"Hmm. Interesting proposal." He hmmed on the idea, smiled a little and then ducked out of the room. How did Bobby do that? How did he get him to feel so damn weak and vulnerable? He had a way. An earnestness. He meant the things he said and it drove Aleister wild.
As he walked down the hallway, he heard noise coming from the lower depths and sighed, changing direction from his throne room to Lucifer's cage.
Ever since the aborted Sam thing where no vessel could be nabbed, Lucifer had been making a scene. Drama queen.
He entered the room and gave Lucifer a tired look. "Would you keep it down? Some of us are trying to work."
"What, you can't push pencils with a bit of ambiance?" Lucifer snapped his fingers and turned up the music, which was mostly circling through various devil themed songs. Right now it was Iron Maiden's 'The Number of the Beast' and Lucifer supposed he got how it might be a little distracting. Whatever, he wasn't about to stop.
He did, however, move closer to the bars to have a good look at Aleister, hissing under his breath. "Ohh, Aleister, sweet boy. You're looking all kinds of rough, aren't you?"
"I can barely hear you!" Aleister yelled out as he gestured around them. He heard most of it but very muffled over the barring racket that was overtaking the hallway. Ever since Sam had come, it seemed to light some sort of fuse under him. Maybe rejection gave him a power up - hard to say.
He clicked his fingers and the music went down considerable. It was his kingdom, his home, his rules and he could effect anything he wanted to. "You better start behaving yourself, you're trying me. You don't want to do that."
"Why would I not wanna do that? I'm curious. I know you're the big cheese down here at the mo', but let's face it. You don't exactly have me quaking in my boots, do you?" Lucifer ran a hand along a bar and then suddenly slammed his fingers against it, just to hear that dull sound it made.
Perhaps, a little, to see whether Aleister would wince. He knew there was fear there. Under all that arrogance. "You never answered my question. What's up? Why are you lookin' so tired? Tell daddy your woes."
Aleister grimaced, against his better judgement, eying up the way he slammed his fingers into the bars. He was just waiting for a chance to get out. Well, he wasn't about to let that happen. Not as long as he was king. "I'm not tired, I'm working hard. Managing chaos, as always. You wouldn't understand what it actually means to rule, you don't have it in your blood."
Not that he did but he liked to think he had it more than Lucifer. "Some of us are born to sit on the throne and rule. Some of us are just -- pathetic yapping dogs trying to get attention. By, you know, playing stupid, loud music in a vain attempt to steal focus."
"I mean. Yes. Yes, to all of that. But, look. Baby girl, I do enjoy our talks, I do. I enjoy that tit for tat and I'm getting off a little on the roleplaying too." Hey, he was the devil, of course he was into that kinky shit.
"I'm in a cage. I know, it gets you all atwitter with the power rush. But if we're talking about who's meant to rule?" He sized Aleister up and raised his eyebrows, then he reached up to grab the cage's bars on either side of his head, looking at him coldly. "I'm Lucifer the Morningstar. I'm the Son of Dawn, the Anointed Angel. Ruler of Demons and Father of Lies. Play king for as long as you can, little one. But let's not forget who is who."
"Yeah, one of us is in a cage and has been for well over seven years and one of us has been on the throne since. Let's face it, your daddy can give you titles all He wanted but they don't count for shit in the real world." And he knew that he had to work harder to keep his throne and stay on top but that just meant he had a better grip on it. He knew his destiny and he followed it.
While Lucifer knew his and repeatedly failed to make it happen. "I'm working on a spell to soundproof this place. Soon you can make impotent, useless threats and noises all you like but it won't even reach me. That's how insignificant you are." Who was the real king here? Him. That was who.
"If you lock the door to the basement twice, are you sure the monster can't get you?" Lucifer smiled and then chuckled, turning around to take a step further into the cage. Then he turned back around, his hand hitting the cage's bars again.
The sound of vibrating metal could be heard, almost felt, and Lucifer's eyes were focused on Aleister, takin in every little movement. "I've never been scared. Seems stressful.. Kind of makes you look pale and sweaty, doesn't it? You need to chill, king. I'm locked up securely. My demons are behaving themselves, aren't they? Tell them daddy wants them to stop giving you such a hard time. Your rule's secure. Why worry?"
"I'm not afraid of you." Just on edge. It was natural. Lucifer made him, made all of them, made this system and would always be looked upon better than himself. It all just rattled him, it didn't mean he was afraid or even scared. He was just ... uneasy. He cocked his head to the side, watching Lucifer and refusing to back down. He didn't break eye contact once. "They listen to me, you arrogant loser. You think anyone in hell cares what you think. You're old news."
As long as the propaganda machine kept going, it would be 'Lucifer, who?' in about 50 years. He was 7 years deep... so it was a long road but he could make it work. It was just good business. "I'm glad you'll rot in here. Feels good. To know that I have the former king in a nice, tidy little box."
"Oh yeah. I bet that feels just awesome. Wow." Lucifer spared a brief smirk and shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. His expression was serene and then he opened his eyes again, looked at Aleister. "I can feel him, you know? I can hear him think. Sad little lost boy. He blames himself so much. Hates himself so much. Just keeps on losin' and losin'."
He raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget to check in with those boys, yeah? Wouldn't want things to be too easy on little ol' me."
Aleister rolled his eyes and turned away, intent on going to yell at those stupid brothers and make sure nothing idiotic was in the works. He didn't bother looking back, he didn't give Lucifer any more satisfaction. He just left. The energy in that room - yikes. He hated it.
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As he walked down the hallway, he heard noise coming from the lower depths and sighed, changing direction from his throne room to Lucifer's cage.
Ever since the aborted Sam thing where no vessel could be nabbed, Lucifer had been making a scene. Drama queen.
He entered the room and gave Lucifer a tired look. "Would you keep it down? Some of us are trying to work."
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He did, however, move closer to the bars to have a good look at Aleister, hissing under his breath. "Ohh, Aleister, sweet boy. You're looking all kinds of rough, aren't you?"
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He clicked his fingers and the music went down considerable. It was his kingdom, his home, his rules and he could effect anything he wanted to. "You better start behaving yourself, you're trying me. You don't want to do that."
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Perhaps, a little, to see whether Aleister would wince. He knew there was fear there. Under all that arrogance. "You never answered my question. What's up? Why are you lookin' so tired? Tell daddy your woes."
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Not that he did but he liked to think he had it more than Lucifer. "Some of us are born to sit on the throne and rule. Some of us are just -- pathetic yapping dogs trying to get attention. By, you know, playing stupid, loud music in a vain attempt to steal focus."
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"I'm in a cage. I know, it gets you all atwitter with the power rush. But if we're talking about who's meant to rule?" He sized Aleister up and raised his eyebrows, then he reached up to grab the cage's bars on either side of his head, looking at him coldly. "I'm Lucifer the Morningstar. I'm the Son of Dawn, the Anointed Angel. Ruler of Demons and Father of Lies. Play king for as long as you can, little one. But let's not forget who is who."
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While Lucifer knew his and repeatedly failed to make it happen. "I'm working on a spell to soundproof this place. Soon you can make impotent, useless threats and noises all you like but it won't even reach me. That's how insignificant you are." Who was the real king here? Him. That was who.
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The sound of vibrating metal could be heard, almost felt, and Lucifer's eyes were focused on Aleister, takin in every little movement. "I've never been scared. Seems stressful.. Kind of makes you look pale and sweaty, doesn't it? You need to chill, king. I'm locked up securely. My demons are behaving themselves, aren't they? Tell them daddy wants them to stop giving you such a hard time. Your rule's secure. Why worry?"
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As long as the propaganda machine kept going, it would be 'Lucifer, who?' in about 50 years. He was 7 years deep... so it was a long road but he could make it work. It was just good business. "I'm glad you'll rot in here. Feels good. To know that I have the former king in a nice, tidy little box."
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He raised his eyebrows. "Don't forget to check in with those boys, yeah? Wouldn't want things to be too easy on little ol' me."
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Aleister rolled his eyes and turned away, intent on going to yell at those stupid brothers and make sure nothing idiotic was in the works. He didn't bother looking back, he didn't give Lucifer any more satisfaction. He just left. The energy in that room - yikes. He hated it.