"You've been rattling your bars louder than usual from what I hear. Wanting my attention. I find that interesting, given that you didn't care until now." Lucifer was acting up, apparently. He had no idea, he didn't honestly care and he would have ignored it happily but ... Sam was missing and suddenly, Lucifer was yelling louder and trying to get people's attention? Red flags all around.
Was Sam in hell? Where and with who? It made no sense.
"Your attention? Who'd want that?" Lucifer decided that wasn't worth getting up, so he stayed seated on the bottom of his cage, leaning back on his hands with his outstretched legs crossed in front of him. But his eyes were on Aleister. "I want the attention of whoever is in charge of Hell. Can't be you, seeing how you're doing piss-all to keep my place in order."
He tilted his head. "I want to register some complaints with the current management."
"If you want to register a complain, you -- well, frankly, you can just go fuck yourself. I don't really care what you like or dislike. Or what you think of Hell. It's not yours anymore, darling. Out with the old, in with the new." And he didn't need to stand here and care what Lucifer said. He could go back to Bobby and tell him Lucifer was loud, he didn't have to have specifics.
"Make this visit worth my time or I'm going." He gestured to the door and then threw his arms out. "Why so angry? Wallowing in your own uselessness or anything more important?"
"Who's the strongest demon you got fucking around, King of Hell? Obviously it's not you, not by a long shot." Lucifer felt that was not even worth noting, yet he liked noting it. He kept looking up at Aleister, not particularly bothered by the demon's wannabe dismissal. Still standing there, wasn't he?
"Under my rule I'd not have stood for some demon slowly growing more and more in power like that. I guess you're too weak to really make a stand, huh?" He arched his eyebrows and then smiled. "Bet you've got a name in mind. Too scared to confront him, are you?"
Well, fuck. He frowned at Lucifer, unsure how the other knew that was the name in his head. Lazar had been angling for his throne for a while now, he was a Lucifer loyalist and he kept getting stronger and stronger. Weirdly strong. He didn't really know how to engage with it, he'd mostly just hoped not to keep the peace. He had so many deals with Lazar, just to keep him out of the way and hopefully set aside. "I'm not ... I'm not scared. I'm-- tentative. Until you know the details, it's idiotic to run into a situation. And besides, I have other issues."
Like finding Sam and trying to get Bobby into his bed. He didn't really know what he was even going to do with Lazar. "Your demon, your princes, they're always the worst to deal with. Spoilt brats."
"They're strong. They're demanding. They find you wanting." As simple as that. Lucifer shrugged, stretching his arms out over his head and turning his head to get rid of any perceived cranks in his neck. He didn't really get those. He was an angel, fallen or not.
"Here I thought you were just busy whoring or whatever it is you do with your spare time, but no. You're a coward." Figured. Lucifer pulled one leg up and casually wrapped his arms around him, propping his chin up on his knee. "Now, tell daddy about your other issues, baby girl. What is it, huh? What's got your panties in a twist? Maybe I can help."
"And yet none of them thought to challenge me. Funny, that. If I'm just an insignificant little demon, why am I still on the throne?" It was quite funny, he knew that many demons looked down on him and considered him lesser because of his originals. A crossroads demon on the throne and all. And yet, they knew he had majority support - no one had dared go against him. "Ultimately, love, you're in there and I'm out here."
So who was stronger than who in the end? It wasn't all brute strength. It was smarts too. Cunning. The ability to manipulate and have fucking imagination.
"Honestly, between you and me? I think they just can't be arsed with ruling, so they are not gonna bother. That one though, growing stronger and stronger? I remember that one. Quite the ambitious streak. But then, you knew that. That's why you're so worried." Lucifer felt it was easy to see after so many years of dealing with it all. Aleister might be hard to understand and predict for most, yet so far he didn't struggle with it.
What Aleister said next made him sit up, an immediate frown on his face. "You lost my vessel?"
He pressed his lips together and thought, realised. Interesting. "I see."
"Not lost. Misplaced. And I wasn't involved, actually. I'm looking into it as a favour. It's always good to have people owe you." Ah, now he had Lucifer's attention. He didn't seem wholly surprised though, more ... expectant. Strange. He cocked his head to the side and decided to change tactics.
"You know back at hotel Babylon, was it? Where you shanked your brother, Raphael. Any chance, out of curiosity, that he could have pulled a fast one on you?" If Raphael was alive then wherever he was, Sam was.
"You're telling me. All kinds of people owing me favours." What a wonderful day of reckoning he planned on having when he got out of here. Lucifer was thinking about some of those dreams he had had, wondering whether there might be more to them. A line to Sam made a lot of sense, but dreams trickling through? He'd have to go pull on that thread.
He was musing his next steps when Aleister's line of questioning was throwing him off. He smiled, despite himself. "My little brother?" There was a nice thought, somehow. "I felt bad about killing him. Didn't think he'd actually get in my way. He was always more like you. A coward."
What a sweet boy though. Always entertaining. "I couldn't feel him around after killing him. Archangels. There was always-- You'd not know, would you? You're an only child. Anyway, as far as I know, he's gone gone. Although if I could pick any of the three, I'd go with him. He was fun. Why do you ask? Any signs of the boy?"
"No. Not that I know of. Though it would appear your vessel disagrees. One summoning spell for Raphael and he's disappeared into the ether." Maybe that was linked to the archangel, maybe that was just coincidence and desperation. He had no idea but he wasn't getting much here but threats and pointless musing.
"I'm glad I'm an only child. I would say it's made my life blissfully easy. Compared to yours and the lumps of plaid." He supposed he could have siblings, his mother fucked around a lot, but he liked to think he didn't.
"Well, as enlightening as this is, I have productive things to do."
"You can only summon an archangel with an archangel's feather." That was some very specific lore that likely wasn't much good to anyone, given that - to Lucifer's knowledge - he was the only archangel left standing. Or left sitting in a cage, as the case might be.
The whole thing had certainly made him think though. Remembering something with Raphael and his vessel. Minor detail, suddenly becoming so much more relevant. Naturally, he saw no need to let Aleister know. "Stop by again some time. You know, before you get usurped. I worry about you, baby girl. Take care of you for me, will you? Don't let those nasty demons pull your pigtails."
Aleister rolled his eyes and held up a dismissive hand before he turned away. So Raphael had not been summoned at all. So what, exactly, was going on with Sam and where had he gone? God, he'd never get laid with Bobby at this rate.
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Was Sam in hell? Where and with who? It made no sense.
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He tilted his head. "I want to register some complaints with the current management."
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"Make this visit worth my time or I'm going." He gestured to the door and then threw his arms out. "Why so angry? Wallowing in your own uselessness or anything more important?"
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"Under my rule I'd not have stood for some demon slowly growing more and more in power like that. I guess you're too weak to really make a stand, huh?" He arched his eyebrows and then smiled. "Bet you've got a name in mind. Too scared to confront him, are you?"
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Well, fuck. He frowned at Lucifer, unsure how the other knew that was the name in his head. Lazar had been angling for his throne for a while now, he was a Lucifer loyalist and he kept getting stronger and stronger. Weirdly strong. He didn't really know how to engage with it, he'd mostly just hoped not to keep the peace. He had so many deals with Lazar, just to keep him out of the way and hopefully set aside. "I'm not ... I'm not scared. I'm-- tentative. Until you know the details, it's idiotic to run into a situation. And besides, I have other issues."
Like finding Sam and trying to get Bobby into his bed. He didn't really know what he was even going to do with Lazar. "Your demon, your princes, they're always the worst to deal with. Spoilt brats."
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"Here I thought you were just busy whoring or whatever it is you do with your spare time, but no. You're a coward." Figured. Lucifer pulled one leg up and casually wrapped his arms around him, propping his chin up on his knee. "Now, tell daddy about your other issues, baby girl. What is it, huh? What's got your panties in a twist? Maybe I can help."
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So who was stronger than who in the end? It wasn't all brute strength. It was smarts too. Cunning. The ability to manipulate and have fucking imagination.
"I lost a moose. I'm just trying to find him."
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What Aleister said next made him sit up, an immediate frown on his face. "You lost my vessel?"
He pressed his lips together and thought, realised. Interesting. "I see."
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"You know back at hotel Babylon, was it? Where you shanked your brother, Raphael. Any chance, out of curiosity, that he could have pulled a fast one on you?" If Raphael was alive then wherever he was, Sam was.
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He was musing his next steps when Aleister's line of questioning was throwing him off. He smiled, despite himself. "My little brother?" There was a nice thought, somehow. "I felt bad about killing him. Didn't think he'd actually get in my way. He was always more like you. A coward."
What a sweet boy though. Always entertaining. "I couldn't feel him around after killing him. Archangels. There was always-- You'd not know, would you? You're an only child. Anyway, as far as I know, he's gone gone. Although if I could pick any of the three, I'd go with him. He was fun. Why do you ask? Any signs of the boy?"
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"I'm glad I'm an only child. I would say it's made my life blissfully easy. Compared to yours and the lumps of plaid." He supposed he could have siblings, his mother fucked around a lot, but he liked to think he didn't.
"Well, as enlightening as this is, I have productive things to do."
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The whole thing had certainly made him think though. Remembering something with Raphael and his vessel. Minor detail, suddenly becoming so much more relevant. Naturally, he saw no need to let Aleister know. "Stop by again some time. You know, before you get usurped. I worry about you, baby girl. Take care of you for me, will you? Don't let those nasty demons pull your pigtails."
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Aleister rolled his eyes and held up a dismissive hand before he turned away. So Raphael had not been summoned at all. So what, exactly, was going on with Sam and where had he gone? God, he'd never get laid with Bobby at this rate.