to: everyone(?)

[ordinar]

[The following messages come in sporadically. Some words appear smudged in the recipient's field of vision, as if their eyesight has suddenly failed, or spilled water has blurred the imaginary ink. (Hover over the creepy text for a translation.)]

Lucifer?

I'm probably supposed to be praying to God or whatever right now, but I've gotta be honest, you've been way more reliable. Anyway, I'm, like, pretty fucking bad at ḑ̸͈̒̉ọ̶̈́̽į̴̻̾ṉ̴̢̆g̶͎̕ ̷͔̾̄w̵̝͚̏h̵̫̾̅͜a̶̹̾t̵̜̘́͘ ̴͉͑Ỉ̷̳̍͜'̸̹̊͊ḿ̸͉ͅ ̸̧̛̚s̸͓͇̽u̵̖̿͐p̵̹̹͝p̵̹͊o̸̱̊ś̵̡̬̃e̵̤̲͆̄d̷̖́̚͜ ̷͇̝̒t̶̔ͅó̸̪ͅ.

Lucifer, Lucifer, L̴̛̘̲̙̱̀͒̈́ǘ̶̧͎̦͖̿̑̕c̵̡̖̼̜̤͐̌į̶̱̝̹̬͂f̸̹̑̋e̶̜͒̌r̴̛̰͔̱̖̿̍̚.

If I say it three times, you're supposed to appear. Except I think there's ŝ̷͇͎̥̭͂͂̅u̵̪̣͙͔̽̀͊͂p̶̝̃͒̋͒p̸̡̱͕̉̋͊ò̷̡͉̙̄͆̄ŝ̴͕̠͠ê̵̮̟͎̝͐͊ḋ̸̫̙̼̾̓̇ ̷̦̦̏ť̶̺̙͌͐̏ò̸̩̖̽͘ ̸̣̓̌͐̄b̸͕́̈ḛ̷̄ ̸͖͊̉a̵͕̻̗̖̅̽̉̅ ̶͖̰̈́͒m̷̰̗͓̄̀͆i̵̼̫͜͠r̴̭̣̓r̷̻͐͘͜o̵̬͖͔̣̅̇̉͝r̷̡̟͍͚̃͌̇͝, and I don't have a mirror.

Oh, I lost your knife too. S̷̛̖͖̻̘̹͌̇͂o̷̥̯̒̍͘͜͜ͅr̶͔̈́̾̕r̷͓̩͝y̸̢͇̙̥̽̍͗̚͜.

I don't know where I am, but it's the worst fucking place in the world. Istredd ĭ̷̧̯͚̜̫s̷̤̖̺̝̹̅̈́̕ ̵̧̪͈͔̈́͠h̸͓̋̉͒ē̸̱͓̐͝r̷̘͌͒ĕ̴̡̧̮̲͋ ̸̞̱͈̭̠̀͋t̶̨̼̘̂͒́̅ờ̷͔̰̪̻͉̎̅ǫ̶̗̇̚

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[unwings]

[ Accepting the next hand, the angel breaths in deep, closes his eyes, and concentrates. It's difficult enough doing this on the sliver of grace remaining, harder still with the pit's oppression smothering it down. ]

Yes. [ He murmurs, frowning deeply as he forces another bright, warm light tingling over Wilhelm's skin; soft, ambient heat like a low crackling hearth, as the wound heals just enough to protect from infection. The light snaps out, and Cas huffs out a sharp exhale, laboring for the next inhale as if out of breath from the effort. ]

Though I've rarely seen Lucifer use it on anyone but himself.

[ He's completely capable. To Castiel's knowledge, there is no un-making of an angel's abilities, and they only vary on levels and strength of Grace. Unless God came down himself (doubtful) to pluck Lucifer's abilities away, he still has all those he was born into. Considering God couldn't be bothered to even cage or cast out Lucifer himself, it's extremely unlikely. Michael, archangel as he is, doesn't have the means to rob Lucifer of those traits. ]

My apologies. It's usually more thorough, and easier.

[ordinar]

[He can see the strain in Castiel's expression, as if his magic is a rock he's trying to squeeze water from. The angel's heavy, uneven breath reminds Wilhelm of when he tries to call on his magic to spark fire, but his anxiety strangles him. Except, for him the flame never comes, and light flickers at Castiel's fingertips anyway. He wonders if it's because magic is suffocated down here, or if it's something else.

He shakes his head at the apology. With his fingers, he traces the newly pink scars.]

It's fine. It's more than I could do. [And all he's got to give in return is a brief, awkward smile.] Thanks.

[unwings]

Of course. [ what's the point of having these powers, even if he's scraping the bottom of the barrel now, if he isn't going to use them when they're all at their greatest need.

Well, child is healed and relatively safe for the moment. cas will keep a close eye on wilhelm, and the other two as the days go on, but for now, there's other matters to handle. he checks over the kid once more, and gives a resolute nod. ]

Good. Geralt and I will be dealing with the ceiling monster now, but if you need help or sustain any other injury, come find me. Alright?

[ castiel's always willing to help, but also, never willing to admit failure to his big brothers, so he'll see to it this boy makes it out of the pit in one piece. ]