"oh. I wonder how The Diety and Lucider ever managed to figure that out, letting an angel leave heaven and having an angel come into Hell must have been akward for the both of them." He mused, nodding and looking up at the windows. The higher they went, the nicer they seemed to be."kinda reminds of the penthouse building in LA.
"Hmm," Simon said, ignoring the subject of Copernicus. "More like the tower of torture." He carefully landed on the sill of a window and unceremoniously dumped Razielle into the room. Then he jumped in after him, tucking in his wings."
Razielle shivered slightly and gazed around the room beeore being dropped. He glared up at Simon before standing and brushing himself off. He checked the bandages on his wings before glancing up at the rest of the room
"Oh, don't give me that look. I could've dropped you outside." Simon turned his gaze to an old man in a chair, speaking in a monotone voice to a middle-aged man laying on a couch with his hands over his eyes.
Raz huffed a sigh and nodded "true, thanks…I think" He murmured in reply, gaze landing on the two men across the room whom one he assumed to be Copernicus.
"You don't need to thank me, wise guy. Hey, Copernicus!" SImon said, procuring a piece of paper and a pencil and handing it to the old man, who nodded at Simon and took the utensil and the paper.
"I wasn't being..ugh you're a pain, ya know that right?" He argued, staying behind a bit. He wasn't really sure what to do other than observe. He tilted his head curiously when Simon handed over the price of paper and pencil to the older man, wondering what it was for.
"I am well aware of my annoyance-causing abilities. The paper is because he isn't allowed to talk to us. He has to keep spouting these weird formulas and stuff. To be boring to the guy on the couch."
"ah so that comes with the Holister model persona, got it." He nodded with a smirk and slowly walked forwards towards the pair, watching as Copernicus wrote something down on the piece of paper for Simon while simultaneously spew our formulas to the other man who looked liked he wanted to rip out his hair. "Seems like it's working."
Simon elbowed Razielle in the gut, hard. "Don't mock me. I'll throw you out the window. And obviously, it's working. I think this guy cheated on his wife a few times. With different people. Not devious enough to go to level two, but still disgusting." He looked down at what Copernicus wrote, which was, "Jak się miewasz? czego potrzebujesz?" Simon responded, "Jestem w porządku, musimy znaleźć jako swoje."
"I'd love to see you try." Raz muttered under his breath, clutching his stomach, the sick feeling returning when Simon had elbowed him. He glared over at the man lounging in the chair and scoffed slightly. Alright, he could respect a place where people got exactly what they deserved, even if it was Hell. He tilted his head uhm, sorry I'm well versed in many languages, what did he say?"
"Polish. He asked, how are you, what do you need, and I said, I'm fine thank you we need to find the diety." Simon watched Copernicus scribbling down several lines of writing at a furious speed, then hastily shoving both the pencil and the paper into Simon's hands. Simon read what the mathematician wrote, then grabbed Razielle's arm and dragged him to the window. "We gotta go. Now."
"wait what's he say now?" He asked frantically as he was dragged away from the pair. Razielle hastily thanked them in English before facing the window, eyes widening. "Simon what's wrong?"
Simon picked Razielle up hastily. "I'll tell you in a moment. Patience is a virtue, you know," he said, ever sarcastic as he leaped out the window. They began dropping to the ground, faster than Simon would have liked. His headache was getting worse, and fire was running through his veins. Struggling to open his wings, he winced. Finally, against the wind, they opened, and he almost dropped Razielle, his arms now only around his waist.
"sadly I have none when it comes to lives being risked." Razielle replied, trying to sound just as sarcastic but instead coming out more desperate and afraid. His eyes widened as they dropped to the ground a yell lodged in his throat as they plummeted down, not to Earth but to more open air. Razielle didn't realize how far they flown up until they were falling, seemingly forever. The yelp was finally realized when Simon opened his wings, the sudden jerking motion only worsening his sickness. He pressed his face I to Simon's shoulder and tried his best to control his breathing, really not wanting to throw up not flight. "We gotta go back, I think I left my gut up there somewhere." He muttered, blinking back stinging tears
“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.