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Started October 16, 2020 by @lxvender_darling language

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Lucifer hummed, running a finger lightly down his chest. "Maybe you could stay with me.. y'know. Just for the fun." He teased, grinning.
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Deem nodded slowly, pursing his lips before smiling.
“Alright then, sire. Lead the way,” he replied, pulling his hand away and tucking them both behind his own back. Usually his attention was flitting elsewhere, but it was noticeably fully locked on Lucifer now. Even if this seemed generally meaningless, it also seemed fun and wildly spontaneous— two qualities Damien absolutely adored.

Lucifer snickered at the name, before walking to the- h u g e a s s mansion and walking the two to the japanese garden.
"Make yourself at home." He hummed.

“Damn, alright,” Damien breathed, eyes flitting around to every aspect of the place. “What a wonderful… ‘house’ you have here, Luci.”
He spun in a circle slowly, nodding in approval as he took in his surroundings in their full glory.
“Between your sheer playfulness and the beauty of this place, I’m gonna have no trouble making myself at home,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Not that I wouldn’t have stayed regardless— you do have a certain charm to you, I’ll admit it.”

Lucifer smirked. "Darling, I'm the king of hell and both yet sins. What must you expect from me?" He said, his eyes glowing lightly as he leaned back, his hair falling backward as his skin glowed with the red moon.

“Well, clearly this,” Deem replied, sauntering over to where Lucifer stood. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, narrowing his eyes at the demon.
“But I didn’t expect you to be such a … playboy. Actually, I was, kind of. They really romanticize you in every TV show, y’know? I just didn’t think the media would be right about you.”
He let out a sigh, spreading his arms to gesture to the entire garden. “But here we are.”

Lucifer huffed. "Being the king of hell isn't as fun as it seems. Why not have a little fun here and there?" He asked, his eyes sparkling as he crossed his legs, his hair falling onto his face and he kept that mischievous smirk on his perfect lips. He revealed nothing but one fang, and he kept the tune he was humming earlier going.

Damien pulled up a chair from a nearby garden table, taking a seat before the demon.
“I don’t know about that,” he replied, leaning forward to rest his head on his hand. “You seem to be generally light-hearted. Or maybe, again, that’s just your devilish charm.”
“But,” he continued, raising a finger. “I think having an entire world of sin on the tip of your finger would be fun regardless. You have … general control over everyone here, including myself. Isn’t that power something you wouldn’t grow sick of?”

Lucifer cooed. "Your so innocent, love. I love that about you," he smirked a bit, leaning back. He really- looked like a girl-
His pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and his eyes sparkled intensely.

“Hmm,” Deem sighed, offering Lucifer a questionable grin of his own. “I do still have many things to learn about this underworld, don’t I?”
With that, his eyes flitted back up to meet the demon’s stare. Damien could always hold his own with these kinds of things, and it showed clearly. His irises were filled with mystery— with that flirtatious gleam that seemed to shine all too brightly.
“But…,” he continued, drawling out his words as he tapped his finger impatiently on his knee. “… Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two.~”

Lucifer smirked. "Well, well, well. What does the impatient demon want to learn first~..?" He teased, snickering to himself. He couldn't help it, after all. This was all too cheesy.
But kinda cute.

At his words, Damien leaned to rest on the back of the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite that, his posture was anything but closed-off.
“Well, you’re the expert here,” Deem replied, voice still holding that silvery heat. “You tell me, my darling king.”
Damien’s mind was too busy running through all kinds of situations to actually address any question being brought forth. But he didn’t care— this was the most fun he had had in the past few days, and it was new and interesting. So, why not comply?

Lucifer purred lightly. "Well, its up to you." He said, kinda smirking to himself at the name. "I insist. We can go through the… murderous side of it. Or you know, the- er- lustful shit." He grumbled. "Which one?" He asked, looking up at him with that seductive grin-

Damien gave a slight laugh, shaking his head.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just hand over a book titled ‘Hell 101,’” he replied, words blatantly humor infused. “But I’m glad you allow freedom of choice here. It sure does give that false sense of individualism, when I know— in the end— you’ll get your way anyway.”
His eyes broke away from Lucifer’s to survey the rest of the surroundings. It was a futile attempt to pry his mind away from the decision at hand.
“All I’m going to say is, get me into some real trouble, Lucifer. You do with that what you will.”

Lucifer groaned. "So many OPTIONS through~~" He whined, leaning his head upside down and looking up at him. "Why don't you choose, darling. I don't want to pressure you—"
I JUST SAID THAT. THE KING OF SINS. JUST SAID THAT. He thought, a small growl coming out.

This time, the laugh wasn’t so slight. It was more airy, though, like a light husk of snickers from Deem’s grinning figure.
“Such a softie,” he teased, his attention seemingly lost in the world around him. He no longer looked at Lucifer, hands now laying gently on the armrests.
“With this whole mansion, this whole title, I would expect you to have just a little more authority, love. But alright, if I have to choose, then…”
He drew out his words, sighing as he thought. “Perhaps we go out. You show me to one of your favorite bars. We hit up a club, or whatever. Once it gets later, let’s cause some trouble. Get some people dead, and lost for good. What do you say?”

Lucifer paused, before huffing and smacking his cheek lightly. "Watch who your calling a softie." He grumbled. "And sure, c'mon." He muttered, pulling the other up and holding his hand once more, walking with him and walked to the bar, before walking in and sat on a barstool.
"What do you want?" He asked as he ordered the strongest beverage.

Damien slipped in right beside the demon, a hand on the bar to steady himself as he pulled up the stool.
“Hmm, I’ve never been a huge fan of hard liquor,” he replied, glancing over to Lucifer. “I’ve always been more of a … foofy drink person.”
He flicked his gaze up to the bartender, offering a light smile. “Assuming you have it, I’ll take a gin and tonic. Or do bars in Hell only have the hard stuff?”

The bartender hummed. Lucifer paused. "I mean, they do have softie shit for the wussies-" He chuckled, humming lightly and looked over to him, taking a shot. "Though, it makes sense. I mean-" He grumbled, looking down. "Its Hell, afterall."

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“Maybe I am a wuss, but I like to be somewhat conscious when I’m out somewhere,” he said, nonchalant. “I mean, I’m totally good with lack of control. Couldn’t care less. But when I’m out having a good time, I wanna be able to remember it. Plus, drinking fire isn’t very appealing to me.”
He nodded a thanks to the bartender, taking a diminutive sip and giving a smile of approval.

Lucifer downed the whole thing in one go, groaning. "Ah.. thats nice.." He hummed.
"So… how old are you?" he asked, giggling a bit- the alcohol was lightly going to his b r a i n -

Deem just blinked, holding his own glass loosely.
“Well, I died when I was 24. Not sure how time works down here, but it’s been a few days,” he muttered, stomach dropping as he payed more attention to the taste of the alcohol. He put a hand to his temple, squinting.
“I can’t really remember how I died,” he continued, looking back to the bar. “But as I smell and taste more alcohol, I can make a guess— it probably included a whole lot of me being drunk.”