Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
Lucifer wasn't in any sort of mood to disclose why he'd let his feet guide him to Repose. The truth (unadmitted for the moment even to himself) was that he wasn't quite certain what the draw had been. In the past, he'd situated himself in the larger cities, with more eager souls for him to pass the time with. But there was definitely a pull to Repose, which he didn't doubt anyone with the proper sense was able to see and feel.
She wasn't wrong about the people that filled the town and how they passed their Sundays. But he knew what their hearts were like, and how few of them were actually penitent. How few were actually there for the "right" reasons, and how many of them just wanted to avoid their inevitable time with him Below because of the lives they'd crafted. "The faithful..." His low voice took on the weight of disbelief and gentle scorn. "And how many of them here do you think fit that description?" He lifted his weight from his elbow and turned himself to slither his gaze over the inhabitants of the diner. "They certainly do say a lot about me, don't they?" The way he was propped against the diner counter was nearly a lounge, spread like he had the right to every bit of space he took up. But, perhaps surprisingly, he didn't infringe on hers. "How much of it do you think is actually true?" His brows lifted again, and though there was maybe some amusement there, there was also a challenge. Not to her directly, but present...
He filed away her warning, already knowing the names of her brothers (he'd had enough time of his own to come to know the others like him). He wasn't in town to get on anyone's bad side - at least not anyone like her. "And you? Why are you here, if not for the pie?" His smile hung for a moment before it split into another wider grin. "Or are we not good enough friends for you to tell me that yet?"