Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
There was a certain feeling that came when you knew that someone was expecting you. And another when you knew that they knew you were near. And he knew, even as he'd been approaching the diner, that the one he was meeting knew that he was already there. It was a sort of plucked-string harmony between the two of them (at least from his perspective), reverberating unheard by humans, but it set his skin tingling. She was a counterpart - not just divinity, but closer than that. One with a similar gifted burden. And she wasn't currently "at home" back Below, either.
Interesting.
"Did they? How unfortunate for them." There was a knife's edge behind his pale eyes. "Good thing I'm your friend now. I'll be able to avoid that particular eventuality." It was a dance, these words, and the dance delighted him. For as widely traveled and long-lived as he was, encountering others like himself was a rare thing. Especially when it wasn't one of his own brothers or sisters. It was perhaps an odd and difficult thing for a human mind, if thought about too hard - how to fit together the multiple systems of beliefs that people held. But for Lucifer, it was just a truth to be accepted. His Dad was the maker of all creation, but there were other creators as well, and other gods, other powers. Their edges didn't all quite match up neatly, but (in his opinion) they didn't need to.
He watched her as she watched him, coffee acquired and tasted (with a slight incline of his head and an expression that clearly stated that it could be worse), and it only took the barest glance toward the waitress before the young woman was bringing over another plate of pie and setting it on the counter with a rattle of shaking plate against formica. He pulled his eyes from the woman next to him again, and angled them up across the counter. His smile was soft as he reached out to brush long fingers against the waitress' wrist. "Thank you," he murmured, and she stammered out a few almost-words before flushing like she had with Hel and making a retreat to the kitchen.
"Am I, now?" It seemed to amuse him, the fact that his appearance wasn't a surprise. "Is that a compliment?" The smile that curved his lips betrayed that he would likely take it as one, no matter its original intended purpose. "I can't quite return the sentiment, but I'm not disappointed in what I've found." Of course he wasn't. She was beautiful and poised, and though he had no problem drawing people to him, he doubted that the two of them would be tumbling into either of their beds anytime soon. "So to what do I owe this particular late-night snack?"