Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
She sensed him beyond the doors. It was a rather odd sensation, as it always was when divinity neared. Even when expected, immortal beings left her feeling rather bereft. For all that Nel fought her fate, she did have an entirely visceral reaction to the churning heat of humanity. The man outside the door, if a man is what you wished to call him, wasn't a feast. He was power, surely, but then so was she, and she understood perfectly well that either of them could smite the entirety of this town with nothing but a thought. Well, she could. She suspected he had some christian balance that required adherence to, more's the pity.
She glanced over at the man that joined her. He was rather overdressed for this diner, but so was she, and, they, neither of them, looked a thing like the diners clustered into booths, sandwiched in amid cracking seats and scratched up tops.
Nel raised the unimpressive stoneware to her lips, and she took another sip of the coffee. The waitress was summoned over with a curl of long, pale an powerful fingers. "A coffee for my friend," she told the woman, and then she looked over at her now-companion. "The last person to call me darling suffered a rather dreadful accident." But she was smiling, the grin saying she was most likely joking. "The pie's exceptional. You should have a slice," she recommend. The pie was entirely ordinary, but that was rather the point. In this ordinary little town that wasn't ordinary at all, something like dull apple pie was entirely to be expected, perhaps even sought.
She set her fork down, and then she gave him her full attention for the span of half a minute. "You're precisely what I expected." He was. Of course he was. The devout had converted him into something comprised of viscera and crimson, and featuring hooves and horns, but sin was never particularly ugly on the outside. It would be foolhardy to expect temptation to have an unattractive face.