“Yeah, in that case, humans got it wrong,” he replied, feeling more relaxed as he continued talking. “In all the movies they paint you as a giant demonic monster. But… I kind of like this better.”
He glanced over when Lucifer pointed, following his finger to the building off to the side. He tilted his head yet again, hair falling into his eyes.
Lucifer grinned. "I'm not a monster, more of a… sadistic masochistic ruler of hell?" He shrugged. "I still can kill someone with a look, so." He giggled.
“So that’s where drop-dead gorgeous comes from,” Damien said breathily, stifling a laugh. He kept his smile plastered on his face, nodding toward Lucifer.
Damien found it almost mocking that the king of Hell had people he called “friends.” In all the movies, books, stories, Lucifer was always the bad guy who took nothing from anyone, and even though Lucifer claimed that he was a sadistic masochist, he still didn’t seem to fit the stereotype in Deem’s mind.
Lucifer hummed, adjusting his shirt and sighed, snapping and he was now in a pair of black pants, a dark red button up shirt, and suspenders. "Mm, works not too fun. What do you wanna do-?" He asked, leaning his head to the side. His eyes seemed to have a glint… to it. A odd… sparkle with it.
“Well, Hell seems relatively boring,” Damien replied, walking back up to be in Lucifer’s vicinity. He didn’t seem to take too much concern with personal space, eyes gazing over the other man. He finally met his eyes, intent glimmer not taking him by surprise. “ I’d love it if you could prove me wrong”
Lucifer paused. "Hm, borings the tourture here. Though, we do have bars, clubs, and shit like that. So~" He purred, snickering to himself as he looked toward a bar, sighing softly. He hadn't had a break in… years.
“Haven’t been to one, surprisingly,” he responded, voice a low hum.
He paused for a moment, brushing hair from his eyes yet again as he squinted them closed for just a moment. “You know… I’d love it if you could show me around. If you have the time, of course?” Deem asked in almost a purr, attention flickering around to the relatively empty streets.
Lucifer nodded. "Of course." He said, taking the other's hand, and walking around. "That's the building where we kill people, torture them, etc." And then, he glanced to another one. "That's for the whores-" He scoffed, glaring at the building, before walking a bit ahead and pointing toward a bar. "Thats the bar…"
And he went on, and on.
(Bump-)
Deem nodded along with each of Lucifer’s introductions, but his attention was meticulously placed elsewhere. He could feel the demon king’s warmth in his hand, and he kept that playful smile plastered on his face.
“Yeah, quite a nice place you have here,” he said wistfully, eyes dancing across Lucifer’s face. “And, I’m under the impression— so far— that Hell doesn’t have any outs? I am stuck here forever, right?”
Lucifer smirked softly. "Well I mean, what else is an eternity to you?" He said sarcastically. "No dip shit, your stuck here." He hummed, walking around before they got to a hotel and he leaned against one of the walls. "You can stay here- Or live with me for- a while in my house-" He muttered, sighing,
Damien nodded, looking truly unimpressed, like his attention was miles away.
“Well, which option’s more fun?” he asked dully, brushing his hair from his eyes and flitting his gaze back to meet Lucifer’s. “Because I’ve been living on the side of the road for a few days now and either one would be absolutely wonderful, but my curiosity still stands.”
"Define fun, darling." He teased with a giggle, smirking. Of course, he was gonna make this a dirty way, after all, he was Lucifer.
He hummed, waiting for a response with a flirtatious smirk on his face.
“Well, Hell is known for its sins, is it not?” Deem purred, stepping slightly closer to the demon. He kept his eyes looking over Lucifer’s face, cooing each word melodically. “So I’d say, sin in general. I got here for a reason, didn’t I? So now it’s your turn to show me what life is like down under. Without the mortal hinderances. Without the … vulnerability of a human body.”
"I'm confused…" He cocked his head to the side, revealing his pointed teeth. "Can you explain it in a more… um… understandable way?" He asked, looking up toward him, humming softly with a toothy grin.
I'm really confused about this… What does he mean by 'Without the vulnerability of the human body? He thought, humming in thought.
“Well I can’t die here, right?” Deem asked, raising an eyebrow. “Thus, I am immortal, too. So, therefor, I’m not weak like a normal human, so I don’t have to worry about anything dangerous. Can’t die if I’m already dead, right?”
He paused for a moment, squinting. “Unless… Can I re-die down here? Is there a place worse than Hell?”
"Kinda. I mean if you die here, your soul goes into nothingness, darling." Lucifer hummed, looking up at him and poking his chest. "And being alone isn't too fun." He smirked.
“Alright, well that’s something I didn’t know,” Deem mumbled, tilting his head to the side. “In that case, I’m not sure.”
He leaned down, smiling that crooked smile of his with black eyes gleaming. “Well then, where would you want me to be staying? With you being the king of this place, I kind of have to follow orders. Wasn’t that the deal?”
Lucifer grinned, leaning closer. "Indeed." He purred a bit s e d u c t i v l y in the others ear, smirking to himself.
(aHha-)
(Muahaha Deem my small boy you’re in for it now—)
Deem, luckily for him, had no trouble in keeping himself composed. He let the lids to his eyes droop as his skin tingled to the deep sound of Lucifer’s voice. He met the words with equal flirtatiousness, lifting a hand to fiddle with the collar of the other man’s shirt.
“So, then,” he said smoothly, locking eyes with the demon. “What should I do?”
Lucifer hummed, running a finger lightly down his chest. "Maybe you could stay with me.. y'know. Just for the fun." He teased, grinning.
( gduisidh- )
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.
(hahahah-)
“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.