3714/Lips at the Lux

Lips at the Lux
Date of Scene:	06 October 2020
Location:	Lux
Synopsis:	Kurt and Amanda go to see Lucifer. Amanda gets her mouth back and a little extra info besides.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Amanda Sefton, Kurt Wagner
Tinyplot:	Zodiac Rising

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Lucifer has posed:
It's a late Sunday -- well, more like Monday morning, now -- as Lux tends to roar with a strong night-life quite late. Still, it doesn't run for all hours, and as the night wanes into early morning, the club empties. Sunday nights are not heavy nights, either, as most patrons have to think about work the next day. Still, for some, that is a problem for the tomorrow-version of them. Now is still a party.

Lux is not prone to stumbling drunks, so those exiting are capable, and there are no exterior fights. At least one person steps out the door and vanishes into a coil of darkness, though: Lux is prone to having supernatural patrons. Employees begin to clean up and shut down.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
There's a resonant pop in front of the club -- BAMF! -- when Kurt and Amanda teleport from her Upper West Side appartment to arrive before Lux. The sorceress keeps her cell phone, with it's handy streetview image of the building, in her hand as the sulphur smell quickly dissipates. She merely swipes away from the image to pull up a note app.

She is garbed in full Daytripper regalia: less spandex, more leather. A rich blue hooded frock coat over red bodice and matching trousers. She also has a mask over the lower half of her face.

Don't want to scare the locals.

When the arrive. Amanda takes Kurt's hand briefly and gives it a squeeze in thanks. Then, she looks towards the door and starts towards it. No time like the present.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Even in New York City there are always dark little corners to be found, places just outside the circle of illumination cast by overhead streetlights. Kurt has a gift at finding those spots when he is teleporting about. Part of it no doubts ties to his natural coloring -- he naturally blends into shadows and some instinct gives him a knack for finding those places to disappear from casual observation. Especially when he first *bamfs* into a new locale. So while his mode of transportation might come with it's own unique sound -- and smell -- at least they aren't easy to spot.

At least not at first. Until they step out of the shadows and into the lights in front of the club. After that, well, they aren't exactly dressed to blend. At least not when it comes to most scenes. Perhaps this place is a little different. The fuzzy blue elf eyes the people that seem to flood out of the club as the hours creeps later and later. He hasn't bothered with a mask -- it probably wouldn't help that much -- but apparently being with Amanda in hers just makes people assume he too is rocking the costume tonight. Hey, he even gets compliments on his look from a few people who are clearly partially inebriated, even if not falling down drunk.

Either way, Kurt has a faintly bemused expression on his face, walking beside the blonde sorceress. "Interesting place," he comments, the corners of his mouth twitching ever so slightly as they cross the threshold.

Lucifer has posed:
At the main door, two patrons in very short skirts, carrying their heels until they get outside to the pavement, walk out, laughing and blowing kisses to the bouncer employee at the door. He smirks but mostly ignores them. They stare at Kurt in particular but move on. The approach of Amanda and Kurt gets a direct look from the bouncer. "We're closed for the night," he provides evenly. "Open this evening at nine-thirty PM." He did, however, notice the interesting attire, the fuzziness, and once they're a little closer, he adds, "Unless you have pre-arranged business."

The bouncer is used to odd people and odd meetings here at Lux, and it shows in the shift towards 'expectation'. He himself has some very subtle traits that might edge into the demonic in source.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda can, in fact, chuckle. And she does when she hears Kurt's assessment of the place. Her thumbs tap over her screen. "You have no idea," she writes. Once he's read it, though, she wipes it out. On some level, though, his appearance is only remarkable here insofar as most of the 'other demons' can hide their more exotic appearances.

When they're (unsurprisingly) stopped by the bouncer, Amanda's thumbs flit over her screen again. She shows the bouncer the screen. It reads: "Please tell Luci Amanda Sefton is here to see him regarding a matter we discussed earlier."

It's not pre-arranged, no. But she doesn't particularly feel the need to elaborate. Besides, if worst comes to worst, she has a teleporter with her and isn't really afraid to cause a scene. It might not be her *best* option, by far... but when you gotta improvise? You take what you can get.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Kurt is unphased both by the attention and the bounce. He is used to people staring of course -- and many of those stares can be far more hostile then those that he is collecting here tonight. And the bouncer? Well, this looks like a higher end job and no doubt he's good at his job. But worse comes to worst they can just wait until his back is turned, or step around the corner and they pretty much have an all access pass. Sometimes it pays to cheat.

The fuzzy blue elf suspects that won't be necessary however, at least not when Amanda produces her cellphone and the little note app. He very much doubts that they would be here if the blonde sorceress didn't think that they would be able to find help -- not with time as tight as it is afterall. He suspects that, pre-arranged meeting or not they will be inside shortly. He doesn't mind waiting a few extra seconds to do things the 'right way'. He just flashes that smile, fangs and all.

Though he is curious to meet this 'Luci'.

Lucifer has posed:
Skeptical, the bouncer does lean in to look at the screen, his eyes narrowing a little bit mostly just with the intent to read it. He might not have extreme eyesight; there's some ruddy colored rings around his eyes. He is probably employed more for attributes that don't involve that, such as looking like a tank.

His gaze flicks over them both, but he does call over his shoulder without turning. "Minnie, we got two for the boss."

A woman emerges, looking them over, but beckons simply and sashsays inside, assuming they will follow. The interior of Lux, now emptied, features that the house's full lights are coming up, as some employees and cooks move through. Amanda and Kurt are glanced at by the staff but mostly ignored, as Minnie leads them. She's texting on her phone as she does, skilled with one hand. It makes the little 'boop!' sent noise. "I've let him know, but I don't know that he'll see you," Minnie says. "You can wait at the---"

From the upper landing, though, the man Amanda wanted to meet surfaces from an elevator that presumably goes up through the building into the private levels. "Ms. Sefton! Brought me a new puzzle, dare I hope? Come up," Lucifer greets, all smiles, from the upper landing. The man can project, his voice carries. He's intensely confident, highly pleasant, and certainly a lord of the club. In addition, he is entirely lacking a shirt under his otherwise immaculate suit jacket at this point of the night. There's an aura of relaxed ease around Lucifer, that things will be /just fine/.

"Same room as before work for you?"

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda lets out a 'hmph' sound through her nose that's halfway between a dry chuckle and a groan. Yeah. The devilish club mogul has no idea what fun she's bringing tonight. She's just hoping she won't end up owing her soul, after this -- not because he's ever given any indication of desiring it (Nessa didn't strike her as the soul-selling type), but just because it's been that sort of night.

Nevertheless, she nods at his suggestion of the room they were in before. She knows it's quiet and private. Whatever else its purpose may be, that's enough for now. Glancing back to Kurt, assured he's with her, she makes her way up the stairs towards Lucifer. She'd introduce them, but... One thing at a time. She'd like to use her voice for that.

Once they're in the room, she takes a moment to type on that little screen again. "Bad night. Mishap. Could use some help." She shows Luci her screen, and then pulls down her half-mask.

The bottom half of her face is entirely smooth. Two eyes and a nose up top. No lips below.

Another few taps on the screen. "Flesh shaper."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
While the crowds might have cleared out for the evening, it's not hard to tell that this place is likely a fairly popular nightspot. Not exactly the sort of place one expects to find a practioner. But then who would expect to find not one, but to walkers of the winding way in a circus? Kurt knows better then most that it does not pay to make all judgements by appearance alone.

Besides, he trusts Amanda. And she's never given him any reason to do otherwise.

So when the rather... unique club owner presents himself -- Luci he would presume -- the fuzzy blue elf merely arches a brow slightly, that amiable smile hardly shifting on his features.

The indigo-furred mutant falls in behind the other two as they lead the way -- it's not particularly difficult that this is not the first time that the blonde sorceress has sought help here and as Amanda explains the situation, Kurt's expression grows a little more grave. "I do hope that you can assist my friend here. I fear that this is not the last time she will need to face this flesh shaper. The next meeting is lible to be sooner rather then later and she will need all her assets at her disposal for that meeting," he says solemnly.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets them both into the private room consisting mostly of seating area, though he doesn't entirely close the door. The room has a scent of incense to it, something unusual, but nothing too cloying or strong.

Lucifer looks over both of them as they come in, without any real apparent judgement: more just curious, analytic. Kurt gets a very strong, long look, but nothing more than a brief, companionable smile. Lucifer is attentive. "Welcome, friend of Amanda. Lucifer," Luci says, offering a hand to shake. Zero problem with blue elf qualities, even if he's clearly aware of it. He isn't ignoring it.

"A special note for me?" Lucifer asks, intrigued as she shows the screen off, attention snapping back to Amanda from Kurt. His eyes move up to her face, as she displays the lack of mouth. Lucifer was looking there, not so much the second typed message, so he may not have seen it. But it may not matter. Besides, Kurt is filling in some more information.

"How about I do something about this communication barrier, and you can tell me about what help you need. It's always awkward to text someone in the same room, isn't it." As if their problem they came about was not the mouth thing.

"I actually have someone here that would get good experience restoring that. Mind if I call her in?" Lucifer questions, much in the same tone a doctor might ask a patient if they'd mind having an intern come draw the blood for practice.

"She'll owe /you/," Lucifer says, serenely. He's sharp, though: he's giving her assistance, without charging anything at all.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda arches a brow at Lucifer's insinuation the person who might heal her would further owe her. That seems... odd. Still, brows rising and falling in an expressive shrug, she gestures lightly her assent. Really? The sooner, the better.

Of course, Nessa only ever referred to Lucifer before as 'Luci'. Even when they were introduced. But Amanda is not a woman afraid of dealing with devils or demons or things that go bump in the night. So, her equanimity is unshaken as far as that goes. She does glance briefly at Kurt, however. The man *is* rather religious, after all.

Catholocism is not one of Amanda's burdens.

Still, she wouldn't trade his presence for the world.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
The introduction certainly leaves a good, Catholic young man like Kurt a little bemused. But hey, he's a mutant. He's battled space aliens. He's dealt with extra dimensional threats. And that doesn't even touch on his days in Excalibur. Some of those missions were truly bizarre. Not to mention he lives with a space dragon. He would imagine the name Lucifer would have some significant street cred in the mystical realms that he is clearly at least somewhat attuned to. As a fellow performer, the fuzzy blue elf can dig it.

"Kurt Wagner," he offers up, just a hint of that German heritage coloring his accent. If there was any doubt the unique composition of the hand that he offers in return leaves little doubt that he is more then someone with a furry complex. "If you can assist with that I am certain it would go a long way to simplifying things. Amanda is much more in tune with the mystical particulars then I," he conceeds with hesitation.

Besides, until twenty-four hours ago some dark practioner had him galivanting around with a lion's head on his shoulder, firing lightning bolts. He's still trying to catch up a little himself.

Lucifer has posed:
With Amanda's confused reaction, he gets what he needs out of it: the 'yes'. Lucifer backs out of the door partially, and directly commands out to one of the people below. "Hannah, lesson time. Now." Lucifer returns to the room, and takes a seat, relaxing into one of the couches, while the person he yelled to comes up. She's eager and excited, a redheaded girl, maybe low twenties. She stops at the door and looks at Lucifer specifically for her cue.

"Fleshcrafting. Reversion ritual; Amanda here has consented to /allow/ you to practice, though I expect you to repay her willingness later. Pull your book, get your materials," Lucifer clarifies to Hannah.

Hannah pauses, hedges. "Which book, sir?"

"The one with the face-melting," Lucifer teases her. She laughs, possibly at an in-joke, and rushes off. Lucifer returns his attention pleasantly to the pair. "It's a quick fix, no goats will be sacrificed," Lucifer answers Kurt's verbal concerns. "It will need a bit of human blood, if one of you don't mind donating, but otherwise, relax, we'll handle this. How /did/ you come embroiled in all this, Mr. Wagner? There's a trace of it on you - I hope you don't mind my curiosity."

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda isn't particularly fond of spells that include blood. But it does seem to her that, since it's her cure, it should be her blood. She extends her hand, curling her fingers into a loose fist, palm up. She learned a long time ago that a small prick to the fleshy part of the outside of the palm is sufficient to give a good splash of blood without endangering tendons, muscles, or important bits. (And there's always a healing potion back at home, in any case.)

She watches Hannah as the woman prepares, glances to the book when it's eventually produced. Being a guinea pig for a student does warrant a favour later, she decides. It's not a bad trade. Better than many she's made.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
He certainly can understand Amanda's instinctive reaction, can appreciate it even. It hasn't exactly been an easy twenty-four hours for either of them. But the toil taken on him is more of an emotional, a psychological one. The same cannot be said for the blood sorceress. Reaching out with a smile, Kurt urges her to lower her arm, offering up his own instead in much the same manner. "If mutant blood is not likely to have any adverse affect in your crafting I do not object to spilling a little," he says readily.

When Lucifer asks his question, the indigo-furred man sneaks a quick glance towards his oldest friend, just to check in. He is there host and he is going out of his way to help them, deliberately seeming to do so without implying any obligation. Answering a few questions seems like the least that he can do in return.

"I fear that there are dark magics at work and that I and a number of others have been laid low by them. I seem to have been given a totem, one that allowed... someone," he says, the hesitation in his voice speaking more to the fact that he can't quite recall rather then any reluctance to share, "allowed that same dark power to trigger a transformation. Allowed him to compel me to be one of his avatars. I fear I was not particularly pleasant. Fortunately our dear Amanda here was up to the task of stealing away said totem from my more beastial worse-half," he notes, just a little flippancy entering his tone despite the serious nature of the problems they face.

Boys will be boys.

Lucifer has posed:
Hannah brought back a book and a linen-wrapped bundle of things, which she eagerly lays out on the floor. She flips through the book, giving Lucifer only a brief glance that reads of 'I'm correct, right?'. Lucifer is relaxed, in a very supervisory stance now, just observing. There's a clear role of some sort of teacher here from him, but it's vague exactly what the relationship may be.

Hannah draws out a symbol in some sort of ash on her linen mat, collects only a drop of the blood with a lean dark looking blade from Kurt when he offers (just a nod that mutant is fine), smearing the blood on the back of her own hand, and then refers to her book.

"Mind control, your /freedom/ taken? I loathe such /control/," Lucifer says, his tone indeed clearly containing displeasure, though he's still calm. "If you're looking for something that can free someone from compulsion, you did come to the right place. Though it sounds like that's less of an issue now?"

Hannah, working while Lucifer talks, then nods at Amanda, and then reaches out to hook her hand forward along the sides of Amanda's jaw, but without touching. She murmers a spell, a crawling, intrusive magic moving through the skin and planes of the flesh of Amanda's mouth, drawing things back to Factory Settings. Hannah sits back on her heels a little, victorious.

"Would you like any dental work while I'm here? Maybe ...fangs?" Hannah asks, hopeful, hooking fingers to show like snake fang gesture. More practice?

"Always ask for consent; good," Lucifer comments approvingly. No means no. If they are done with Hannah, though, she will depart with her items.

"Hold on one moment, Hannah," Lucifer says. But his look goes to Amanda. "Do you want a drink, something to eat?" he asks, implying that Hannah will fetch it if so.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda closes her eyes briefly while Hannah works. The crawling sensation of the magic now is just about as creepy as the crawling sensation of Cancer's touch earlier in the night. She may have nightmares about this sometime. Though maybe not tonight. Tonight, her relief will be too great. On many levels.

When her mouth is reset, she rolls her jaw and opens her mouth and lets out a sigh indicating that relief. Her eyes open and she smiles at the apprentice. "Thank you," she tells her. "But, no. No fangs." Kurt's are cute. They'd be overkill on her.

She smiles. It lights up her face. Then, Lucifer's offer, she nods slowly. "Actually... a drink. Water's fine." A beat. "It's been a rough night."

And, indeed, by now the club mogul has doubtlessly noticed that Amanda's magical reserves are considerably reduced from the last time he saw her. And she can't entirely hide the weariness in her eyes. But she isn't ready to lie down just yet.

She reaches out for Kurt's hand (the uninjured one; they can deal with the small cut later) and gives it a squeeze. Her expression sobers as she turns her attention then to Lucifer. "I believe we're facing a disciple of Set," she tells him. "The monks in Egypt told me a little about the Avatars of the Zodiac. Somehow, he's gotten their artifacts, corrupted them, and created his own circle of hosts with them. We have Leo's Torc. I just don't know how to purify it." A beat. "Or how to return it to whomever should rightfully have it."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Kurt's tough. He takes the little cut like a man. Rawr.

"I can genuinely say that I am not a big fan of it either. I would not recommend being on the receiving end," Kurt agrees without hesitation. Hey, he just might be biased that way. Free will is definitely something that he can get behind, no matter the time or place.

"as Amanda rattles off the details about Set and the Avatars of the Zodiac he gives a faintly sardonic smile. Like he said, curing her of her little imposition makes things much easier when it comes to conveying the needed summary overview. He might have grown up around the mystic arts, might be more familiar with them then most ordinary people. But his explanations would likely have involved a lot more vague descriptions then actual names. "I seem to be fine, more or less. But there are still eleven others trapped in forms not of their choosing, serving a dark master. Good men and women I would presume. Freeing them is certainly an essential part of what we must do," he says with a grave little nod. This might be Amanda's task. But he can't shirk his responsibility either, not now that he's freed from that corrupt influence.

Lucifer has posed:
"Water for them, Whiskey for me," Lucifer tells Hannah, who nods and carries her things out in a bundle. Hannah isn't actually the one to bring the drinks, it's Minnie, but the same difference: drinks are brought very quickly, and Minnie leaves.

"/Sadly/, there is not just one 'Purify spell to rule them all'," Lucifer laughs softly, a grin flowing to the surface. "I'll look at it if you like, though I don't necessarily want all these artifacts brought here, they might interact with other things that are housed in Lux. I /do/ travel, so that's my preference there. Though I do have another contact here with purification abilities. He /is/ a demon, though, so there's some... let's call it fireproof kid gloves... needed with that one." Lucifer shrugs one shoulder; it's another connection, but Lucifer doesn't really care either way. Lucifer likes hooking people up. He's a networker.

"If you want to keep yourself demon free, that's fine. If I get a scope of the corruption, a purification spell is something we could craft, too."

There's a pause. "Ah, Avatars of the Zodiac. Sure. Have you talked to the Oracle of the Zodiac yet?" Lucifer asks, serenely.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda didn't really expect the Purifier to End All Purifiers, anyway. She's well aware of just how many variations there could be. "I'm sure we can arrange a more neutral space," she tells Lucifer. "Whether you help or your... friend does." Again, she's trucked with demons before now. "I'd sooner it be in a place I can control to some degree, anyway." Typical mage, that.

Her head cants as he mentions the oracle, however. "Noooo," she says slowly. "They have their own Oracle, too?" Of *course*, they do! She just shakes her head and takes a decent swallow of the water Minnie brought. Oh. It's good. Really good. In that way such simple things are after an ordeal.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
Hey, if there is an Ultimate Nullifier out there, why not an Ultimate Purifier? It's probably a good thing that Kurt doesn't have any real magical potential. Best he sticks to teleporting things and stabbing things with the pointy end of his rapier. It's hard to go wrong there.

He too accepts the offered water when it is delivered, nodding and smiling at Minnie in gratitude. He's slept the last twenty-hour hours since being freed of that enchanted torc and upon waking up found his dearest friend lacking a mouth. Not an everyday sort of problem and one that really kinda needed an immediate solution. So he is just as grateful for the drink, letting out a quiet sigh.

At this point the fuzzy blue elf falls otherwise quiet, letting the two experts converse now. He listens, with interest -- he's not a complete stranger to this sort of thing. It seems that they have indeed come to the right place. Amanda's instincts served her well.

Lucifer has posed:
"Mmmmhmmm. Avatars... of the Zodiac," Lucifer says, lifting his eyes up towards the ceiling, as if he were crawling into his thoughts, or a library on the ceiling. In truth, this is more of a mind memory palace of various information, and he needs to go through the corridors just a little bit, there.

"There were twelve familial lines of Avatars. The prophet would have connections to them, I'd presume, that would be current. Do you want to drop in on him?" Lucifer asks, gaze lowering back to the pair while he enjoys his whiskey as if it were super tasty. All of his body language suggests relaxing, taking a load off, taking a break from what they'd gone through. There's an aura to him, as well, that isn't /quite/ magical, which most people find very relaxing. Lucifer's presence is well aimed to create a rest stop in the storm.

Amanda Sefton has posed:
"Eventually," Amanda says to Lucifer, glancing to Kurt. It's one of those, we're-in-this-together looks. And she's glad of it. "My priority right now is putting a stop to their corrupted counterparts. The Disciple, whomever he is, is raiding museums now. I think he's searching for the pieces of the crown from the tablet."

She turns away briefly, glancing toward a chair. Crossing to it, she pulls it back over and sits down on it. Her fatigue is showing around the edges, now. Adrenaline is ebbing. "I know approximately where the Tomb of Zalmoxis is, now. Unfortunately, so does he. If we don't stop him getting the pieces of the crown, we *must* stop him there."

Kurt Wagner has posed:
His time as Leo is still something of a hazy nightmare. He has been able to piece together bits and pieces, offered what he can remember up to Amanda. Any little detail might help afterall. But certain details have certainly been... unclear to put it mildly. Like say, the identity of this dark mage who was using him -- and is still using others -- to do his dirty work. This... Disciple they seem to be calling him? Just who he is would be a useful bit on information to recall for sure. As where they might be able to find him. Probably even better in some ways. Take the fight to him... or her. He can't even remember that much.

As they chat over their options Kurt casually leans against the nearest wall, his eyes going distant for a moment as he tries to remember. Remember anything really, that might be helpful. Flashes, flickers, darkness. Nothing. Biting his bottom lip for just a moment those fangs show and he gives a little shake of his head.

"They don't have all those pieces of the crown. Not yet. All we need is one of them," the fuzzy blue elf agrees. Just one. Surely they can manage that, right?

Lucifer has posed:
When Amanda declines to want to visit the oracle, Lucifer doesn't push it, or provide more information. If they're good, then they are. He smiles at them, still the gracious, pleasant host, playing with his whiskey in the glass: rotating it in his fingers.

"Sounds reasonable to me," Lucifer offers smoothly. He's curious, sure, but not actively moving to meddle in their quest beyond the help that they are asking him for. He also doesn't seem /tired/, exactly: he must be somebody that does a lot of late nights. He's full of energy compared to the spent pair!

Amanda Sefton has posed:
Amanda will doubtlessly return to Lucifer for word on the location of the Oracle. But, for now? For now, she's got her hands full enough as it is. She looks up at Kurt and gives him a smile. "One will do," she agrees.

She rises to her feet again, realizing that if she sits longer she'll have a harder time getting up and moving again later. She reaches out her hand towards Lucifer. "Thank you. I'm sorry we just dropped in like this, but I am very grateful for your help."

She's also very aware of the time and that she's had two days without a lot of rest. And she fully expects she'll need all the rest she can get. Thus, it's time for the pair to take their leave.

Kurt Wagner has posed:
While Kurt might not be physically weary, not after sleeping for nearly a full day, he is still not at his best. But at least they have accomplished something here -- at least they have managed to restore Amanda and even dug up a few interesting little tidbits to consider. It's something. And it lifts Kurt's spirit. More then anything, after knowing what he helped do while subsumed by that enchantment, that is what the fuzzy blue elf needed.

Pushing off the wall, Kurt moves to stand beside Amanda once more, dipping his head towards Lucifer in turn. "My thanks. You have been a generous host. And you have helped Amanda. It means a great deal," he says, bobbing his head once more.

Slipping his arm through hers, the fuzzy blue elf offers a half-bow. And then the pair of them disappear, only a rapidly dissipating cloud of inky black smoke and a hint of brimstone in the air to suggest that they were ever there at all.

Lucifer has posed:
"Take a rest here if you like, free of worries of Avatars wandering in and inflicting things on you. At least until... say, seven PM, I can spare this room," Lucifer says with a wink and smile. He does mean it - both that Lux is safe from that, and that they can use the room if they choose.

Lucifer accepts all handshakes. "If you need Hannah again, ask for her directly. The purification demon, Levian, you can contact him through some of the staff below as well. Should you have /interesting/ needs, though, you know how to find me, it appears," Lucifer teases. As they are probably leaving despite the offers, Lucifer waves them out -- only to find they teleported. Which is interesting -- and might also be VERY weird to those teleporting out of this hellmouth of what Lux actually IS. It is not a place to teleport in or out of: it is a powerful sanctum of some kind. An echo of what Lucifer may actually be.