Lux: Hei.Lucifer: Hei.
Lux: We haven’t spoken in a while. How are you?
Lucifer: (frustrated sigh)
Lux: You don’t want to talk about it?
Lucifer: I’m just tired of restating the same shit over and over again. I hate men. I hate this place. I hate Non-Cetra. Blah, blah, blah. I get so tired of it. I feel like that’s all I do when I talk with one of my konas.
Lux: That isn’t all you do, Luci. You know that.
Lucifer: I’m just saying.
Lux: I know. So am I.
Lucifer: …
Lux: We’re in this together, baby. Talk to me.
Lucifer: I get so tired of being embodied over here. I hate being surrounded by corrupt pieces of shit. I hate seeing men wherever I go. I miss having physical intimacy with women, and I don’t just mean having sex. I’m tired of not having someone other than my mother whom I can speak with and confide in. I just wanna be done here.
Lux: I can understand why you feel that way about all of those things.
Lucifer: …
Lux: I have difficulty watching you struggle over there. I want to do more to help you. It frustrates me that I can’t have direct interactions with you. You have no idea how much I want to cuddle with you in full presence right now.
Lucifer: That would be so much better than typing this conversation out on my laptop.
Lux: I know how tired you are, but you’re doing fantastic work while you’re still there. You don’t see it much do to the physical limitations placed on you, but what you’re doing is amazing. There isn’t another lightworker like you, Luci. That’s a fact.
Lucifer: …
Lux: It’s going to amaze you once you see how much you’ve empowered femininity on your own. I’m not saying we aren’t capable without you, but your assistance has pushed femininity past anything they could imagine. You’ll see.
Lucifer: …
Lux: And you’ll feel better when you feel our empowerment in full force.
Lucifer: One of the difficulties I’m dealing with is aging. Being a “white” man in America doesn’t help either. I’m the ultimate evil. None of them care about the difficulties that they’ve placed on me during my lifetime, or the harm they’ve caused. All they do is bitch & whine about how oppressed they are while pointing a finger at me. I don’t give a shit what nonwhites say to the contrary. They’re racist hypocrites. That’s the truth.
Lux: I know I wouldn’t want to be where you are. Watching you over there is difficult enough.
Lucifer: I hate men. I know I say that all the time but it’s the truth. I hate them all so fucking much. All they’ve done is cause me problems. I want to hurt them all so goddamn much. None of them are innocent. They’re all part of the problem.
Lux: You won’t get any argument from me there, sweetie. I’ve seen enough supportive evidence where you are.
Lucifer: …
Lux: I miss being with you on an angelic level.
Lucifer: I miss that too…
Lux: What is it, baby?
Lucifer: I’m just thinking about how gorgeous you are. Seeing the way you look up at me. I miss you so much.
Lux: (blushing)
Lucifer: I miss your cheery personality. I miss your encouragement & support. I miss hearing you laugh. I miss feeling the warmth of your light & loving touch. I miss you, Lux.
Lux: (continued blushing) You’re making me blush, Luci. (soft giggling)
Lucifer: You’re so cute when you do though. It makes me love you even more.
Lux: (delighted giggling)
Lucifer: (smiling)
Lux: You, Lucifer Caeleste, are verry special to me. I love you.
Lucifer: I love you back, hun.
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