- Starry starry night. Crisp and cool, the last hints of the dying winter. Dark was the area, bright was the sky. Sparkling with stars and the waning moon overhead, she was shining her light below her. Happy to see that not all who were out at this time wanted to kill or die. There was no overhead light where Desporia sat, only the moon to let her see. She was on the right side of a nicely sized bench, plenty of room for another person wiha cello of their own. Moonlight was shining down on her, giving her an otherworldly glow, yet she was not any bit pretty. Just ethereal. She had a faint smile on her face, but she wouldn't know... -

She was too caught up in her music.

- The dark, deep, loud instrument was singing beautifully with a rich voice like vanilla coffee. Who knows what she was playing, it wasn't slow, it wasn't energetic, it was emotional, she was playing out all life's woes and all her feelings. Releasing them into the night through the cello's heavenly voice. Her voice too sang along in harmony with it, her soprano matching it's low tenor. Her voice with it's vibrato and the cello with it's vibrato in beat, neither going to fast or too slow. Her cello was her soul, they sang the same emotional song. Of love, sadness, fear, anger, happiness, hurt...the song of life. -

Her eyes were closed.

- She no longer needed to see where her fingers were, she already memorized the cello by heart. Her glasses had slipped down, kept on only by the slight upturn of her nose. Zig zagged hair was in it's neat yet messy style, swaying back and forth with her head. Her white blouse was shimmering in the moonlight, sleeves pulled up around her elbows and top buttons undone. Legs were parted, holding the cello. Her simple capris were dark blue, but not denim, instead it was a stretchy like jean fabric that was pulled tight against her shapely, hairless legs. She wore no jewelry, only a silver band on her left ring finger, she wasn't married, it just felt right to wear it on that finger at the time. Her feet were bare, She had slpped them out of the heels she's been wearing, so she was shoeless with only panty hose between her feet and the cold ground. -

She didn't care.

- She was cool, yes, but not cold, not by the least and was fine with it. Not uncomfortable by any means, she's been naked in worse weather. She thought it was nice outside and that is the end of it. All she cared about was playing her music and being at peace. Balanced within herself. This was a side very few friends saw, not becuase it was a 'secret side' but simply because she very rarely was in this sort of melancholish mood. -

But she was fine.

- Yes, she was fine, at peace and singing. Doing what she loves most. Not to be confused with happiness. She was at peace, balanced, centered, and grounded. She had released all her unhappy, negative and overly positive emtotions. With the moonlight as her guardian and Mr. Bob underneath her right thigh. She felt uncommonly safe in the open. She was finally at peace and lost in her music. -

One with her music.

What a sad, sad song it was... echoing through Lucifer's chillingly empty thoughts and heart, wailing that beautiful, endless tune, and managing to edge through his lonely soul.

His lips were pressed into a frown, which had practically become permanent from all his days of doing it, recently, and he hadn't noticed he'd been doing it as of late. Call it a habit he'd developed, I guess. A bad habit, truly, if he didn't want to develop wrinkles early on in his life...

and speaking of bad habits... a lit cigarette dangled from his pale lips, despite what Bomani said he'd do if he caught him smoking.

He closed his eyes as he ambled down the sidewalks, towards the direction of home... a place that didn't really feel like home to him at all. Bomani's home, not his. It was as empty as the outside was... it just wasn't home to Lucifer. The only sound, other than that sweet cello, and the beautiful voice, was the shuffling of Lucifer's booted feet.

He wasn't paying attention, but his green eyes flicked open once in a while anyway. His dark brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the base of his neck, with bangs that still fell into his half-opened eyes. He was tired. He had asthma. He'd come down with a cold, and wouldn't be surprised if he coughed up a lung. A cigarette just wasn't the best thing for him at the moment.

He was sick, he was shivering violently, he was sick, his head ached, and he just wanted to go... some place other than outside. Bomani's apartment was the first thing that came to mind.

But that was miles away, and he had a long walk ahead of him...

the only thing that would keep him going was that lovely melody...

Up in the night.

- Went her voice, reaching far up, in a clear and beautiful note. The cello matched her's in harmony and then they both continued on. This part was on the happy yet at the same, melancholy times of her childhood, she was reaching that far back to pull out withheld emotions. Tears came to her eyes. Trickling down her lightly tanned cheeks, down past her dark lips, and onto her breast. No words could express the way she felt, just notes, tones, and not once has her voice wavered, not once has she halted to stop herself from crying. Crying was the way to get emotions out. -

So she let herself cry.

- Whether or not she sensed Lucifer, it mattered not, for she would gladly welcome any sad soul's company. Lucifer was about 30 feet away from her, coming in on her left, but not once did she open her eyes to look at him, to see a rather sickly person, she did not stop and run off, no. She sat and sang along to the cello. -

And she played her lifetime.

- The music became ever so slightly darker, this was getting near the time of her mother's 'dissapearance'. It was a hard time at her mum's and she let those surpressed feelings out. She was so concentrated she did not notice anyhting around her. Even when a cloud passed over the moon, blocking light, she kept on going with a note of bitter sweetness. -

Oh the taste of life.

Sickly, he was indeed. Another thing to add to his list of never-ending problems... so many words were there to describe him and every problem he ahd, that one could make a novel out of it. It was sad... really, in an almost pathetic way. But he didn't mean to cause problems... he didn't mean to cause trouble... he just didn't want to hurt anymore... didn't want anyone to have to hurt because of what he did anymore.

He tried to get rid of himself, but it didn't seem to work... it'd only seemed to make things worse.

As she cried, the song gave a little wrench to his heart, to remind him of Jehovah... to remind him of Bomani, and the shadow, and his mother, and his brothers, and very least of all... his father.

His own tears, unbeknownst to him, slid down his cold cheeks, and he didn't bother wiping them away with the sleeve of his black sweatshirt.

His jeans swept the sidewalks, for they were much too long for Lucifer's short legs, and dragged in the dirt, often times. He didn't notice, nor did he care. They had large holes in them in the knees, bleach stains, drywall compound on them, blood, were wet, and also dirty. They belonged in the trash.

In a few minutes, Lucifer's eyes were closed again, and he was within a few feet from the beautiful melody. He could tell, however, because he had sensitive hearing, and the tune was becoming louder.

So she kept singing.

- She was now in chapter of change, melancholy with a sad hint. She had never liked being sad, it was a hurtful feeling. But it was a releiving one. Streams of tears were now falling, weetening her white blouse like the spray of a waterfall on a rock. But she kept on playing. And signing. And crying. She could alost feel his presence now, nearly right next to her almost, if he joins her then she will keep singin. If he goes on she will keep singing. -

It does not matter.

- Her fingers moved accuratley and rather more slowly across the strings, this was the part of her life where she retreated from the world. When she was depressed and tired of the world. Though not much ever happened to her, she felt much. She felt pain, sadness...lonliness. No emotion hurts like lonliness. One can cry away sadness, you can numb the hurt, but the feeling of lonliness you may always be stuck with. -

But she was saved.

- Her voice became slightly higher and finger patterns more intricate, there was someone who had helped her come out of the shell. She was caring to desporia, she shown the girl love, endless love and happiness. Desporia wouldn't except her at first, she felt that she'd end up getting hurt again. Thrown away. But no, the older women worked her way into the girl's sheilded self and brought back the happy child she was and is. -

And then she died.

- A Note of pure sadness peirced the night. Yes, the woman died, she was murdered by some freak. But, thanks to her teachings, Desporia cried it out and took all her sadness and let it out, though she wasn't able to give up all of it. The ntes that were coming from her throat were soft yet clear and contAining sadness and betrayal. She had been selfish, how could she have left her?! How could she?! But she did and Despria had to accept that. -

It still is hard to face that.

Lucifer didn't give a damn about the woman, and what her life was like. Possibley it was because he had been so selfish, lately... he'd been so self-centered, like Jehovah, because of Jehovah, that he completely failed to care about another human being.

...was he even a human being, himself? That could've been the case, although he told himself he was. He was normal, there was nothing wrong with him, he was just like everyone else, and he was just a stupid, worthless nobody... that's all he ever was.

He drew his cigarette from his pale lips and blew out, sadly, continuing to walk. Trudge, actually. A slow, depressing, weary walk of someone who has nothing left in their life... a walk of someone who's sick of everything around them, who's sick of all the hurting, who's sick of all this damned humanity... who's just... sick in general.

His bright green eyes opened again... pools of green color. Big, sad, and mournful... unlike his brother's and sister's eyes... with the exception of the color. The eyes of a man who's lost his soul...

And he kept walking... despite the song...

- It came to an end. Not immediately, but after the small chapter of her new life here. It was happier with quick, snappy movements and high notes, then she ended with a large smile. Finally she opened her eyes, blinking at the moonlight in her face. Oy. She almost jumped when she saw a man walking by, smoking. She made a face, smoking was horrible for your health. And by the looks of it he didn't seem exactly worried about that. He was attractive, she looked in over, in a slightly anorexic way...she gave a small snort, heh. -

"You know that is unhealthy for you."

- She said gaily, almost energetically but not overly perky. Some shuffling around and a zipper was heard. She had put up her cello and looked at the man, to the street, to her cello then back at him. What the hell, why not? She pulled it on like a backpack. A large backpack. This thing was huge on her, after all it was a full size, a little over 5 feet tall and over a foot wide. She grabbed up Mr. Bob and as she stood up. She almost skipped but was weighed down by her cello so she walked up to the man. -

"My name is Desporia."

- A bit straighforward aren't we? Maybe she'll ask him on a date next. Phht. Not. Sorry, but she already has a girlfriend and really, Europa wouldn't be happy...in fact she take her knife and gut the dude slowly and painfully...laughing the whole. She realy is a lovely lady though. Yea...really. -

((Hmm...I like Europa...I will make her up when I take a shower...I won't post her up cause it wouldn't be right....freaky Goth people are fun to make XD;;; :is pathetic:))

Lucifer looked to the woman, with eyes that didn't change emotion, despite the fact that she might've accompanied him. Company? The way he saw it, he didn't really need company, but if someone wanted to join him, so be it... Lucifer was more of one who liked to be alone, now, instead of before, where he loved to hang out with people... but not since he'd known Jehovah.

"I know it is." His tone was as empty as his eyes, echoing his lonely thoughts.

He continued to walk, seemingly nonchalant if the woman walked up to him. He didn't care.

"Hello..." His voice was not quite a high tenor... it was lower, now, with an extremely thick German accent.

"I'm Lucifer..." he said, quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette.

A smile was given. Her eyes, unlike Luci's, were bright and attentive. Luci...yes, she'd call him Luci. She pulled what would look to the untrained eye a small metal tube, to the well trained eye though, it was a silencer. Mr. Bob's silencer. Humming Loreena McKennit's 'All Soul's Night' softly, she attached it with a click noise and kept it in her right hand which dropped to her side. Europa would attack her herself if she didn't make sure it was ready to use. Speaking of Europa...

"You remind me of my girlfriend, Europa. She is tall, thin like...with dark hair, it has swirls of muave and grey in it. She quit smoking a while back, coughed up a lung, nearly at least..." She rubbed her chin. "Unlike you though, Europa scares people, very intense and her eyes are so..." She waved her hands in small swirls in front of her chest... "I don't know the word...your's are empty though."

Her eyes looked into his from the side. "It is almost tragic...Europa, when I first met her, had the similar look, but she was horribly mean."

Why she was telling him about her girlfriend, she didn't know. Maybe she needed to talk to her soon. But first she was going to talk to Luci, even if he didn't reply.

Why was it, that he just got this horrible feeling...? A horrible, empty, selfish feeling... something he wished would just go away... It was selfish, because, he just wished that she would leave him alone, so he could get on with his life. He wished that she would simply just talk to someone else, about someone else, and not to him. He didn't care about her girlfriend. He didn't care if he had eyes like here when she first met her. He just didn't care. Lucifer was easily irritated, and now he was... well, irritated.

He allowed a sigh to slip through his lips, and he continued onward, nodding in reply to her description of... Europa, was it?

"That's too bad."

She gave him some sort of condesending glance. One that stated that even if he didn't want her company he better get used to it. She's been around people like him actually, she slapped one once. Wonder what she-I mean he'd do if she slapped him? She blinked and rubbed her nose at the thought, sounds very fun. A grin came on her face, just a happy grin. Once again her tone was gay and light, speaking in her musical voice.

"You know what? Not only was she like you, a lot of people I've met were like you...most of them were selfish in their own way. Humans are selfsih so who can blame us though? They acted like spoiled children, things had happened to them that they didn't either like or it affected them somehow..."

Like her. She had been like until Elloise came along. Even while Elloise was with her she was like that. Bratty, selfish and thinking the whole world was against her.

"And they go on sulking and saying 'woe is me!', well ya! Woe is them cause they don't even try to help themselves..."

A pause. She was rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She'd have to read more about the human psyche sometime. See how people act and stuff. With a neck rub continued. Who cared if he didn't want to listen to her? Even if he suddenly blows his top and tell her to go away or something she wouldn't. She is a stubborn snot like that.

"And then when they try they immediately quit when something happens. Because they think it is no use! They'll never be able to help themselves! They can't fix themselves! Have you ever met anyone like that Luci?"

Luci, yes, she really did like that name. Woopdidydoodah for her. And him she supposed. She wondered breifly if he had a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Neither should allow their other half to be walking the streets looking like they fell out of bed with the flu.

Perhaps Lucifer was just irritable because he was sick... perhaps he should've been back in bed? No, he refused to be sick, even if he had a fever, or if he was dying. He refused to lay in bed, and be a burden on anyone else.

He paused in his walking to crouch down on the sidewalk, and smother the ashes of it into the pavement. He tossed the butt of it away, carelessly into the street, with yet another sigh.

"Yes, I have met those with problems..." He said, reaching down into his pocket for another cigarette, and his lighter. "...Similar to those you speak of, Desporia. But I have also found those who try to help them, and only make it worse... they are so sure... that they know what their problem is, but they have no idea."

He gave a weak smile, that showed off no teeth, though was rather depressing, rather than happy. Then he let himself over to his fit of coughing, cigarette still in hand.

After a minute or so, his coughing subsided, and he lit up another cigarette.

"But, you know, let them stay broken. Let them stay the screwed up things they are. Because you really can't fix something like that..."

Bitch. Talking about people like she knew them.

He took a drag of his cigarette, giving her an empty glance.

She nodded along to what he said, true, she'd met a few...

"Like psychiatrists, they think they can help people like me." She made a face, she never like shrinks. "But there are some people wh's been through shit similar to yours. I suppose I was able to relate to Elloise. she helped me. She wasn' forceful like the shrinks. Have yo ever been sent to a shrink before Luci?"

She shook her head in disgust, but quickly replaced her frown with a smile. She new he didn't really like her, sadly that was one of her problems, she said things without thoughts of others. It was in her blunt, honest nature. It was sort of a protective barier if one could look at it like that. And a little judge, if people could shrug off her comments with ease and get along with her, if she ver really did get mad ( very scary) shewouldn't be able to hurt them that much.

"Have you ever said anything you ever regretted? Like to someone you care about and it seemed to break their heart? They look at you with that look of utter desolation and lock themselves away from you...has that ever happened?"

Why she asked that, it was on her mind actually. It went along with her way of talking. she said something horrible to hre mother. she'd been so angry at her and she said something terrible, she had been so angry she didn't even know what she had said. So her mother dissapears...just vanishes and the only one who actually witnesed what had hapned was Desporia.

Try not to be so irritable, Lucifer. It's just a simple conversation...

"I..." A pause to think about what she was saying, so he could respond properly. "No, I haven't.. my mum never had the money." He gave another one of those hopelessly melancholy smiles, shaking his head. "But i bet you don't know what's like, huh?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke, and coughing once again. He was waiting for a wise-crack at his bad health and smoking, again.

He continued to walk, giving her a chance, at least.

"No, it's never happened to me." It had, technically. But he was always the one with that empty look, staring back at the person who hurt him. He was always the desperate one, he was always the one being thrown around...

"But I know what it's like..."

A sort of sad smile, no she didn't know what it was like to be without money, but she knew the troubles and annoyances about having money. People sucking up to you, trying to be friends with you, pretending to be friends with you. Shit like that.

"Nah...never have...I know the bad side of having money though..." She sighed, looking at Lucifer. What a sad smile, pretty, but sad. She loved his hair too. she stared at it for a while before returning her attention to his thin face.

She decided not to give a crack about his smoking. It was his choice to smoke, he can kill his own lungs, don't say she didn't warn him though. She did. In her own way. With a facial expression of a raised eyebrow and pursed lips, she didn't do anything though and her usual non chalant expression returned to her face.

"Must have been hard...or be hard...I don't know what it's like on the receiving end, but I've seen it...and I regret it, Mum didn't deserve to be treated like she did...deserved much better, I can say I wasn't a very nice or exceedingly happy daughter." A harsh but quick laugh.

"My fault she's dead too."

A look at Lucifer before she looks ahead, "Have you ever killed someone Luci?"

A melancholy smile of her own. "Or at least felt like someone's death was your fault?"