( there's every chance that lucifer has forgotten why he's even naked to begin with. but, saying he's lost his marbles isn't totally fair βΒ he has at least two of them working like a newton's cradle in his brain, clanking together once every so often for a bit of sense. so, he pieces it together. admirably. like the old war strategists of yore. he's picturing his statue already.
happily, luci shakes his hand. is suddenly aware that he, too, is a strategist of sorts β or at least magical in some sense. luci scents it like a blood hound, and grins. )
Sure. Me too.
( actually a lot of the holy war was fought in the nude, because they didn't have armor beyond jeweled embellishments back then. but, you know. it's the thought that counts. )
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happily, luci shakes his hand. is suddenly aware that he, too, is a strategist of sorts β or at least magical in some sense. luci scents it like a blood hound, and grins. )
Sure. Me too.
( actually a lot of the holy war was fought in the nude, because they didn't have armor beyond jeweled embellishments back then. but, you know. it's the thought that counts. )
Want to bet on who wins?