Fic: Princes and Powers
For sariel_di.

I think this is a drabblesque thing? No, not quite. And not quite what was asked for, I doubt not. But, er, this is what came to mind. Or came to mind first. Or something. Er.

Princes and Powers

Nybbas was in the middle of a dozen ringing phones -- and twice as many mental communications -- when the door chimed. "Oh, later, babe," he moaned, and didn't have the attention to continue, I've got too many refugees to handle! I can't take anything else!

The door opened anyway, and he hadn't managed to turn around before a hand came onto his shoulder, familiar familiar, and a voice spoke, worse than familiar, in his ear. "Jean has Fallen."

Nybbas went to his knees, almost leaning into Lucifer. "I know, sir, I know. I'm handling the refugees, I'll give back the Servitors when..."

"I have made him the Prince of Storms, as he demands."

Nybbas startled a little. "Not... not Science, sir? I'd assumed... you'd want someone to cover, want him to take the place..."

"No. He will be the Prince of Storms. Perhaps Janus will join him."

"But... tech... If there's no Prince..." What happens to me?

The smile hung in the air above Nybbas' horns. He didn't have to look up to see it. He didn't want to look up, even though he couldn't figure out how to think what was happening or implied.

Lucifer put a hand on his shoulder again. "There is a Prince of Technology," he said.

And Nybbas felt his Word twist within him.