"Vallo is turning out to be, for the most part, an enjoyable vacation from duty." Lucifer never kept it a secret how he felt about his banishment to Hell. His father created a torturer, a punisher as the King of Hell but what people failed to realize was that even though Lucifer excelled at it, considered it his duty to punish those who hurt the innocent and did evil, Hell was far from a dream job. Downright boring most days. He preferred Earth or Vallo now.
Lucifer raised his hand to attract the attention of one of the waitresses. "A bottle of whiskey from behind the bar, two glasses. Make sure it's the better stuff," he called before turning his attention back to Dean. "Whatever version of him that you ended is worth toasting to. I met the man when he was alive and when he arrived in my domain and he was disagreeable both times. He was one of my personal projects when he came to Hell and while there were many options, sometimes the most painful torture is through the ego." In fact it seemed to be more common than the physical tortures these days, indicating a fair bit about the kind of people that crossed the threshhold. "There are only so many demons so time loops allow for continuing torture without need of demon presence. Also a torture in itself when people realize they are stuck in a time loop and cannot stop their actions," he added, voice softer as he tried not to acknowledge the creeping memories of Azreal's blade sliding into Uriel's gut by his own hand over and over. "Hell loop if you prefer."
Lucifer nodded shortly and sat up a little straighter as the waitress returned, setting out the bottle and two glasses. "Good. I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to clean my blood up off the club floor here in Vallo. People come here for a night away from their daily lives, to escape and let loose. A little danger creates a mood and a lot kills it. Consider yourself hired."