It started with the spiraling smoke of the cigarettes at the lips of all three of the living beings circled around a fire in front of a tunnel as they sat in the seating arrangements the men had stolen. Ez sat in silence, unknowing of what she should or shouldn't say. The man with black hair, Cortain, raised his head and smirked some, throwing out a recommendation to her.

"If I were you, I wouldn't listen to anything Raven has to say, he's tripping really bad"

Ez suddenly looked slightly confused, her head tipping aside when she heard this, and saw Raven (Lucifer) give a soft look of distaste towards Cortain.

"...Tripping?"

Cortain cocked a brow and stared at her for a moment before looking to Lucifer, and nodded slightly as he crossed his arms when he lent back.

"Y'know.. Tripping. Acid.. the man, dropped acid."

Ez nodded and then shrugged puffing at her menthol once more, blowing it towards the sky of fading light,

"I knew what you meant, I was confused on why you would tell someone you just met such a thing, though that is entirely your choice, I guess."

Cortain bit his lip softly, and looked back at his companion, of which was distracted, zoning out with his entrancing eyes so, very focused, directed at the flames in front of him. Ez smiled at the man, oddly amused by the actions the man now portrayed, a small 'hah' slipping from her pale pink lips. Her attention was drawn back when Cortain moved his hand outward in front of her, a few small, filmy tabs laying in his palm. She stared at them, before her eyes wandered upward to fall upon Cortain in a questioning gaze. He gave a single nod and she moved her small hand upward, pressing her finger tips against them in a testing manner. He narrowed his eyes slightly eventually growing impatient before she gave in to her own temptation and pulled two or three away from him, placing them upon her tongue. She didn't give in due to the gaze that she had been given, but to her own want, her own need. She missed the way these things made her feel, though here it is now, placed right in front of her. There was now no reason to hold back, given back artificial freedom was the best feeling she'd ever had.

Bitter. Sweet. Sour. Numbing. She had it all again, just placing it on the tip of her tongue, feeling it dissolve, she begun her wait into a synthetic paradise. Cortain couldn't help but grin when he watched her do this and used the back of his hand to smack the arm of Lucifer, who jerked back to reality and looked over in soft confusion and held his hands against his thighs.


"Wha?- What're doing?"

Cortain moved his hand over the bag he pulled psychedelics from and Lucifer stared at her momentarily and laughed softly.

"Might as well git goin for the rest of the night then"

She once more seemed confused, shifting to lean back in the make shift seat; a pile of feathers and old pillows, covered with today's, stolen clean blanket. Lucifer flicked open the tarp shielding the opening of the tunnel to let a small glimpse of the "homemade home". Stolen goods pulled it together to let it appear such as so much more. Carpets lain down, seats, it seemed like any small apartment would. This seemed slightly shocking to her, though she was truly impressed by this. Lucifer momentarily reappeared, a pill bottle clicking noisily in his sweatshirt pocket before he tossed it to the other man who held a piece of glass. She gripped the blanket under her when he pulled out a knife like there had been once before and she felt her heart leap up into her throat. She was not ready for this again, though she let out a heavy breath of relief when she saw him dump out several of the pills, using the flat edge of the knife to press into and crush the pills, using the blade itself to chop them into a fine dust. The knife faintly screeched against the glass below it every now and again as he parted the dust into three different, thick, white lines. One for each; she had no idea where this night would head though at this point she was beginning to forget if she had any care of what they had intentions of, or what intentions they may have.

Fun. Fun. Numb. Fun. Just a little more. This is what replayed in her head over and over as she lent in to the glass in the palm of the man, holding it close to his chest. She felt his soft breath brushing against the top of her head and she pressed one nostril closed, and tipped her head along as she went up the line. The white powdered pill disappeared up her nose, and as her head lifted, the back of her hand wiping at her nose, her face rested an inch from Cortain's. He stared at her; emotionless, pupils dilated, body medicated, reality slipping slowly from them all. He smelled of sage and rain, dragging her in, though she forced herself to feel disgusted and jerked away, telling herself "No. No. No. Not High." Her body dropped back as she let herself succumb to the numbness, her eyes flickering across the now light absent sky. Darkness now concealed the quiet world; how could she have let this much time fly? She no longer cared. The dark sky slowly begun to become a twisted canvas like Vangoughs' famous painting. She was flying higher than she had in a long time, but she knew there was more to come, and she didn't want to stop either. She was ready for every breath to be an inhale of toxic air.

Lucifer pulled himself to stand from his seat, and linked his strength riveted arm with hers, pulling her to her feet. He pulled her away from the oasis in the landscape of her mind, her eyes flickering over his empty gaze, her head spinning before she steadied herself, a grin peaking over her face, before her plump pink lips parted into a small uncontrolled giggle as she stared at him. Lucifer too, broke into a soft chuckle and looked to his companion, Cortain, before back to Ezmeraylia, letting a whisper escape his mouth,

"Let's bring hell into heaven before the devil knows we're here"

Her eyes followed between the two men before she felt her head nod absently in agreement to the mayhem they suggested. She slipped from Lucifer's grip and followed them as they ventured in front of her, her feet carrying her forward without a single regret, not a second thought, this was her night to be free within her own mind. Her trip blinded eyes, didn't let her realize how far they had really gone, for the had reached the edge of town, right before they had come to a path that stretched out to touch the edge of the nearly man-untouched lake. She felt a flurry of her own hands removing her own shoes, then off with her pants, stripping down nearly bare, just to her undergarments. Her white lace thirty six D sized bra, and matching underwear, her pale dewy skin glinting in the light of the ebony moon, body toned, fit, and thin, but what caught the men's attention the most was the scars that were leaping from the top of her thighs, nearly down to her knees, these they knew were not from anyone but herself. Though, in this flurry of damaged skin, a blade other than her own had obviously kissed her delicate body, scars upon scars were hugging the surface, some deep, others deeper, along her hips, stomach, sides, and back. She seemed not to care a wink as she begun to push past the men, ignoring the discomfort they held thinking of the sinful things they previously had been. They muttered briefly between each other before Lucifer was the one to give in and remove his shoes, then his shirt, staring after her in question, almost to ask if she was okay. Her finger tips flittered through the water, but in her eyes it was like a giant puddle, and she was a single rain drop, the water was the color of the sunset, and she saw dragons, mottled with brilliant blues, and golds, and silvers, dancing between the waves that came from gremlins dancing at the shore.

Her head was spinning left, but she was spinning right, and in this moment everything felt okay to her, breathing at ease, as it felt like it was just her, the two men, and the empty world. Her lips and tongue tingled, as if a puppet made of peppermint locked lips with her, but she had no care. She waited, the water teasing at her just above the knee, cascading upward when Lucifer had stumbled in this giant puddle, and made himself a raindrop, sending droplets running down her cheeks, chest, and stomach. When the crystalline flakes of water hit her skin, her breath hitched and was momentarily unable to escape her mouth, before her back arched and she lent forward with a small laugh, cupping her hand, dipping it into the lake she stood in, to splash at Lucifer, her lavender eyes dancing with a light sense of freedom; She was flying high. She jerked to more awareness when she felt the hand of the man facing her, grab her wrist. He lent away from her, his arm tugging her with him, making her stumble into the water, leaving her unable to catch herself before she slipped into the shallow hug of the marine blanket around her. She burst back above the surface, raising her hand to brush it back through her sopping wet hair, to clear her lavender eyes as she continued to stare at the man that pulled her down. The granules of sand, still stuck against her knees from the stumble she'd fallen into, clinging to her pale skin with every bit of effort that each grain had. Lucifer cocked his head back, holding his arm over his stomach as he burst into laughter, reminding her much of a wild pack of coyotes singing to the moon. Her arms swung out to her sides like a turn pike, back and forth, like there was some sort of objective ahead of her while she ventured further into the water. She heard loud splashing behind her as Lucifer realized the absence that she had left in front of him, and ventured after her. A small shriek escaped her mouth in a fluster of panic, before she realized there was no true danger to her. She had no time to react before she felt his arms clasp tightly around her waist in a playful game, lifting her out of the water, her legs kicking to spray water through the air, making the crystal lake ripple, like gold leaf folding over a bed a powdered diamonds in her eyes. The fish that scattered below the surface were like darts of colors dripping from a rainbow, holding her stare for some time, before she felt her body jolt upward, and Lucifer's grip release, sending her petite frame straggling through the air, higher than originally anticipated, or at least that's what it felt like, she felt as though she was a bird, spreading her wings as the begun to glide. She folded her arms across her chest as her body rotated to fall onto her back, disappearing into the water. She rested where she could no longer feel her feet sink into the sand when she stood, but she wanted this. It was like she disappeared from the world, like she had prayed for, for so many, aching years. Her tightly wrapped arms unfolded, and it felt like a shaken up soda can being opened; so much pressure, finally released. The moon shining over the surface drew a sense of ease in the absence of oxygen, she was part of the galaxy in this moment. The stars danced around her like she was one of their own, the interstellar world wrapping her in a hug so cold, her lips becoming numb like she had just kissed a brick of ice, creeping over her fingertips, into her toes, through her chest. She was brought to reality when her head rushed with the icy feeling that she let the rest of her body succumb to, choking on the air she no longer had left to hold. Splashing broke her focus on the world of numbness she wanted to hold on to, letting the numbness go, her body grew stiff once more, her muscles aching as she clawed to the surface. A breath pounding into her chest like a stab in the throat, the cold water filling her lungs as she barely broke through the water. Lucifer waded just a few feet away staring after her in concern, his head tipped to the side like a confused puppy dog. She heaved out a cough, letting the water she previously inhaled pool out of her mouth, this was her favorite thing to do, test her limits. The cold water was her serenity, withstanding the lack of oxygen more so than most others could dream of.

The night carried on for what felt like forever, until the sun peaked from beyond the mountain range, the sound of soft voices, and horses hooves clicking on the cobble streets beginning to emerge once more. The little town coming back to life in the early morning as everyone begun to open their shops to the traders and every passer-by. Disappearing into tunnels below the small town like they had that night, giving in to the ache and the fatigue that finally hit them, like a full speed locomotive. Reality, slipping away, like a scratched record stuck on-stuck-stuck on re-stuck on repeat, stuttering over its own rhythm.

She was falling