How can I resist Ali huggles? After this I'm afraid there will be no more updates 'till the rest of the weekend 'couse I'm going to Tel-Aviv for the weekend. But I promise a long one after I'll come back. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Part 3 Mab raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. That name said absolutely nothing to her. The man chuckled, realizing Mab had no idea who he was. "Perhaps," he suggested, "your majesty will be more familiar with my other titles?" Mab did not bother to reply. She was very close to losing her patience, and if this man didn't explain soon what he was doing in her kingdom uninvited; mortal or not, he would feel the wrath of the Mistress of all magic! "How about The Evil One? Or The Prince of the Power of the Air? The Prince of Darkness?" Mab could feel the rage rising inside. How dare he? Air and Darkness were hers! She opened her mouth in protest but when he mentioned his other titles it closed with a rap of teeth. "The Father of Lies? Lucifer? Satan?" Mab blinked with surprise. The three last ones she did recognize. She had been studying the new religion lately, trying to understand it, its rules, its god - 'Know the enemy', she called it. She remembered reading of creatures that served the Christian god and that one of them raised mutiny against his master. That rebel became the sign of all evil to the Christians. And this renegade servant of the Christian god was now standing before her. They called him Satan or Lucifer; those were indeed his more infamous names. And he surely knew that, and yet he chose to say his less known titles at first. Lucifer nodded as he saw the recognition written all over Mab's face. Mab's head started to fill itself with questions – Why was he here? How had he got in here? Where did he come from? What should she say? Should she say anything or just attack him? He was a being whose existence was nourished by the faith of the Christian people. They fought over the faith of the people, she and him; they were enemies. Had he come here to destroy her? If that was the case, he would find out that The Queen of Air and Darkness did not submit that easily. But, no! She shouldn't just attack him. If she did, she would only show him that she felt threatened by him. Mab straighten up her back and raised her chin arrogantly, looking ever more impressive and divine.
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Part 4 "What is your business here, Evil One?" She asked, repeating one of the titles he had introduced himself with. Lucifer smiled half a smile at her. "I came to you from the depths of Hell. The way wasn't short, neither pleasant. You could have at least offered me a glass of wine before going straight to business." He said in a jesting tone, folding his arms on his chest. Mab's fists clenched at her sides, "How dare you?!" she asked through gritted teeth. "You are an unwelcome intruder!" she snapped. "You may leave!" She pointed sharply towards the door, indicating the path he should be taking now. "Yes I may." He agreed in a stern tone nodding his head slightly. There was nothing amused in his voice now, and his smile disappeared at once. "But then you will miss a wonderful opportunity to win your little war; something I believe you cannot afford to overlook right now, Queen." Now he sounded almost aggressive, as if he is losing his patience as well. Mab, however, couldn't care less. She would not be intimidated in her own domain! And yet… He said something of an opportunity to win her war. Was he offering her help? How could that be? For him to help her meant to bring harm to himself. This must be a trick!
Lucifer could see that his words gained him the Queen's attention once again, and his self confident smirk returned. "Yes, Your Majesty, you guessed right." He said. "I am here to offer you help." He bowed his head slightly, the smirk not leaving his face. Mab gave him a suspicious look from the corner of her eyes. "I do not trust you." She said bluntly. "I am not a fool. By helping me you will harm yourself." "True." He nodded. "As I said, I came to your kingdom from the depths of hell, which is my kingdom. I was cast down to hell by my former… master…" there was poison in his voice when he formed the word 'master'. "…to rule over the souls of the sinners and punish them for their crimes. My own punishment however, is much worse…" His talk was very slow and melodramatic, and frankly Mab was getting very bored of it. She taped her fingernails impatiently on the library desk. "I do not have time for life stories." she interrupted him. "Get to the point!" "I thought your time is endless." He smirked. Mab couldn't help but to look down for a short moment and letting out a silent, barely noticeable sigh. Once, she had thought so as well. She had once been worshipped and loved by the mortals; their faith gave her life and strength. And she, in exchange, loved them back and brought them prosperity, and it all was so perfect. She had believed nothing could ever change that. Until the new religion took over and the danger of being forgotten began to hover over her as a vulture over a dying man, waiting for him to wither entirely so that he could feast on his body. Those thoughts would have made her cry once, back in times when she still had tears left. Now it only made her furious with frustration. And she chose to direct this fury at Satan because… well… he was the only person around at the moment. She looked back at him, her head rising up sharply. "You dare mock me?!" She raised her voice at him, the fact that he was not intimidated by her making her even more frustrated. "I wouldn't dream of that, Your Majesty." His smirk deepened. It seemed as if he was amused by her bursts of anger. "I promise this won't take much longer." He said as if comforting an impatient child, and continued his tale without waiting to hear Mab's reply. "Every day, I must see how my once angelic form twists more and more into some… abomination." He starched out his arm, showing her his hand.
Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps. (Emo Philips)