“Jesus Christ,” Simon said. “It’s my job to be sarcastic, alright? I’m the one saving you from death, I get to make the jokes.” He tried not to concentrate on how close Razielle’s face was to his, closing his eyes as they landed roughly on the ground below.
“You never mentioned anything about death, i’m honored you’d even consider saving my life.” He teased, sighing in relief when he finally say the ground. The moment Simon landed, Razielle pulled away, jogged off a few yard and then dropped to his knees, immediately throwing up all his breakfast. His wings hung limp behind him, feathers fluffing in defense as harsh shudders racked through his body.
"Saving your life wasn't a choice," he said blandly. Simon ignored the burning all over his body and grabbed Razielle by his shirt. "You can barf on the way, pal. The head honcho knows we're here and we're leaving. I can't fly anymore, so we have to get to the gates. Alright?"
Raz whipped his mouth the the sleeve of his shirt and glared up at Simon, a wave of millennials of pain washing over him, causing his gaze to flicker from white to black before once again focusing. "Thought you said you and Lucifer were fine?" He recalled, forcing himself to his feet as Simon half dragged him towards the shores of Hell.
"Did I?" Simon winced. "Probably was kidding. He hates me." He sped up a little, dragging Razielle behind him. "Regardless, I don't think we have time to debate that, as I'm sure he's after us right now."
"that's fantastic, sure, go to hell, where the devil hates you just to get some instructions from a semi-angel in polish, great idea!" Razielle had no idea where the sudden rage came Frome whether it was genuinely him or the penthouse up anger that came from the souls around him but he couldn't stop himself, not if he wanted to pass out. His breathing became ragged. "What if Lucofer has information on the Diety?" He asked, yanking himself out of Simon's grasp.
Simon stopped short. “Didn’t think of that,” he said. “Razielle. I need you to make a decision. Lucifer isn’t going to give up any information without a fight, and obviously he’s more powerful than both of us. I can subdue him easily enough, but that’s just going to make him more angry. So. Run or fight.”
RAzielle shook his head. "I have no intention of fighting. I don't think I'd win anyways, you saw that first hand." He shrugged and glanced over his shoulder, fear seeping into his bones as he thought about what he was doing. "I just want to talk to him. If he has enough time to track us down then surely he has enough time to talk to us." He reasoned, glancing back over at Simon. "Go on ahead, i'll find you once I come back."
"I don't think you're understanding. He's going to kill you. Look, do you want the information or not? Lucifer doesn't talk. He doesn't negotiate anything. And I am certainly not letting you traipse around left to your own devices. In Hell, nonetheless. I can possess him and take the information we need with force, but then I'm not going to be able to fly very well. So think about it for a minute and give me an actual answer," Simon said, urgency rising in his voice.
. "What good will possessing be on someone like him? Even if you managed to possess him, wouldnt that make him more mad? Besides who else is going to know about the Diety here other than other than a half and angel and the first Fallen One?" he paused and took a deep breath, "I'm staying until we get an answer from him." Razielle huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring the part about his death.
"Alright. Okay." Simon unfurled his wings, the black ink curling up his fingers and wrists again. "This is going to be nasty."
A puff of red smoke curled up a few feet in front of Simon, materializing into a smartly dressed, very tall man, two horns curling from his head. "Hello again, little cat," Lucifer said, a smile creeping across his face.
Simon growled and lunged at him, arms outstretched. "I sort of forgot how much I hate you," he said angrily, grabbing the Devil's wrist, making him slump to the ground.
Simon knelt next to him, and motioned to Razielle. "You're going to have to carry me in a minute, alright?"
Razielle had enough time to lunge back as Simon lunged forwards towards Lucifer and paralize him, causing the bother to fall right where he was standing a few moments ago. He slowly inched forwards, now realizing the anger he had felt slowly dissapeared. He shook himself slightly and dropped to one knee, deciding to take the less violent route and treat Lucifer as the ruler of Hell that he was, just as he'd do with the Diety, despite their differences. He rose and gazed at Lucifer. "We only want answers about the Diety, that's all." He said softly, trying to keep fear from his voice.
“He can’t talk, idiot. I’m going to posess him, and my soul will leave my body, so you need to drag me to the gates of hell and then tap your right foot seven times.” Simon grabbed Lucifer’s shoulders, and with a shudder and a crackle, his body went limp.
"you're the idiot if you honestly think I can drag you- and he's in Lucifer, great." He took a deep and glared at Lucifer-now-Simon. "You would have thought the last thing you'd want to do would be in Lucifer." Raz laughed softly and walked over to Simon's limp body, somehow really hating the sight of him motionless. He shoved aside the feeling and yanked Simon's body towards the gates of Hell.
Simon could barely sort through the information in Lucifer's head, partly because there was so much of it, and partly because there was a loud whirring noise the entire time. He assumed it was Lucifer's power generating energy, but by God, it was distracting. He kept going, hoping Razielle had followed through and finally found what he was looking for. He didn't rewatch the entire memory but filed it away in his consciousness for later. Then he began shifting himself back into his body.
Raz finally dragged Simon close enough to the shores they had landed on and dropped Simon for a moment, needing to breath. He glanced back at Lucifer and slowly shook his head "forgive the theatrics but you should've known he'd pull something like that, Luc." He sighed softly, took Simon's hand and tapped his foot against the ground seven times.
As they rocketed upward to Earth, Simon's consciousness finally returned to his body and he snapped awake, grabbing Razielle's arm. "We did it? We're good?" he said once they were on the sidewalk.
"unless Lucifer can come to Earth, yes, we're good. You got what we needed?" He asked, sheilding his eyes from the sun as they neme to a stop. A wave of relief washed over him as they left Hell, but he still felt sick. "Are you alright?" He asked, trying to distract himself from the sick feeling
“Yes, I got what we needed. No, I am not okay.” He dropped to his knees and dry-retched twice, his head pounding. “I forgot how horrible withdrawal is.”
Razielle hopped back when Simon started retching, not wanting yet another pair of shoes to got to waste. He turned away slightly, not wanting to throw up again. "So what'd you find out?" He asked, finally being able to turn back to him.
“I dunno yet. I stole the memory but I only watched a little bit of it. I’ll finish it after I take a nap.”
Razielle nodded slowly, not understanding exactly how Simon had gotten the information. Razielle took a deep breath and gently nudged Simon "let's get you home then. I'm sure Spooks and Jcks are worried for you."
“Spooks is just worried about food,” he said, wrapping his arms around himself, shivering slightly. He started forward, counting his steps in his head.
"that's not true, they care about the food provider as well." Razielle reassured, staying beside Logan's side as they walked back to his apartment.
“Whatever,” Simon said, opening the door and dumping food into both cats’ bowls. Then he climbed into bed and burrowed under the blankets, kicking off his shoes and socks.