Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
There was indeed something about being the last stop on the line for souls. It held a place of power, and Lucifer hadn't completely neglected to see that over the millenia. In fact, it was a position that he may have taken willingly, if he'd been asked. But he hadn't, and therein resided the knotted source of his bitterness toward his Father. This wasn't a moment for families or bitterness though, but instead for a connection of two mirrored "fates".
"Perhaps," he echoed her, word and tone alike, "But who wants a dreadful accident to begin with? No matter the aftermath?"
The waitress was gone by the time his companion warned about mortal confusion, and it made him laugh. It was a laugh for bedrooms and pleasure, but also one that would echo in the background at certain others' pain. It was awful and nice in equal measures, and difficult to pin down or define. "Do you require much worship, my dear?" It was a tease, but far beneath there was a thread of curiosity. "There should be enough for both of us, even in such a small slip of a soul. And there's plenty of them to go around." To tell the truth, Lucifer didn't actually require worship the way some of the gods did. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy being doted on and fawned over.
"There will always be more fun." It was a truth that had proven itself time and again. But his focus landed on the outstretched fork, pie balanced careful upon tines. Alright, then. His lips curved again, amused smile, as those long fingers reached out a second time, this time in her direction, and fingertips settled lightly but hot beneath her hand, turning it the right way and steadying. It was barely a brush of contact, but enough to hopefully keep her hand from moving away. He leaned forward, ducking his head but angling his eyes up toward her face, and watched her. It was cliche to say he had a mouth made for sin, but it was a cliche for a reason, and obvious when his mouth opened to accept the offered pie, lips pressing soft around the silver utensil as he drew back again. The entire production (because it was, indeed, that) only took a few seconds, and when he sat back again in his chair, savoring his bite of pie even though it was relatively unimpressive, he was smiling again.