Lucifer's hand was iron tight. Rincewind may as well be pinned under a bus for all that he could move, now that Lucifer had elected to hold him still.
"Waste magic. Silly. As though there's any limit to my magic."
He dropped his hand on Rincewind's shoulder, and it took a moment - seconds - for the mark, his own little ID chip, to be burned onto Rincewind's shoulder blade. That was it. It was painful, but unlike Miles, whose bone was brittle anyway, Rincewind wouldn't feel the casting after it had settled. Well. Unless he could feel the magic sitting inside him--that would be a different matter, wouldn't it?
"Nobody touches you. This mark makes you mine, Rincewind, whether you like it or not. If someone were to try and kill you, I'd be there to stop them--or maybe congratulate them. Usually that would be a selling point. With you, it's just proof. That I don't let my possessions go."
His breath fell softly on Rincewind's throat as he leant in closer. "A mark for a mark. That's it. Now--thank you for your time, Rincewind. Let's chat again soon."
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"Waste magic. Silly. As though there's any limit to my magic."
He dropped his hand on Rincewind's shoulder, and it took a moment - seconds - for the mark, his own little ID chip, to be burned onto Rincewind's shoulder blade. That was it. It was painful, but unlike Miles, whose bone was brittle anyway, Rincewind wouldn't feel the casting after it had settled. Well. Unless he could feel the magic sitting inside him--that would be a different matter, wouldn't it?
"Nobody touches you. This mark makes you mine, Rincewind, whether you like it or not. If someone were to try and kill you, I'd be there to stop them--or maybe congratulate them. Usually that would be a selling point. With you, it's just proof. That I don't let my possessions go."
His breath fell softly on Rincewind's throat as he leant in closer. "A mark for a mark. That's it. Now--thank you for your time, Rincewind. Let's chat again soon."
The archangel vanished.