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"What a bleak landscape." The man says, the green tinted eyes slots in his Beak shaped mask glimmering in the faint sunlight.
The landscape ahead is bleak, the grass only slightly green, the trees dead, dying or barely holding onto life.
"Yet. The sky still holds hope. Those beautiful stars."
"Oh. So. Beautiful."
Sunlight spills into the room as the sound if someone opening the curtains comes from the window.
"Get up dear, it's getting late." Lucifer says, gently poking him in the cheek.
"Alright I'm up, I'm up." Taker says, swatting away her hand.
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"So, how was it?" Taker asks.
"I got in of course! Who wouldn't take me?" Azazel says, her voice full of pride for herself.
"You right. What college wouldn't want you?"
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"Well, I guess this is it then." Taker says, looking at the grave of his best friend.
"Oh come on, it was just a skeleton." Malina says with exasperation.
"He was the best skeleton. Though."
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"A gym? You sure they'll have heavy enough weights?"
"They should, and if not then I'll just have to add more reps, right justice?" Judgement says.
"Course! A lack of weights won't stop us!"
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"Our daughter did pretty well, you know?"
"Yeah, I knew she'd like baseball, just like her pops."
Taker says, looking out as the small figure smacks the baseball full force, sending flying before making a full sprint.
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"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Lucifer looks at him with concern in her eyes, the fireplace illuminating her skin.
"Are you sure? You looked pretty out of it." She asks.
"Really, I'm fine."
"If you say so, now do you want anything special for dinner? I was thinking since it's the thirty third anniversary of us all soon we should take it easy." She asks, rocking in her arm chair.
"Good idea, I'll think of something we can make together. Now make sure to tell Azazel it's happening though. You know how she is with these things."
"Hah, yeah. She is forgetful."
Lucifer slowly stands up, stretching her arms out.
"Your lucky you know, most humans don't have the luxury of living as long as we do."
"Yeah, well I've got you to blame for that."
Lucifer chuckles before walking towards the kitchen door. Grabbing her purse along the way.
"True, now make sure you get some rest. I'll be a while so you have plenty of time."
Taker closes his eyes, taking in the heat of the fire. The sound of Lucifer's footsteps fading. Nothing but the crackle and occasionally spurt of the burning logs filling the silence.
"Your little smile. It's all that I remember."