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PROLOGUE

The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

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[ bruh ]

If you have that much of a death wish, you could at least commit a little harder.

[ bruh!! also, death wish? the guy said he wasn't gonna kill anyone so why would he kill someone for smacking him ]

That would defeat the point.

Ah, I know! You're an angel, aren't you, helping us out in our time of need... But you shouldn't take so many risks by yourself, even if you're some kind of mysterious super strong warrior...?

[It's a good thing that in this timeline he has not had anime character explained to him yet, so Luci gets to be an angel with his zillion wings instead! He may keep his dignity and completely non-chuuni wits about him.

Anyway Jack is totally sincere with this. His eyes are even sparkling a little. Maybe it's the wings, maybe it's Maybelline--]

[ oh? since the six wings on his back are pretty obvious, he isn't completely surprised to hear someone referring to him as an angel. even if he isn't surprised though, he's startled to find himself comforted by the familiarity of it. so many skydwellers have had the exact same reaction.

he pauses as he reminisces, then nods to confirm, yes, "angel" is about right. then moves on. ]

I appreciate your concern, but there's no need to waste your worry on me. Moreover, I don't believe someone who brought us here would waste their efforts by killing their captives.

[ also, hamelin said they wouldn't die if they struck him. if nothing else, the risk was worth learning whether or not that was a lie. ]

[He seems particularly pleased to have his wild conjecture accepted or affirmed or whatever went on there -- tacit as it was, Jack is an easily pleased fellow. Still, there's a gentle shake of his head at the rest.]

But I must insist, there is no such thing as wasted worry here. We are all in this together, despite... the situation. [you know, the situation that kind of wants to turn them against each other, there's no sense in not acknowledging it -- but] And... it is not only death we have to worry about, I'm sure.

This is absolutely no ordinary realm, by any measure.

[ ... All in this together. Lucifer closes his eyes for a moment as he ponders that.

Being part of something like this is new to him. Actually, being part of anything with mortals is new to him. ] I understand, and I would like to rescind my statement.

Thank you for your concern. [ He's not all that used to people worrying for him either, honestly. ] I've yet to discern the nature of this realm, but I suspect it is a closed space.

[He waits patiently enough for Lucifer to have his meditations on the matter.

Maybe it's a feature of immortals (maybe) to be both ponderous and rather slapdash (pun perhaps not intended) at the same time? Either way, he nods and seems ever more pleased that his words are getting through. In all this chaos, that's about the best he can ask for.]

I would say it's only natural -- or that I wish it to be. I'm glad we can understand each other... [it's his turn to pause for thought] A closed space, such as?

[ Maybe it is. Jack's willingness to understand, to reach out is—odd. Different in so many ways. He's accustomed to the other archangels looking at him for guidance and seeing him as a beacon of light. In their eyes, he can do no wrong.

But such a heavy burden comes with unending doubt and questions. He never knows if his decisions are the right ones—and never knows if the words he speaks will lead someone astray. ]

Think of it as a realm that no one can enter or leave—not without the creator's permission.

[Well, their group is just chock-full of odd birds, and perhaps he's no different, in the end.

But although there's an easy and respectful polish to his words, it's only perhaps a little different from that which he gives to everyone else so far -- tempered by both curiosity and a strange brand of familiarity.]

Hmm...? I see, so it is like -- the dimensions that some Chains and other entities can weave. With their own properties and perhaps their own goals.

Now that you mention it, this really is very much like that.

[ And a literal odd bird or two.

Lucifer isn't always the sharpest when it comes to reading the flow of other's emotions, but he does recognize when he's being treated with distance and when someone is at ease around him. That familiarity, however small, is deeply appreciated. ]

This is the first I've heard of "Chains," but that describes it well.

Are you familiar with type of space, then?

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casually backtags prologue ig

mandee omg..... tags back anyways

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