| Like all True Love... Pairing: Lucifer/Boromir Fandom: The Prophecy/LOTR Warnings: Pseudo religion that should not exist. A/N: I. Am. Insane. This is the product of watching The Prophecy staring the exquisite Viggo as Lucifer three times in one day. Then spending the rest marathoning the LOTR extended editions. What you have is a strange product of mixed pseudo Christian and Middle Earth religion that should really, never be used in the same context. But there you go. Tolkien is probably spinning in his grave, and I apologise profusely to the good professor for writing such brilliant work so I could taint it in my ignorance. ~ ~ ~ The pain of arrows sinking into flesh wasn't something that could be brushed aside. After three of them pulling at your organs you realise death is a dearer friend than even the comrades at your back. You continue as it is more important to keep fighting. The world goes hazy into blurs of colours and hulking shapes and yet still there is movement in your limbs though your thoughts have long settled on your doom. The face of the man you hate and love and respect looming above you as green fades to grey. "My brother, captain, my king." The great rush of the waterfalls and the brilliant white of death. Yet, even this last journey of Boromir, Captain of the White City was interrupted. He could not define when the siren call of the Valar and the light to the Hall of Mandos were cut from him. He could barely define himself at that point, lost in beauty and spiralling freedom. When it came, it was a lurch that shook his world, the vibrant green of life viewed through death suddenly empty and black and the ecstasy of freedom mutating into the darkest feeling of fear. It weighted upon him, dragging him down in clouds of doubt and the void of hollowness from which there was no escape. With a sob of pain he was thrust back into a shell of skin and bones and all the senses of humanity. "Wake up." A hand slapped him. Boromir's eyes opened to see the face he had just left. "Aragorn?" "So that is who you see me as. Interesting." The man with Aragorn's face drew back, and Boromir would see he had been kneeling beside him. "I regret to say, I am not the golden souled boy whom you speak of." A hand was thrust in his face. "Get up Boromir. We have much to do and an eternity to do them in. Come with me." Boromir looked at the standing figure of a man, the strange clothes of darkest night, impossibly clean for the lands of Middle Earth. The sun blazed behind him, scorching over the dry sand on which he stood. They were in the middle of a desert yet it didn't feel like a desert should. "Who are you?" "I, am the bringer of light, the first fallen among the gods and angels." He tilted his head. "Lucifer if you prefer." "Lucifer." Boromir looked at the hand still hanging in the air in front of his face. "Why have you pulled me from death?" "So many questions!" The hand pulled at his and suddenly Boromir was standing. "Don't fret so much, enjoy your afterlife!" "Why." Boromir repeated, looking down on himself. His clothes were not the garbs he had donned for three months; they were foreign and as immaculate and sharply tailored as Lucifer's. His forehead was brought to touch Lucifer's the familiar blue grey eyes boring into his skull with even more intensity than before. "Why? Because I have been banished to this world that is not my own, so repulsive to He whom I love that I warrant to be put on an entirely separate plane to contain me. Men, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, you creatures of this Middle Earth have become my entertainment. Even your gods, your Valar are a dim replication of myself and my still much adored brothers. Your world is my cage, the seeming void where my power only reigns over constructed, disgustingly simple evil." Lucifer's hand slid into Boromir's hair. "Like the humans, I feel no love for the creatures of Middle Earth. I hate you above all things, you with your innate goodness, where war is a necessity only to remind everyone of my domain and not the petty dealings of your own stagnate hearts." Boromir sucked in a breath as he was shoved away, having been mesmerised by the being's speech, by the power in those eyes. The touch that lingered on him did not fit, struck him as wrong by its sheer existence yet he was entranced by it and helplessly lured by the searing warmth the touch caused him. Lucifer gazed at him, his voice lowering to a hiss. "And yet I love you like I love him for you are the manifestation of my ego, that I should warrant enough care for him to create you for me." He leaned closer, pressing his lips to Boromir's brow words muffled against the stench of humanity. "This plane is torture for me, it rips me apart with its contradictions and its unceasing, relentless strive to continue and evolve. This is love that will not wither so long as I can be kept here. Love is meaningless without hate and hate hurts, Boromir, when one cannot hate in peace." "I-I do not understand. Why have you chosen me?" Lucifer smiled, and drew away. "The need to quench loneliness is the weakness of all beings, especially myself. I embody those things that make mortals weak, the sins which make them lesser and yet the most highly regarded of all His creations." "You want my company?" Boromir said somewhat incredulously. Lucifer laughed. "Nothing so simple or pure." Boromir did not ask. Instead he patted himself down in a morbid search for wounds he already knew were not there and checked for weapons he already knew he did not have. He was slapped once again. "Come spirit. Mortality has rejected you, your soul is mine now." Boromir's eyes followed the strutting figure, watching as the steps made by the being looked more like dancing than walking. The ground shivered over Lucifer's feet, curving around the touch of boot on ground as the air ripped open in front of him, a gaping hole in reality. Boromir swallowed, looking away from that void of darkness. Lucifer's voice carried over like a caress and a lash. "Come Boromir. Middle Earth awaits us to create havoc upon its disgustingly peaceful shores." Boromir took one step forward and stopped. "What if I refuse? What would happen to me then? Would I die?" The oddly seductive laughter drifted into Boromir's hearing. "You would choose death over me? I'm affronted. Offended. Insulted! All manner of unpleasant things you should never hope I feel." In flash he was there in front of Boromir, mouth blowing breaths over the skin on former man's neck. "Should you refuse me, and you shall not, I will eat you, your soul shall drown in my darkness so that not even your precious Valar can touch you." Boromir inhaled as the being stepped back, fighting the urge to shake. Lucifer smiled beguilingly at him. "Not that they could in the first place. I can easily do the same to them. The difference is, oh fortunate spirit, I have chosen YOU to be my companion for the ages, or this age at least." "Do you ever quieten?" Boromir muttered, gathering his courage for the decision, knowing there was never much question which path he would take. Again the lull of that laughter. "Oh never. Freedom for speech is the foundation for whence evil and choice spawn. It was the reason I lost the love that still stabs my heart and fuels my hate. As much as it will be the reason you shall hate me and love me like no other creature. Isn't it wonderful?" Boromir didn't say anything, only walked forward eyes riveted on the gaping hole. Lucifer's hand closed around his wrist, the graceful contours of Aragorn's healer hands transformed into a wicked limb of long claw like fingers and undetermined frightening strength. "Chosen wisely." "Chosen without the presumption of choice," Boromir returned quickly, bringing all the resentful feelings associated with that face, that voice. It was somehow suiting that the man who now controlled his very existence wore his face. The eyes bore into his mind, the same probing sense of having his mind invaded like so many others had done before. Only this time it ran a shock throughout his entire body instead of just his head. Lucifer's lips lifted in lascivious welcome. "Come spirit." Boromir closed his eyes as he was pulled through the void, felt the world shrink and widen at once around him. Lucifer's voice pressed into his senses. "Entertain me." ~ Fini ~ |