"Well, then." he nodded slightly. They teleported again, this time in front of a door of silvery, ornately carved wood. "This way," he opened up the door. The room was quite large, comfortable, with a large four poster, grey curtains and all, as well as white bedsheets covering the soft mattress. The walls were of a pleasant grey-blue, the floors a dark wooden color. There was a desk in the corner, with a small lamp. The wardrobe was grand, with flowing silks of all colours, elegant garments that would have suited a prince, or some decadent emperor's prized catamite, which he tried not to think about much. He surveyed the room. Passable, but he could do better for his most highly valued servant. But, the room that most here would die for, and one that with mortals would be perfectly satisfied, would be closer to a "do-for-now" in Lucifer's opinion.
“Fantastic..” he mumbles aloud, looking at all the…everything, in the room. “Quite elegant!” He smiles ever so slightly, but doesn’t look back at Lucifer to show that.
"It will do for now, although I might be able to move you to a more suitable apartment, ah, due to your political status, that is, later." Lucifer sighed slightly. His sigh was like a petal drifting off from a flower, the first snowflake to call in winter.
“This is fine- no it’s great!” He looks at him, overwhelmed by everything. Firstly, overwhelmed with how he was…here. It wasn’t like he hasn’t considered it, his life was lonely, empty, and sad. Death wasn’t something he hadn’t ever considered. It was just the regalness of it all.
But, there’s also, Lucifer himself. With his amazing, beautiful eyes, and voice. Was he supposed to be attracted to him? He didn’t think so, but he was regardless.
And now he was super important. Maybe for the first time in his life- well, dead and alive life. He didn’t know what this job entailed but he was willing nonetheless.
"Hmm. Well, I don't quite have an assignment for you as of yet, but I'm sure something will come up soon." Lucifer said calmly. Lucifer didn’t sleep with anyone in his inner circle of staff because it was so obviously a terrible idea. He’d hired his people because they were exceptionally talented, which meant they were also difficult to replace. Firing them was therefore out, and Lucifer did not want anyone he had to see every day to join the cadre of his disgruntled former lovers. Lucifer had no patience for fools, and no intention of making one of himself. But now, he wasn't so sure. The soft, cupid's bow lips and long, soft hair of his new servant made him simply want to… well, he wanted. He had known him for a short time either way, so that could maybe have counted as dating. Hypothetically. He had no idea why he was even attracted to this perfect candidate for Heaven, but he was. This might get problematic in the future, but as of now, Lucifer didn't really care.
“And…shall I do until an opportunity arises?” He asks, his eyes lingering on Lucifer’s lips and eyes. He wondered what he was thinking. His eyes revealed nothing, so calm and serene.
"Wait, I suppose. If you need anything, just ring that bell there, and a slave will come to assist you with whatever your needs." he gestured to a small brass bell. "If you, on the other hand, need me, I'll be in my throne room for a little while longer judging souls, although I might be surveying the domain sometime later."
“Could I come with?” He asks, a small tilt of his head, “To see what you do?”
Lucifer considered this for a moment. Well, it would be a good training experience. "Well, yes then, I suppose you can." he said.
So smiles ever so slightly, “Great” he says and glances around the room one more time, “After you then”
"Alright. Wear this, it will keep the souls of the damned from attacking you." And also track his every movement. He didn't want Simon to get hurt. Lucifer handed the boy a wristband, a blackened silver, with the shape of an eye on it.
“Yessir” He says, examining the wristband and putting it on. “I’d very much rather not have the souls of the damned attack me.” He says with a smile
"Well then, off we go." he said politely, snapping his fingers as they returned to the throne room.
(thanks, this looks awesome)
Si glances around, slightly disoriented on account of being transported, that would take some getting used to, “Thank you again for the job you gave me…Sir” he says, unsure of what exactly he should call him
"Call me Lucifer. Most do. Or my Lord, your Majesty, Master, Prince of Darkness, etcetera. Whatever floats your boat, I guess." he said awkwardly.
He mulls over the options for a moment, “Alright,” he stands next to the throne, “I think I’ll go with My Lord or Lucifer” he goes quiet, “I’ll allow you to do your job now”
"Hmm… interesting. We're done for today. You were the last on the list. Well, might as well get surveying then. Fantastic." he muttered.
“Surveying..” he repeats, “Surveying them over what?”
"Just checking the progress, boring stuff. Limbo never has anything new to report, so I can get away with skipping that, but then there are the other eight circles of hell. Dreadful stuff, listening to the Overseers prattle on, it bores me half to death. I don't know why I let my sister convince me to take up this idiotic position. I'd be much better off in Heaven, running it, I mean." he sighed.
“Heaven seems overrated” Si blurts out, before looking down, slightly embarrassed, “Nothing against your wishes of ruling there, but, hell seems more interesting. And you’re here..” he blushes more violently, “Just because you seem nice and people in heaven seem like they’d be stuck up or something!” He says in a rush
"No, not really. But my sister, she's a little annoying at times. It infuriates me that someone as careless as her. I mean, she's God after all, it's in the name, she should be more attentive!" Lucifer ranted.
He tilts his head from side to side, “That family dynamic sounds interesting…”
