[Azudia] Genesis stalks the Devil

Title: Genesis Stalks The Devil
Number: 1004
Date: Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM

Divinatas – Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM

A pillowcase and a bottle of gin. That’s all she needed! …technically she needed some olives to go with that gin if she wanted to make a martini. But there was no way she was going near any olives.

So Genesis poured gin in to a glass, set it on a table, and then hid behind the sofa with her pillowcase.



Azul Morag – Oct 5, 2010 at 1:27 PM

There was a suspicious smell of gin in the air; that was the first thing the Devil noticed when he pulled the towel off his head after vigorously rubbing it on his wet hair. The smell could mean two things: Genesis had figured out how to open the bar and got drunk on gin; or, Genesis stole gin somewhere and was hiding somewhere in the room with it. Nothing was broken or out of place, he noticed after glancing across the room. She was not drunk yet, then… but very suspiciously indeed, she left her glass on a side table! Lucca arched an eyebrow. That was very suspicious. Not a sound was heard in the room, except the smooth humming of the air conditioner in the background.

Lucca stood in the threshold and lit up a cigarette – if it was Genesis getting drunk somewhere in his premises, he could as well smoke her out!


Divinatas – Oct 5, 2010 at 10:44 PM

She wrinkled up her nose. The cigarettes should be stolen too while she was at it. Peering around the edge of the sofa, she wagged a finger in the air. Pick pocketing that pack of cigarettes and floating them in the air to the nearest garbage can.

Then it was bag to holding her pillow case and repositioning herself behind the sofa, so she could pounce at any moment!


Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:13 PM

Lucca reached for a second ciggy, not yet having finished the first… There was a raised eyebrow at the theft! Lucca puffed out the biggest cloud of smoke he could muster, in retaliation – it formed a strange mist overhead with silver ribbons of cigarette smoke, lazily curling and uncurling.

“Thief,” he said. “You [i]know[/i] you shouldn’t be drinking…” He confiscated the gin by turning it into hot cocoa. It was strange, but that was the first thing he could think of that he figured she wouldn’t want to drink!


Divinatas – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:26 PM

“-I- am not drinking. YOU are supposed to drink it!” Peering around the sofa again, she frown. There went her bait. An inviting mug of hot cocoa was not proper devil treats.

Genesis crawled out from behind the sofa, tucking the pillow case behind her back in to her belt. Then she dusted off her legs and knees. She was a paragon of pure innocence, even as she clasped her hands behind her back and strolled across the floor.

“Are you properly clean?” A weird question for sure. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump on him now, or set a new trap!


Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:34 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am not going to squeak to prove my cleanliness to you,” he said. “You owe me a packet of cigarettes. Don’t you have patients today?” Lucca took over the mug of hot cocoa and sipped. It was bitter and nice.

“You on the other hand, are a dusty woman.”


Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 2:46 AM

Genesis looked down at her clothes. Frowning and once again trying to swat dust away.

“I had an early session this morning. There is no one else to see today.” Now that he was drinking the chocolate, she couldn’t pounce. It’s like he knew she was plotting something and now had it as a shield. So Genesis patiently waited.

“You shouldn’t be smoking so much anyway. Reaching for a second one before even finishing the first… Cigarettes make teeth fall out.” Many old humans were missing teeth now after years of gum disease. Lucca might not be likely to have his teeth fall out. …but it wasn’t healthy anyway!


Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2010 at 8:38 AM

Lucca was still smirking. He sipped more cocoa.

“My teeth are not going to fall out; they would not even if I [I]wanted them to fall out.[/I]” He nodded once and stared at her. She seemed to be waiting for something – but again, she was always suspicious. He decided to inform her that.

“You are the only person I know that is always suspicious,” Lucca observed. “You are more suspicious than Beelzebub… Alright, you are not as suspicious as my ex-wife; but anyway, you [I]are[/I] suspicious. Perhaps being suspicious is a trait inherent to psychologists.”

He watched her.

“Are you hiding something behind your back?”


Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 9:53 PM

Genesis might have found that insulting, but it was inevitably true. There was always an agenda (everyone had one, after all), but usually her intentions were good and in people’s best interests.

Except in this case. He wasn’t going to take it well, or she would have simply asked!

“…No. Why would I hide something behind my back?” As she moved away, she made sure she didn’t turn her back to him.


Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2010 at 9:37 PM

“Because?” Lucca said with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve ever bothered with having a logical reason for something you do.”

Lucca flicked the butt of his cigarette over his shoulder and sprang forward. The ciggarette butt vanished and so did the Devil; his form blurred into a black Bombay cat in mid air and landed with agility on the couch to skitter over the backrest of the it to peer behind Genesis’s back!


Divinatas – Oct 9, 2010 at 7:06 AM

“No, Lucca! Don’t be a [i]cat[/i]!” she accidentally exclaimed out loud. Genesis clamped a hand over her mouth and fled. But not without remembering to snatch the pillow case out of her belt and keep it out of sight!

Genesis escape to the bedroom. …which wasn’t the wisest place. There was a naked pillow on the bed. She pounced on it and was trying to stuff it under a cover before it was seen.


Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2010 at 2:14 PM

The black cat on the sofa blinked its blazing golden eyes in confusion. Even for Genesis, that was strange! The cat leapt to the next couch and onto the carpet, then bouncily ran after the fleeing professional of mental health care. Peering warily from the bedroom door, the cat flicked an ear.

“What are you hiding in my bed?” He asked. “Pine cones?”

She had done it before, he was sure… she probably did. Whatever she was burying under the covers was bigger than that! The cat leapt on the bed to inspect!


Divinatas – Oct 12, 2010 at 2:56 AM

“Pine cones would do the exact opposite of helping you sleep.” Genesis stuffed the pillow case under the blanket too. Then she plopped on the hidden pillow. Both to show him it WASN’T pine cones and to keep him from snooping.

Once he was within arms reach, she snatched him up and gave him a good cuddle. Nuzzling his furry kitty face! “You don’t have to be suspicious of [i]everything[/i] I do. Most of the time I’m not up to anything specific.”


Azul Morag – Oct 12, 2010 at 11:30 PM

The kitty gave a mild scoff and put his paw on Genesis’s nose – well, when he managed to free at least one paw!

“Of course I must be suspicious…” He eyed the bulk under them, it didn’t look sharp or hard-edged. It looked like a pillow. That gave him an idea.

“Are you filling my pillows with feathers from strangers?” He asked, just to be pesky!


Divinatas – Oct 14, 2010 at 12:19 PM

“I don’t collect anyone’s feathers but yours…” she said slowly. After all, if she did it would a lot easier to get theirs. There were plenty of Death Angels losing their feathers all over parks.

Genesis pet the kitty Lucca, despite the paw on her nose. “Of course… how nice would it be to sleep with a pillow made of plush gold feathers! Don’t you think?”


Azul Morag – Oct 18, 2010 at 12:22 AM

“Not very nice,” the kitty replied, pulling his ears back a little. “I value them more on me…” He wriggled to free himself, despite he actually enjoyed the petting but hey, it was the principle of the matter!

“You can’t have a pillow of my feathers, I need them!”


Divinatas – Oct 25, 2010 at 4:59 AM

Genesis dropped the kitty-Lucca on the bed, before plopping down herself and crossing her arms. She scowled, even pouted. The jig was up and he guessed her plot. It’s not like she could get any feathers away from him while he was all furry anyway. It’d be easier to make kitty slippers, and she had no need for those.

“You have a million wings, all you would have to do is shake them a bit and plenty would fall out all on their own.”


Azul Morag – Nov 3, 2010 at 5:11 PM

The black Bombay cat cast Genesis a disbelieving and scandalized look.

“I don’t have a million wings!” He seemed very much offended. “They are only six, thank you! Besides, why do you need -my- feathers? You could use your own mixed with some kind of potpourri, for pillow guts.”

The kitty flicked an ear and plopped down to vigorously scratch behind his ear.

“So… did you actually drink the gin?”


Divinatas – Nov 5, 2010 at 3:09 PM

“A woman has to keep [i]some[/i] mysterious about why she does things involving feathers and gin.” After all, the wasn’t going to openly admit she was collecting his feathers for a pillow. As for the gin, she had forgotten all about it! It was probably somewhere still in the kitchen. Which meant, she forgot to clean up the evidence of her plot.

Standing sloooowly, she tip-toed her way off to the kitchen while he was busy scratching away at his ear.


Azul Morag – Nov 15, 2010 at 9:02 PM

Now [I]that[/I] statement from her got the Devil wondering about the strange and somewhat scary… if not kind of tantalizing possible meanings of her words! The cat stopped scratching and flicked his ears back… It felt wrong somehow. It was like when she had wanted to smoke and drink whiskey. Something was not quite right about her doing those things.

He eyed her with eyes like molten gold as she disappeared behind the threshold. “You better not be stealing from me!” He warned. “Specially gin and Belial’s brew…” He then muttered under his breath. The kitty rolled on the bed and when he sat up at the edge of it, he was again a tall and sinisterly handsome Roman. Who just happened to be the Devil. He calculated when she was in the kitchen and poofing out his wings, flapped them as much as the room’s size allowed in order to get some gold fluff float out of the room in her wake, just to spite her. He snickered at it, too. Why, it was fun in some nearly incomprehensible way! Poofing his wings off again, he went for his hidden stash of cigarettes to refill his silver ciggy case.


Divinatas – Nov 16, 2010 at 12:22 PM

Genesis rolled her eyes at his accusations of stealing. Sometimes he made it so tempting for her to try and take something. Just to see how riled up he might get about. Well, besides hiding his cigarettes. Little gold poofs of puffy feathers escaped out the bedroom door to follow her, and she was just as tempted to turn around and pounce on them to hide them away in her pockets. Better to not give him the satisfaction!

As she wandered in to the kitchen, she almost forgot what she had came in there for. But finding the bottle of gin still sitting out on the counter, she was quickly reminded. Genesis snatched it up and stashed it away back in the liquor cabinet. The one he though he had hidden so well from her along with it’s key. Either he didn’t hide things very well, or he enjoyed leaving keys in obvious hiding places to bewilder her.

“I’m going to [i]steal[/i] your chocolate, since you’re so convinced I’m thieving things.” She was already digging through his cabinets looking for that bag of chocolate chips. It was in there somewhere!


Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2010 at 8:09 AM

Lucca heard her from the bedroom. He smirked at the possibility that she would be miffed to find he only had… chips of dark, bitter chocolate and cocoa powder – only for the all too honest purpose of cooking. Like all magic-users with self respect, he was an able cook and he wasn’t shy or secretive about it. He pocketed his refilled silver ciggy case in one of the front pockets of his jeans (to make sure she couldn’t pickpocket him), pulled on a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to keep an eye on her from the kitchen door.

“I am here to bear witness to your thievery,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “Your boss won’t believe me anyway, so I suppose you will just do as you see fit.”


Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way [i]last[/i] time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” [i]Get[/i] being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.


Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way [i]last[/i] time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” [i]Get[/i] being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.


Azul Morag – Nov 27, 2010 at 9:56 PM

Lucca wrinkled his nose in distaste and took a step back. He smoothed out salt off his clothes looking all too much like an offended cat. Stealing his food and drink was something he could tolerate (okay, he was expecting it to happen anyway)… but tossing salt around the Devil in his own kitchen? That was just wrong.

“I refuse to be exorcised out of my own place,” he slowly said, in a way that made quite difficult to tell if he was really offended or if he was pretending in order to disturb her. “That is plain salt, by the way… all over your hair.”

He crossed the kitchen and plucked an apple from a bowl inside of it. He closed the fridge door and offered the apple to her.

“An apple would make you wiser,” he observed. “Make you discern evil from good. Why can’t you just ask for things? As long as it’s not a vice from some sort , I would give it to you.”


Divinatas – Nov 28, 2010 at 11:33 PM

“I am not trying to exorcise you.” she mumbled in defense while eying the apple he offered. For a moment she wondered if maybe it was poisoned. Not that she thought he might try to kill her, but he might put her to sleep like in Snow White so she’d stop terrorizing his kitchen.

Genesis took the apple after a second of thought and fell in to an unexpected grin. He’d probably assume it was suspicious, but it was a genuine smile. Someone who was insisting he was evil wouldn’t go offering her anything she asked for.

“So if I asked for a pillow case full of gold feathers I could have that?”


Azul Morag – Dec 2, 2010 at 8:18 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am glad you weren’t,” he observed. His smirk gave way to a smile. “I don’t see why not we could not dye duck feathers gold. I hear they make excellent pillows!”


Divinatas – Dec 3, 2010 at 6:08 AM

“I don’t see how turning yourself in to a duck and plucking all of your feathers is going to be easier than just shaking a few from you wings!” she responded in confusion.

…then she realized he meant an actual duck.

Genesis took a bite of the apple, and was promptly trying to tip toe away, regardless of him standing there staring at her. “…I think I’ll just settle for one of your normal pillows, then. Nevermind!”


Azul Morag – Dec 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM

Lucca’s smile disappeared; the mental image of himself being plucked bald, duck or not, was really disturbing! He stared at her, looking wronged and disturbed at the same time.

“Nevermind, you say. You were planning to pluck me?” Lucca raised an eyebrow. “Have -you- ever been plucked? It’s not fun, you know.”

He contemplated the fact that his son could have tried, but he didn’t consider it for long. Azazel seemed somehow… wary of her, maybe he would not want her feathers!


Divinatas – Dec 5, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stopped in the doorway and sloooowly turned around. “I do [i]not[/i] want to pluck you! Don’t be ridiculous.” Now he had put strange images in her head of being plucked herself. It didn’t sound pleasant at all. …but it’s not like she had intended to pluck anybody in the first place!

“I just meant to collect the ones you shook out. There’s not any need for plucking. ….But that’s okay, I am just going to go get one of your pillows instead.”


Azul Morag – Dec 6, 2010 at 8:43 PM

Lucca raised his eyebrows, looking skeptical.

“If I shed enough feathers for a pillow just by shaking my wings, I would surely be sick and dying… which as you now, is not happening.” His eyes dimmed slightly. He made a pause.

“Why do you want another pillow, anyway?” He went back to the fridge to examine its contents. “When you have more than ten pillows, they roll together and turn into a Michelin man.”

He spied her from the corner of his eye to see her reaction…


Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 2:12 AM

Genesis looked suddenly disturbed before she paused to eye him with disbelief. “That’s not true… ” she said slowly. “…I’ve always had many pillows and they never turned in to monsters…”

Well. There was that ONE time. But that was a client’s fault! She was pretty sure.

Finally she scowled, stomping off for the bedroom.

“That’s it! I’m sleeping here! I don’t want to be eaten by Michelin Monsters or Giant Plush Demons!”


Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 7:49 AM

Lucca bit his lip to prevent a smile… till she stomped out of the kitchen, heading for the bedroom! Lucca stared at the milk carton and wondered if he could lure her out of the bedroom with a mug of cocoa.

“But the Michelin Man is friendly?” He called after her. “He even writes gourmet travel guides. I thought you like good food!”

Lucca plucked a cigarette out of his silver cigarette case and carefully pocketed the case again. A flick of his favorite lighter and a soft puff of smoke floated in the air; whatever he was smoking, it wasn’t commercial… and smelled of nutmeg, and tobacco.

“Yet again, you would probably exploit him and make him take you to dinner everyday.”


Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stalked herself all the way to the bedroom, where she kicked off her shoes, lept in to bed and promptly hid under the covers. …and kicked all the pillows in to the floor on opposite ends of the bed so they wouldn’t converge together in to a giant plushie man.

“People that write gourmet travel guides try weird things all the time! Like pork brains and fish and olive pizza!” she grumbled to herself. “…I’m not eating any olive pizza with monsters.”


Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 10:10 PM

Lucca wondered why he seemed resigned to the fact that she was camping in his bed by now. Leaving a trail of curling and uncurling smoke spires in his wake, he moved to the living room to lounge on the sofa. Resting against a pile of lethal cushions, he turned on the TV and tried to find something worth watching. There was some chef cooking something peculiar with a young model watching his work with eyes open wide, as big as salad dishes. Lucca frowned disapprovingly and switched to the next channel. It wasn’t much better. It was a man demonstrating how olives were pitted and stuffed with red bellpepper filling, in order to make a salad arrangement that looked like a thousand eyes in a pyramid, placed over roman lettuce and tomato cut like flowers. Lucca wondered who would need that many olives!

“Don’t come to the living room!” He warned out loud.


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