lazarus ( incubus ) . (shatterings) wrote in light_of_may, |
Humans had made the jobs of demons that much easier over the centuries. Lazarus was hardly complaining about that, the ease with which his kind could now wander from place to place, dabbling in one sin or another, mortals always so willing to take part in one primal act or another with any stranger who seemed interested. Lazarus' job had certainly gotten that much easier over the years, though there was still plenty of challenge to be found if he was willing to look for it. Usually he was. The challenge was what kept things interesting, kept things fresh and exciting. Without the challenge there was no point.
It helped that Demi had ordered something worthwhile, something worth drinking, because Lazarus had ordered two of whatever she was having. As soon as he saw what it was the bartender set in front of them he smiled more broadly. She always did have good taste. It was good to see that that hadn't changed. He had just lifted his glass in his hand when his fellow demon recognised him for who he was, from the time they had spent together in the past, and she clinked her own drink against his. His smile became a grin and then he drank from the rim of the glass, savouring the rich, deep taste. There were some things humans did well. This was one of them.
"What am I doing here?" he asked, amusement in his voice. "What are you doing here?" Lazarus set his glass back on the bar, toying with the rim of the glass, his fingers circling the edge for a few moments as he considered her. "I thought a town like this would bore you to tears." The last time they had been in the same room they had been able to hear bombs falling, people screaming and crying, dying for miles in all directions. This was a stark contrast to say the least.