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message received 5/7; post jump

[majestyofthethrone]

[At first, it's audio; a stanza of music, but it sounds warped and weird. It plays and keeps playing, repeating and warping, and if he listens to the whole thing it lasts over an hour, and then another, music warping and the distortion growing. It's frantic, the fear in it clear. It's like someone begging, someone begging to be saved, someone begging for help.

And then the audio cuts out.

Another message, this one a series of numbers, an immense equation.

And then a third message, a final one. This one comes in the form of letters, except that if Lucifer is clever, he can read them as music; it's violin music, written out in letter form, like the kind of music that is taught to beginners. Sometimes the letters cut out, garbled, but someone with a good knowledge of musical theory could piece it together; it's violin piece that's almost five hours long, the beginning the music of the Throne, the song of Seraphim, but then it changes, it evolves into something enormous, majestic, and then-

-and then it winds its way into an apology.

It's an apology. A love letter.

It's a goodbye.]