[ Lucifer moves but Esther doesn't immediately follow, turning to look at Francis one last time, something steeled and determined in her eyes. Her apprentice doesn't know the whole story of how long she and Lucifer have been side by side, of how there was an apprentice before him, one that fell far too quickly and readily under the grinding gears of his own powers. There's a lot that binds Esther Wohlenchik to the Morning Star and it's more than just magic, more than simply time. Some of that true weight and responsibility shows now in her eyes as she looks at him and it's perhaps obvious for the first time ever to Francis that this is a woman who would quite readily follow the devil straight down into hell if he needed her to.
She nods one, an affirmation. ] Believe in him. It'll make him stronger, [ Esther says and it's not touchy-feely or maudlin in any way, it's just fact.
Then she's turning, her coat rustling behind her as she climbs the steps to the mouth of the museum. Within, the Grigori are couched in shadows, tucked away and hidden by magic and dastardly means. Esther herself cannot see the glyphs that hide them, nor the rites and ruins and so she lingers a decent distance behind as she follows.
The exhibition is in its own special wing of the museum and so they head there, the lights low save for a few dimmed floods here and there. ]
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She nods one, an affirmation. ] Believe in him. It'll make him stronger, [ Esther says and it's not touchy-feely or maudlin in any way, it's just fact.
Then she's turning, her coat rustling behind her as she climbs the steps to the mouth of the museum. Within, the Grigori are couched in shadows, tucked away and hidden by magic and dastardly means. Esther herself cannot see the glyphs that hide them, nor the rites and ruins and so she lingers a decent distance behind as she follows.
The exhibition is in its own special wing of the museum and so they head there, the lights low save for a few dimmed floods here and there. ]