cancerous tumors.]

So, is it just greatly unpleasant, or what?

I murder f--

[Sylar begins, but then the pain and struggle kicks in. Though the pain is severely dulled from what a normal person with the condition would feel, the killer is still very much aware of what the real pain would be and he still finds the current pain uncomfortable. His breathing comes harder and he instinctively clutches a hand to his chest, dropping down onto one knee with the suddenness of the affliction.

He looks up at Lucifer, not smirking but not desperate or hateful either. It's impressive and something he would like to learn, if he could. It's unlikely, but enough empathy and who knows. Slowly, he begins to feel the pain easing and his breathing returning. He's not fully healed, but it's still a noticeable effect as he slowly stands.

The killer keeps his hand on his chest, his breathing still ragged. But he talks through it anyway, between gasping breaths.]

I murder [...] for abilities [...] not [...] for sports. [...] [...] I'm better. [...] Not so [...] mundane.

[Lucifer just studies him as he falls, then struggles back to standing. He was going to slide the cancer from his lungs anyway, but the speed which the man recovers is interesting enough that he decides not to bother.]

Well, definitely not mundane, that's for sure. I don't usually see people avoid the 'coughing buckets of blood' stage of late lung cancer before they can stand up again. Must be some crazy white blood cells floating around in your bloodstream, Gabriel.

So you kill people, and then you can do what they do? This place must be like heaven to you.

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