Rebel Meeting (Open to all revolutionaries; off-limits to everyone else)

[obsessedrebel]

Lucifer drummed his fingers on the stairway bannister as he made his way down from his personal quarters to the room where, he hoped, the foremost revolutionaries were gathered. They'd have to find another, more formal official meeting place soon, but for now, this would have to do. He heard one of the servants announce him before he even opened

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[thisones_noone]

Belial smiled when Lucifer came in, and stood to greet him. "Milord," it said. "A good evening to you as well."

[obsessedrebel]

Lucifer directed a brief, slightly cold glance in Belial's direction. "Thank you," he said, with a slight inclination of his head, but almost no expression or feeling.

[sssauntering]

Crowley had, on second thought, left the wine in favor of his sword. It was a good sword, given to him from a grateful Lord in exchange for a convenient annulment. The sword was perhaps not the most practical, but its intricate handle carving and beautiful design looked perfect tucked into the hilt at his side.

"My lord," he said, bowing his head respectfully. He'd made the mistake of familiarity earlier, and wasn't going to do it again. Lucifer was not of the same make as the powerful men he'd been able to sway through witty conversation and impeccable taste. If Crowley were going to survive this, he couldn't afford to fuck around.

[obsessedrebel]

"Good evening, Mr. Priest," said Lucifer, with perhaps a hint of a smirk, although his tone of voice was nothing less than perfectly formal. He couldn't help being amused by the change in the other man's demeanor -- and the presence of Crowley's sword. Even with his bizarre ideas about the appropriateness of alcohol at military functions, Crowley was a fast learner. Still, there was no reason to let the lesson go unenforced.

"I suppose you know what I'll be expecting of you in the weeks to come?" Lucifer asked sternly.

[sssauntering]

"I'll do what you ask," he replied, managing to keep the edge of fear out of his voice. Confidence is one thing he knew he could do.

But he didn't want to fight if he could avoid it. He was good at politics and battles of intellect and influence. He wasn't sure he'd be able to fight in a real war. And it wasn't pleasant to examine himself and realise that deep down, under all of the arrogance and fight, he was somewhat of a coward. But Crowley looked out for one person, and a bloody battle might put that very important person in danger.

He lowered his voice, speaking just to Lucifer. "But-- you said something about an emissary?"

He had secrets. If you had a sin, you told a priest. If you had the money, you'd tell a priest like Crowley, the sort who with a wink and a nod would explain that Anglachel would forgive you for little more than a generous donation to the church. But he wasn't going to speak of them quite yet-- he was loathe to part with his best bargaining chip so early in the game.

[obsessedrebel]

Lucifer nodded about the question about emissaries. "As much as I'd like to fight this battle on brute force alone, that probably won't be possible," he said. "We'll need to know their secrets, their strategies, their plans -- even if the Prince and his advisor are idiots, the fact is, not everyone who works for the monarchy is. One of them is scheming against us right now while we're scheming against them -- I want to know who and how

[dropped_the_a]

Maladict leaned against one of the walls, cool and unruffled and smiling. His hair was slicked back to clearly show his pointed ears (to clearly imply that he was dangerous because he was a vampire), and one hand rested near the sabre at his belt (to clearly imply that he was dangerous because he had a sabre). He was every inch the son of a noble.

It was a good thing he wasn't the son of any noble close by, he reflected. He didn't recognize anyone here, which was good and would make things much less complicated.

Maladict watched as Lucifer entered and made his way toward the group, detaching himself from the wall and joining the rest of the throng as well. Well! This will be interesting.

[egomaniac_light]

Light, standing closer to the rest of the group, looked at Maladict, blinked several times, frowned, looked away and started scribbling something into a little black book at his side. Light had never really liked vampires; anything undead that didn't obey his every whim was probably more trouble than it could ever possibly be worth.

[obsessedrebel]

Lucifer raised both eyebrows quizzically at Maladict but said nothing. His expression was completely calm and his silence wasn't out of fear -- if Lucifer was at all bothered by the concept of vampires, he hid it well, and he had a sabre of his own -- so much as it was out of an almost juvenile desire to look tough and nonchalant the desire not to look like a crazy control freak who cared where people stood.

"Does anyone know how many we lost in the first battle? And how many of theirs were lost? Injured?" Lucifer said, addressing the whole room. He looked around, trying to survey the expressions on their faces. "I'm not under any delusions that this will be an easy war and you shouldn't be, either. There will be bloodshed. There will be tears. But when the dust settles and we emerge victorious -- and mark my words, we will emerge victorious -- it will have been worth the blood and the pain and the struggling, and we will have a kingdom of prosperity and equal opportunity for all that we fought to make our own. It will be worth this

[thisones_noone]

"Four of our own," Belial answered, sliding closer to Lucifer. "More of theirs."

[obsessedrebel]

Lucifer nodded and seemed pleased with that information. "Names?" he wanted to know. "Do we have any names?"

[thisones_noone]

"John Doe, Joe Smith, Jamison Parker and Billy Gun," Belial answered smoothly. "One is not sure what the names of the others were."