Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
Nel was not accepting of her fate, but she was not unaware of her effect on the world around her. Here, in this small-town gathering of gods, she expected to be sensed. It wasn't that she considered herself better than they, but she was the end of the line, was Nel. There was a certain beauty in being the one who could hold the strongest heroes and villains, and do it all while sitting in a mansion behind gates, living opulently and in possession of a throne. Which was all to say that, yes, she called to him, sensed him, and knew that he would sense her.
"Perhaps," she said of dreadful accidents incurred at the knife's edge of a term of endearment. "You assume that what comes after a dreadful accident is always dreadful itself." She sipped her coffee, and she chuckled a low, masculine-tinged chuckle at his emphasis on the word friend.
She understood that it was all a game. Everyone believed what they believed, and they believed it without question. It was how it all worked, and Nel wasn't about to parade herself and declare truths and open eyes. They could co-exist, surely, in this place, as they were currently co-existing in this diner. There was a certain beauty to it, she had to admit, even if she'd spent the entirety of her life avoiding just such an encounter. "You'll confuse her," she told him, her icy gaze dropping warmly to the touch against the waitress' wrist. "She won't know who to worship or who to fear." It was a tease, really, and no one really knew what devil was sitting across from them. They labeled sin with their own denomination, but that would be rather all too limiting a reality.
She sipped her coffee, and she took a forkful of pie and then held the fork out to him, should he want it. "It's a small town. I wanted to see who the newcomer was." It was casual, fearless, offered without any sort of demurring. She was a woman, yes, but she was more than that. "You missed the fun."