Claimers: Me, mine, I own them.
Title: Downer own the line, not me.
Lyrics: Veruca Salt own the lines from
"New York Mining Disaster 1996". Applies to Lucy.
There was a love.
I shot it down.
There was a trust.
I shot it down.
There was a life.
I shot it down.
Lucy's POV
LaOC LXII - Run For Your Life
'Has it got sugar in, Bee?'
She nods as I take a sip.
I love the way the cooks get it all frothy.
I'll let Bee assume I think it's her who makes it.
Let her feel important.
'Luce. What are we going to do about the net? Technology
said the souls we've caught will all materialise in the next day. We really
did think we'd be catching human souls. We had no idea we'd catch the
lost Angels and minions. I didn't know it was possible. I thought their
souls vanished into the ether.'
I recline my seat and put my feet on the desk.
This is all I need.
First the problems with Elle, and now this.
Seems like Discord may not be as dead as we first
thought.
Not if we're catching dead Angels souls!
I stop my eyes rolling but a grimace escapes.
'I thought their souls disappeared too. That's always
been the case. This is going to mean a lot of problems for us, Bee. I'm
getting a headache. Especially since I may have to tell, Elle, about this.'
Not yet though.
Not until we've caught them all--if that's even possible.
Don't want to tell her we may be able to get
Discord back if we can't catch her in the net.
'Oh. Forgot to say. A new one materialised. Love
the whole soul-body memory thing. The way it grows back is cool, in a
seriously freaky way. Anyway. New one. Aurora.'
Great.
Fabu-fucking-lous!
Couldn't we have got some of my "dead" minions first?
To make it easy?
No.
We have to get Elle's Angels.
'I need help on this one, Bee. All this is confusing
me.'
I speed dial technology and call one of them down.
I take deep breaths while I wait for him.
Don't want to lose my temper when it was me who ordered
the whole project to go ahead.
Not that I understood it.
Thought it would be fun.
Never knew I'd have to get what we were doing.
That's why I employ technology geeks.
To do this trivial annoying stuff.
With a knock on my door he comes in.
'John. You have to explain this whole net thing to us.
Begin. Make it the idiots guide as I've had very little sleep.'
'The net? It's easy. The soul has a slight difference
in particle charge and spin to...'
Nerds.
I hate them.
'John? Idiots guide, remember?'
'Sorry. Got it. The soul has a different pattern to
the charges everywhere else in the world. It's different to cats, dogs,
flowers, everything. The net is tuned to catch these particles. Everyone's
soul has a slightly different set up of charges, like... DNA. It's unique.
So when we catch them we can store all the tiny bits until we get all
of it. Then we put it in the stasis tube, set the electronics up and it
reassembles itself. Simple.'
I rub my temples as I take another sip of my latté.
I need to get back to check on Elle soon.
I don't like leaving her alone for too long.
With this news maybe her depression might lift.
Saying that, mine is going to sink lower.
'I understand that. But why have we caught Angels?'
He screws his face up as he nods slowly.
'Yeah. Been talking to the gang about that.
Not sure. We thought that once one of us lot died that was it. The. End.
It looked like, when we died, the particles lost their charge and were
gone forever. Sort of similar to when you've had a rechargeable battery
for ten years. After a while it won't charge up anymore. Well, that's
what we thought anyway. We need to look into this some more.
I think we might have got some of the calculations wrong. You know, rounded
up when we should have rounded down.'
'Fine. Get the information to, Bee. Also...'
Why I'm even thinking about this is a mystery.
I'm the Devil.
All super-dooper evil.
But that's just it.
It gets so tiring being bad for millions of years.
And I hate being predictable.
'... do another sweep. Take the entire Earth's power
if you have to. I want the net to catch every Angel and minion soul that's
out there.'
I wave my hand and he leaves.
'Bee? I need to be on my own. Go and play in the tar
pits or something. Tease Luke for me. He probably misses the attention.'
She nods and leaves me to complete silence.
Time to think.
I'm the Devil.
And I'm in love with God.
And I think I could get her.
It's bad thinking this way, but with Discord out of
the way, given a few years mourning, I know she could love me.
We never had a chance before.
Not with that Angel always on the periphery.
But now?
Now I have the ideal opportunity to go after what I
want.
And what am I doing?
Bringing my main competition back.
Saying that.
I don't have to tell anyone I have her.
And if I do get her.
I don't have to let her live.
Complete u-turn of goodness.
Look at that.
And with that plan, Satan is back.