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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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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.

Not everyone ... coughs buckets ... of blood.

[Sylar straightens a little as the pain continues to lessen, even as his breathing is still hard. The tightness in his chest, the weakness of his limbs. It's all unfamiliar and uncomfortable, things he would have preferred to avoid. Yet some part of him feels as though he may have just passed an unofficial test.]

It's not that ... simple. I don't have to ... kill them. All of them. ... ... And I can't get every ability.

Well, as lesson for the future, I would strongly advise against attempting to kill me unless you're interested in giving me some entertainment.

That being said, that's very interesting. I imagine you'd only be able to do abilities that you were physically capable of doing. Not being made out of divine grace, angel powers are probably out of your league. Though I wonder if you learned it from a vessel if you could hear an angel's voice. You've really opened up a fairly substantial can of worms.

[Sylar lifts his free hand to shoot a basic blast of electricity at Lucifer, the blue glow shooting forward to roughly where his stomach would be. It's enough to cause some minor burns, but nothing substantial. The killer simply wants to see how the other man will respond, how the wounds will work.

He drops both hands as he straightens to his full height, his breathing still slightly strained but not more than someone after a good workout.]

I'll willing to try, if you want to teach me. It could be fun.

[He says that sincerely, the smirk on his lips reemerging.]

[Lucifer takes a surprised step back, but he doesn't seem to be harmed by it. While there's the smell of singed flesh, he doesn't act like he's bothered.]

There's nothing to learn. It'd be like trying to teach a clam to see. You don't even have the beginnings of facilities to do what I do.

So, does that mean you believe me, or so I actually have to do more for you?

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[Sylar notices the reaction and smirks again with the delight at it all. At the rest, however, his smile dissipates and he's left looking less than thrilled.]

You'd be surprised at what I can do. [Probably true, even if someone like Lucifer is way out of his league.]

I want to see you fly.

Maybe for a few seconds.

[He chuckles at that. Then, after a few moments, there's the sounds of wings and displaced air and Lucifer is behind Sylar. Then again, about 40 feet to his left. Then back to being in front of him.]

Satisfied?

That's not flying.

[He replies with a disappointed frown, as is just being cheated at some carnival booth. Teleportation, even with unfortunate air displacement, is not the same as flight. It's not something he could begin to copy, like with Nathan or West.]

Sure it is. I'm just flying too fast for you to see me. The human eye can only track so fast, after all.

[He shrugs.]

Who else can travel that fast?

[Because maybe Hiro wasn't teleporting either; maybe Sylar could finally find a way to stop the obnoxious little troublemaker.]

To the best of my knowledge? Other angels. Humans casting spells. There are a variety of ways to move that fast - I'm sure some creatures do actually teleport, but it's just not for me and my kind.

[He shrugs; it isn't something he's ever really considered all that much.]

[Sylar gave a lift of his head as something resembling a nod, then glanced off in some random direction to think. Hiro wasn't magical and he was no angel or demon, but there had to be an explanation.]

What's the difference? Between teleporting, flying like you do.

Well, see, this body isn't actually me. This is just a convenient way for me to talk to apes like you. It's inconvenient and small, in my opinion.

[He studies his palms, then the backs of his hands, with disgust.]

I'm much closer to a wavelength than I am carbon-based creature. I don't have any feet. Or body, more or less. So flying is just.... how I move. And teleporting involves just disappearing from one place and appearing in another. I actually have to cover that distance, it's just easier for me. It's just unfortunate I have to drag this meatsuit with me.

You can't teleport at all?

[He lifts an eyebrow, curious as to the inner workings of a fallen angel. This man could be an interesting - and fun - ally, after all.]

[He rolls his eyes and sighs.]

I was hoping that when humans evolved, the ones that could hear and remember what I just said about ten seconds ago would be the ones with the genetic mutations. That's a small scale of time even for your monkey brain, isn't it?

Flight, wavelengths. They don't prohibit the chance that you could do both. I can do many things and I know others who can both teleport and fly. Forgive me if I thought an angel could do more.

[It's not mocking, but it's definitely bordering on disrespectful. Sylar just doesn't know how to respect those more powerful for longer than a few minutes at a time.]

[Lucifer shrugs.]

I don't expect you to understand. You literally don't possess the processing power in that pile of neurons in your skull to do so. It would be like using an abacus to explain the expansion of the universe. Just like all things in the universe besides God, there are some things angels can do and some things they can't.

Maybe you're just making it too complicated.

[He teases, lighthearted and amused with the other man. Sylar may or may not be able to keep up with things like that, but at least he has the comfort of knowing that it's all of humanity if he can't and not just himself.]

Maybe. But I wouldn't spend too much time worrying about it, if I were you. You could hurt yourself.

[He shrugs at Sylar.]

Satisfied?

[Sylar gives a sarcastic laugh at that, not bothered by it but still less than thrilled that the other man said it. To the latter, he smiles.]

For now.

That's good. If you ever want to sell your soul, you know who to call! Just call out for me and I'm there.

[He offers a tiny wave and then, with the sound of wings, he's gone.]

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

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disclaimer: i have no idea how flying works in spn lol

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spn is kind of W/E!!!! with stuff sometimes.

Heroes too. I understand. xD

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