"Because I have been ordered to pass judgement on you and do what I please as punishment for your actions," Lucifer simply answered as he lead the human through the big house, pointing to a door and pausing. "Down there, you'll find my basement. Please do make yourself at home, I'll be down there… eventually to pass judgement. I cannot ask you if you want anything to make yourself at home before you are killed, so there is simply no point. Please do not disobey me, for that will certainly make me eliminate you much quicker than you can say 'wine'."
Scipio sighed. "Fine, don't forget about me, though." He started walking down the stairs. "Oh, and by the way… wine!" He smirked again and ran down the stairs, hoping he wouldn't be killed on the spot. Although, Lucifer couldn't expect him to be a perfect, respectful little angel. This was hell, after all. He made it down to the basement without being smited and looked around. "Hmm. Nice place. Cold, dark, and dreary; just how I like it. I know you can hear me by the way, Lucy." He placed his hand on one of the pole supports in the room, examining it curiously.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and locked the door with a wave of his hand, walking away from the door. He might as well leave the human to die in the empty basement, with a few shackles of hard metal on the wall. It would be appropriate. But Lucifer pushed those thoughts away and walked into his office which was nearby, picking up the files that had appeared there. Apparently the seventeen-year-old was a serial killer and some part psychopath, which was stuff Lucifer saw all the time. He tossed the papers down and leaned back in his chair with a soft sigh, growling at the human's voice in his head.
"Ugh, he needs to shut up," He grumbled to himself, sitting up to pour himself some more bourbon.
Scipio continued humming 'Mama, we all go to hell', but decided to translate it into Italian in his mind to give him something to do. Hmm… I do wish I didn't get bored so easily sometimes. Usually I'd just kill someone if I got particularly bored, but I can't exactly do that here. He slowly swung around the pole by one hand the way children often do with light posts or literally any pole. Still boring, but less boring… don't strippers do this? He spun around the pole again, experimenting to keep himself occupied.
Lucifer sighed at the silence, pointing his nose up a little at the ceiling. Maybe he should pick up another human to pass judgement on, this was too relaxing. He stood up, and just as he was setting his cup down, he got an idea. He'd hang out at those springs he had installed a while ago. His servants were always disappearing over there, so why not go relax over there as the human brought himself to insanity? Lucifer went to his room and grabbed a robe and a pair of boxers, before slipping into his own little springs room, where he slunk down into the hot pool after stripping with a deep sigh. This was nice.
"Hey, Lucy. If you're hoping I'll go mad, I think you'll find you're about seventeen years too late." Scipio kept spinning himself around the pole, using his dexterity and strength from the army to help him out. "Just send me a message when you're coming or something, yeah? Otherwise I'll probably just talk at you until you get sick of it and come down to make me quiet." Kinky. Wonder if he can hear my thoughts too or just what I say aloud?
Lucifer's eyes flicked open and he just sighed deeply. How about you just shut your mouth and stay quiet? Your body will grow hungry eventually and you'll die. Again. But that's the goal, Lucifer answered back, his throaty voice echoing in the human's head. Now stop talking to me. He relaxed slowly into the pool of hot water, letting the steam of it melt away his stress. He sunk down so the water lapped up his broad shoulders and neck, relaxing into the side wall like that with a deep sigh.
"What'll you do if I don't? You'd just kill me, wouldn't you? Either way I'll die, so why should I stop?" Scipio got his legs up onto the pole. This was honestly occupying his time better than anything else in this room would. "Dying isn't all that bad, Lucy… I've done it before, you know." He grinned to himself, continuing his spinning. "This is fun. I thought hell was supposed to be bad? Care to explain, Luce?"
I bet you have, He just answered simply, his brow pressing together again with a deep sigh from his throat. Look, can you just control yourself, human? I'm trying to relax and you are not helping. He also wanted to forget about the teen but that was proving to be impossible, apparently. His usual dealing-with-crazy-people-techniques weren't working, which was kind of annoying. Not nearly annoying as that damn kid, though.
"Hey, my name's Scipio, not human. You've read my file, no? They exist here?" Scipio hung from the pole by his legs, sighing. "I've been calling you by your name. It's only fair if you reciprocate, of course." Scipio looked at the room, still upside down. "What are you supposed to do in hell, anyways? Whatever it is, it's probably a 'hell' of a lot better than whatever they do in heaven." He laughed to himself, getting a bit lightheaded. "Y'all got air conditioning? Pretty hot down here in hell."
Lucifer just groaned out-loud, being driven up the wall with this person. I don't care about your name, just as you don't mine. And of course we do. Just not down there, you idiot. That's the point of me locking you down there. Now I'd suggest you stop talking to yourself so you stop taking up the oxygen and adding more heat into the room. Or you'll suffocate, and that'd be nooo fun, right? He asked childishly, however that was exactly what he wanted from the human. He shut his eyes again and sunk into the hot water.
"Dunno. I've suffocated people before and they were screaming with excitement the whole time." Scipio smirked. "You can't break something that's already broken, oh king of hell. I'm just about as fucked up as people come. Ain't that what you're into, though?" Scipio spun more on the pole and fell onto the concrete. Dammit… "Ow…"
"Yuck," Lucifer spat to himself and out-loud, his expression scrunching up and he shook his head. This human wasn't even put-together enough to be a Demon. Lucifer rose from the baths and dried himself off, putting on his boxers and robe. He opened the basement door once he reached it and trotted down the steps, feeling somewhat silly but comfortable nevertheless as he pulled a giant knife from his pocket, and paused at the ground below.
"Anyway, I've decided you're too… to be a Demon. Your soul will be confiscated and sacrificed to my people to enjoy." He tapped the large knife in his big, scarred hands. It would only hurt the young man a lot, but honestly, it hadn't even been five minutes and the human was annoying Lucifer.
"Alright. Go ahead, Lucy." Scipio held his arms out calmly, not at all fearing death. He was already in hell, so who cared? "Do you know how many people would adore being in my place? Ceasing to exist is quite a desirable fate, you know. Careful not to mar my lovely face, though. I'd like to die pretty." He bit his lip hard, drawing a bit of blood. "I like the way blood tastes. Do you? Sounds like a king of hell kinda thing."
"Right. Come here." He gestured the other over with the knife, turning over a few plans in his head. Maybe he'd just give him a scratch for annoying him and leave the human down here for a while. It would certainly not leave the human pretty. However he wasn't about to tell the human this. Cus then he might get mad and start begging him not to. Lucifer would just love to see this human's self-desire melt away.
Scipio moved closer until he was standing in front of Lucifer, looking up at him expectantly. A drop of blood rolled down his chin from his lip and he held his arms behind his back in a military like way. "You gonna kill me or what? Not scared, are you?" He smiled in an almost eerie way as he waited to die again, although in a more painful way than his first.
Without hesitation and not even after Scipio finished talking, Lucifer cut his large knife skillfully across a patch of skin on the human's cheek, cutting through it seamlessly but sending much pain through him at the slash.
"Scared? No. Enjoy your blood. And infection." Lucifer turned around and started going upstairs again, humming.
Scipio flinched despite his best efforts and held his hand up to the wound. Blood seeped through his thin fingers, and he sat down quietly in a corner of the room. "Y-You won't break me that easy, Lucy. You'll have to try harder…" He removed his hand for a moment and examined his own blood, feeling more of it running down his cheek.
"I'm sure I will. I will leave the door unlocked. I'll be next door in the springs if you need me to finish the job," He hummed softly as he wove past the door and left it cracked for the human, the light of his home shining down along the steps and onto the floor.
Lucifer went back into his bedroom and into his springs room, where he stripped again and sunk back down into his hot pool with a happy sigh.
Scipio got up and left the room, slipping silently into the springs room. He'd gotten quite good at moving quietly when he was alive. He stood in the corner, letting his bloody hand fall to his side. "Can't imagine why you'd want me in here, honestly. I don't think you like me very much, but you did basically just invite me into a room where you're naked, so…"
Lucifer tilted his head back a little to stare holes into the human that had joined him, his tanned, muscular body able to be seen at the angle they were at with each other.
"I thought you would want me to finish the job. Now that I've ruined your pretty face and all." He chuckled and shook his head slowly. "And I don't care. You can look at me all you want. You're not getting jack-shit from me. So it doesn't matter."
Scipio rolled his eyes, temporarily ignoring the blood on his face. "Hon, it takes more than that to take away my good looks. Now I'll just have a scar. Girls dig scars, which would be great if I actually liked girls." He shrugged, leaning against the wall. Honestly, he was feeling lightheaded from the blood loss, but he wasn't going to mention it. "Do you think guys like scars too?"
"Dunno. It won't matter because you'll be passed on sooner or later from the poison from my blade. So… eh." He shrugged. "I can fork out one of your eyes if you want. Maybe cut off your nose or maybe part of your chin? But that'd make you die faster, wouldn't it?" Lucifer asked rhetorically, leaning back against the wall and tilting his head up with a slow sigh.
"Mhmm. You can't really do much to make this worse for me. If you do anything, I'll die quicker, and you wouldn't want that…" Scipio's eyes shifted in and out of focus. "I-I'm doing… I'm doing just peachy right now, though…" Stupid poison… wonder what it's like to cease to exist? Probably pretty nice, honestly…
"Mhm. It'll be nice for everyone around you. You'll only be a whisper in the wind, human. Yet you've seemed to come to amends with that." Lucifer moved across the tub and stood out of it, throwing his robe on and covering his muscular, heavily scarred backside. He sat down and crossed one leg over the other, watching the human as he dozed in and out with his soul.
