Scipio's legs felt weak and he slowly slid down the wall, breathing heavily. "Y-You don't want me dead, do you? Dark person like me… I… I-I could be helpful to you…" He looked down at the blood on his hand, fresh drops falling down on top of it. White hot pain pulsed through his cheek and down into his neck as the poison crept towards his heart.
"I kind of do. I'm a man who works by himself," Lucifer deflected his pleas, watching him slowly slide down the wall. "It's my job, to choose who becomes a demon and who does not. You will not stay with me, and I will not allow you to harm my people. Therefore I must eliminate you, and make you feel the same pain others have felt at your hand."
"I-I mean, that's fair, but it's sort of my job to beg at this point, so…" Scipio put his hand against his cheek again. "Do I have to 'make a deal with the devil' or some shit? I've seen things, but I'm afraid to say we haven't met before. Not in person, at least. I dunno what you want me to do."
"I want you to suffer. I want you to pay for your sins, because it's my job to make sure you do. That is all," He murmured to the human, his black gaze watching him try to stop his death. "You seem very unsure of your ending. Perhaps it wasn't as nice as you thought, your soul leaving your body? And you will continue to feel that pain, Mr. Scipio."
"Oh, y-you don't understand, Lucy…" Scipio murmured. "I feel great. Better then ever, actually. You see, the first time I died, I was hung. Now I get to truly experience death, and that makes me… happy…" He finished in a whisper, smiling to piss Lucifer off. "Thank you for letting me die happily, hon." He closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly fading. Maybe that'll convince him…
"Maybe that'll convince me? You might be a serial killer but you are certainly not intelligent. I have no other painful ways of killing you, and trust me, I know you are not happy. You never were. You are almost completely apathetic." Lucifer sighed and shook his head. "No human can trick the Prince of Darkness. You are a fool if you think so." He stood from his chair and grabbed his clothing. "Like I said, you are only a name in my book. I will never think of you again. That should be your only condolence."
"You won't forget me…" Scipio smiled softly. "And I can feel happy, thank you very much. Albeit, usually in the middle of murder, but it's still happiness… I can also feel angry and sad and all sorts of things. Just… ah, just not guilt. No matter what you do to me, I will never regret anything I've done. I physically can't." He examined his blood once more. "Blood's an awfully nice color, don't you think?"
Lucifer sighed and crossed the room to the human, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him out into the hallway, calling for one of his servants.
"Get him healed and keep him in the basement. Don't let his thought break loose, he'll bother us all," He grumbled to a gruff looking man, who nodded and turned to the human, waving his hand and immediately stopping the traces of the poison. Lucifer released Scipio and walked away from him back to his room, sighing. Humans were too annoying.
Scipio smiled, genuinely this time. I guess he occasionally cares… He sat in the corner of the basement again once they brought him back down, crudely cleaning his cheek off with his shirt. He sighed a bit, staring at the wall. I'm still not broken… He thought to himself, tapping his fingers on the floor. His wound had stopped actively bleeding by now, so he at least didn't have to worry about that. He couldn't feel the poison anymore, either.
Lucifer relaxed into his bed with a deep, annoyed sigh, telling a servant to leave him. He was going to take a nap, and hopefully all of this would be a deeply absurd dream. He relaxed, with just a robe on, into his plush four-poster bed, on top of the sheets and with his clothes. He'd probably wrinkle them a whole lot, but who cares, really? He just dozed lightly, slipping into a comfortable dream.
I suppose I should sleep… Scipio rubbed his eyes and slid down the wall a bit more, nestling himself into the corner. He closed his eyes and ignored his pain, eventually managing to drift off to sleep. Honestly, he was sleeping better in hell than he did in the army, for the most part. Probably because he was alone here and he found comfort in that. No one would try to kill him in his sleep.
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(Yep)
(Next day when your boi wakes up?)
(Yeah. Am I starting or you?)
(Could you? Maybe your boi could go looking around for Lucifer?)
(Sure)
Scipio woke up at some point, not really knowing how time worked down here. He was still really sore, but he didn't really care, getting up anyways and going up the stairs. He might as well wander if no one was going to stop him.
The door at the top of the steps was open; Scipio was being checked on and they must have left the door open.
Lucifer was still asleep in his room, but instead he somehow got between the sheets and on his pillows, snoring away on the pillow. He wasn't really the most graceful sleeper, but he sure as hell was the heaviest sleeper.
Scipio wandered for a few minutes until he found a door. He pushed it open and found Lucifer sleeping. This could be fun. He found a chair in the corner of the room and hung upside down from it, deciding that he'd just wait for Lucifer to wake up so he could see his reaction. He yawned a bit, his hair hanging above his head from being upside down.
Lucifer slept on for an undetermined amount of time, before rolling over in his bed, blinking open his pointed eyes slowly. He sat up and rubbed his face, yawning and stretching out, turning himself to stand before he was graced with an eye-full of human sitting stupidly in his chair.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He spat, standing from his bed, his clothes cascading to the ground from his movement.
"Oh good, you're awake." Scipio grinned, flipping around so he was upright. "I got pretty bored down there all by myself, and your lovely subjects kindly left the door open so I could explore. Don't worry, I haven't broken anything." He crossed his legs and folded his hands neatly in his lap.
Lucifer growled and crossed his room, seizing the human by his throat and dragging him to the door personally, tossing him casually into the opposite hallway wall.
"Stay out of my room," He growled in his deep voice, slamming the door so hard that one of the servants came rushing up, their face flushed.
"Human!" They exclaimed when they saw Scipio. "Why are you up here? Did you go into sir Lucifer's room?"
"Yeah, why shouldn't I?" Scipio grinned a bit as they dragged him back to the basement. "Well, it isn't my fault you left the door open! Y'all aren't any fun…" He huffed and sat against the wall again, humming to amuse himself. His wound was starting to heal by now, but it still hurt. What am I supposed to do all day?
The door shut and locked, just as Lucifer was raging to his servants in the family room, still in his robe. But that didn't take away from the incredibly intimidating, looming figure of Lucifer, his angry eyes which gleamed a bright red as he glared down at the people of his misfortune. Not to mention he was yelling at them in a Demon's language.
Once Lucifer had finished chewing them out, he whipped his robe sassily before stalking off to his room again, growling for them not to disturb him.
"I can hear you yelling from here, Lucy. What're you so upset about, hmm?" Scipio hit his head back against the wall repeatedly, very bored. Maybe he could just talk to Lucifer; that was always interesting, even if Lucifer was annoyed. Honestly, irritating people was probably his second favorite thing to do after scaring or intimidating them, and he figured he wasn't going to be able to scare Lucifer very easily. That man had seen some shit.