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Started June 30, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I dunno, it wouldn't be the worst decision I've ever made." Scipio examined his fingernails. "I've made a lot of bad decisions, though."

"Mmmm I'm sure you have." He shrugged and rested his chin on his hand, evaluating the human thoughtfully. Wait– what was he doing?? He shook his head and shut his eyes again.

Scipio glanced up at Lucifer. "Mostly murder, but I don't think you have to worry about me murdering you. I don't think you can even die, even if I wanted to kill you."

"I'm not worried at all," He just hummed, his head tilted up to gaze at the ceiling again. There were pretty paintings of lily pads up there that he may or may not have asked for.

Scipio looked up as well, his eyes flicking between each aspect of the paintings. "It's nice… who painted it? Anyone in particular?" He asked quietly, his head still tilted up.

"I dunno. They're nice though." He always wanted to take up painting. It'd be a nice past time. Maybe he'd ask one of his people to teach him. That' would be nice.

Scipio nodded. "So… have you always been the king of hell or have there been more? Like, family inheritance sort of thing."

"I fell from Heaven and this place was chaos, so I fixed it up. I'm the only one of my family line, and I will always be," He vowed, tilting his head.

Scipio nodded again. "Are you like… even able to have kids? Like, if you wanted to, of course."

"Sure I am," Lucifer said nonchalantly. "My body works like any other. I don't know why I'd want to, though."

"I mean, obviously I'm able to, but I have no desire to." Scipio shrugged, looking away from the ceiling. "You've probably seen some strange, sick, and twisted people show up here. Any fun stories?"

Lucifer seriously doubted that, but he kept it to himself for now. "I've seen a lot, but not really. Just a lot of people putting their hands on me. One was almost on top of me. Ugh." He shook his head. "I have stories but not fun ones."

"Mmm… are my parents dead? Is that something you're able to tell me? There's no way they're going to heaven, so…" Scipio's voice trailed off.

"Random question but I dunno. If they share your last name, I haven't seen anyone with your surname come through here. But that's all I'm gonna tell you," He huffed defensively.

"Alright. I mean, I'm only seventeen, so I guess it makes sense…" Scipio mused aloud. "Never much liked them, and the feeling was mutual."

"Hm. Seventeen, huh?" He glanced at the other. "You're too young to even exist around here." He chuckled and crossed his arms.

"Eh, I'm old enough. This is hell, so who gives a shit anyways? We're all sinners." Scipio stuck his tongue out a bit, grinning.

"Mmm you might say that, but may I remind you that Hell is not what you think it is," Lucifer just reminded him.

"Well, yeah, but still… I've murdered countless people. I think my age is the least of our concerns." Scipio brushed a bit of his hair out of his eyes.

"Yes, I'm just saying." He shrugged. "Not a lot of teenagers get here so quickly. In my defense, you don't look seventeen."

"Do I look older or younger?" Scipio let his hand fall back to his side, his hair just falling into his eyes again.

"Older," Lucifer hummed, stretching his legs. "There ain't nothing wrong with it, though. Anyway, do you want something to eat? I'll give you that dinner you demanded."

"Sure. I mean, I was joking about that, but I'll never turn down food. I'm a teenage boy, after all." Scipio grinned again.

"Mmmm." He grabbed and rang a small bell for the cooks, and they came in with the food he ordered earlier, except somehow there were two servings. They set it down on a wooden float thingy for them, and Lucifer approached it and beckoned for Scipio to join him.

Scipio hesitantly approached as well. "I'll just go ahead and assume it isn't poisoned. I've got nothing to lose, anyway." He took a bite. "Yeah, that doesn't taste like poison to me."