Prince of Darkness (Closed//Mature Stalkers Enabled)

"Hey, Lucy. If you're hoping I'll go mad, I think you'll find you're about seventeen years too late." Scipio kept spinning himself around the pole, using his dexterity and strength from the army to help him out. "Just send me a message when you're coming or something, yeah? Otherwise I'll probably just talk at you until you get sick of it and come down to make me quiet." Kinky. Wonder if he can hear my thoughts too or just what I say aloud?

Lucifer's eyes flicked open and he just sighed deeply. How about you just shut your mouth and stay quiet? Your body will grow hungry eventually and you'll die. Again. But that's the goal, Lucifer answered back, his throaty voice echoing in the human's head. Now stop talking to me. He relaxed slowly into the pool of hot water, letting the steam of it melt away his stress. He sunk down so the water lapped up his broad shoulders and neck, relaxing into the side wall like that with a deep sigh.

"What'll you do if I don't? You'd just kill me, wouldn't you? Either way I'll die, so why should I stop?" Scipio got his legs up onto the pole. This was honestly occupying his time better than anything else in this room would. "Dying isn't all that bad, Lucy… I've done it before, you know." He grinned to himself, continuing his spinning. "This is fun. I thought hell was supposed to be bad? Care to explain, Luce?"

I bet you have, He just answered simply, his brow pressing together again with a deep sigh from his throat. Look, can you just control yourself, human? I'm trying to relax and you are not helping. He also wanted to forget about the teen but that was proving to be impossible, apparently. His usual dealing-with-crazy-people-techniques weren't working, which was kind of annoying. Not nearly annoying as that damn kid, though.

"Hey, my name's Scipio, not human. You've read my file, no? They exist here?" Scipio hung from the pole by his legs, sighing. "I've been calling you by your name. It's only fair if you reciprocate, of course." Scipio looked at the room, still upside down. "What are you supposed to do in hell, anyways? Whatever it is, it's probably a 'hell' of a lot better than whatever they do in heaven." He laughed to himself, getting a bit lightheaded. "Y'all got air conditioning? Pretty hot down here in hell."

Lucifer just groaned out-loud, being driven up the wall with this person. I don't care about your name, just as you don't mine. And of course we do. Just not down there, you idiot. That's the point of me locking you down there. Now I'd suggest you stop talking to yourself so you stop taking up the oxygen and adding more heat into the room. Or you'll suffocate, and that'd be nooo fun, right? He asked childishly, however that was exactly what he wanted from the human. He shut his eyes again and sunk into the hot water.

"Dunno. I've suffocated people before and they were screaming with excitement the whole time." Scipio smirked. "You can't break something that's already broken, oh king of hell. I'm just about as fucked up as people come. Ain't that what you're into, though?" Scipio spun more on the pole and fell onto the concrete. Dammit… "Ow…"

"Yuck," Lucifer spat to himself and out-loud, his expression scrunching up and he shook his head. This human wasn't even put-together enough to be a Demon. Lucifer rose from the baths and dried himself off, putting on his boxers and robe. He opened the basement door once he reached it and trotted down the steps, feeling somewhat silly but comfortable nevertheless as he pulled a giant knife from his pocket, and paused at the ground below.
"Anyway, I've decided you're too… to be a Demon. Your soul will be confiscated and sacrificed to my people to enjoy." He tapped the large knife in his big, scarred hands. It would only hurt the young man a lot, but honestly, it hadn't even been five minutes and the human was annoying Lucifer.

"Alright. Go ahead, Lucy." Scipio held his arms out calmly, not at all fearing death. He was already in hell, so who cared? "Do you know how many people would adore being in my place? Ceasing to exist is quite a desirable fate, you know. Careful not to mar my lovely face, though. I'd like to die pretty." He bit his lip hard, drawing a bit of blood. "I like the way blood tastes. Do you? Sounds like a king of hell kinda thing."

"Right. Come here." He gestured the other over with the knife, turning over a few plans in his head. Maybe he'd just give him a scratch for annoying him and leave the human down here for a while. It would certainly not leave the human pretty. However he wasn't about to tell the human this. Cus then he might get mad and start begging him not to. Lucifer would just love to see this human's self-desire melt away.

Scipio moved closer until he was standing in front of Lucifer, looking up at him expectantly. A drop of blood rolled down his chin from his lip and he held his arms behind his back in a military like way. "You gonna kill me or what? Not scared, are you?" He smiled in an almost eerie way as he waited to die again, although in a more painful way than his first.

Without hesitation and not even after Scipio finished talking, Lucifer cut his large knife skillfully across a patch of skin on the human's cheek, cutting through it seamlessly but sending much pain through him at the slash.
"Scared? No. Enjoy your blood. And infection." Lucifer turned around and started going upstairs again, humming.

Scipio flinched despite his best efforts and held his hand up to the wound. Blood seeped through his thin fingers, and he sat down quietly in a corner of the room. "Y-You won't break me that easy, Lucy. You'll have to try harder…" He removed his hand for a moment and examined his own blood, feeling more of it running down his cheek.

"I'm sure I will. I will leave the door unlocked. I'll be next door in the springs if you need me to finish the job," He hummed softly as he wove past the door and left it cracked for the human, the light of his home shining down along the steps and onto the floor.

Lucifer went back into his bedroom and into his springs room, where he stripped again and sunk back down into his hot pool with a happy sigh.

Scipio got up and left the room, slipping silently into the springs room. He'd gotten quite good at moving quietly when he was alive. He stood in the corner, letting his bloody hand fall to his side. "Can't imagine why you'd want me in here, honestly. I don't think you like me very much, but you did basically just invite me into a room where you're naked, so…"

Lucifer tilted his head back a little to stare holes into the human that had joined him, his tanned, muscular body able to be seen at the angle they were at with each other.
"I thought you would want me to finish the job. Now that I've ruined your pretty face and all." He chuckled and shook his head slowly. "And I don't care. You can look at me all you want. You're not getting jack-shit from me. So it doesn't matter."

Scipio rolled his eyes, temporarily ignoring the blood on his face. "Hon, it takes more than that to take away my good looks. Now I'll just have a scar. Girls dig scars, which would be great if I actually liked girls." He shrugged, leaning against the wall. Honestly, he was feeling lightheaded from the blood loss, but he wasn't going to mention it. "Do you think guys like scars too?"

"Dunno. It won't matter because you'll be passed on sooner or later from the poison from my blade. So… eh." He shrugged. "I can fork out one of your eyes if you want. Maybe cut off your nose or maybe part of your chin? But that'd make you die faster, wouldn't it?" Lucifer asked rhetorically, leaning back against the wall and tilting his head up with a slow sigh.

"Mhmm. You can't really do much to make this worse for me. If you do anything, I'll die quicker, and you wouldn't want that…" Scipio's eyes shifted in and out of focus. "I-I'm doing… I'm doing just peachy right now, though…" Stupid poison… wonder what it's like to cease to exist? Probably pretty nice, honestly…

"Mhm. It'll be nice for everyone around you. You'll only be a whisper in the wind, human. Yet you've seemed to come to amends with that." Lucifer moved across the tub and stood out of it, throwing his robe on and covering his muscular, heavily scarred backside. He sat down and crossed one leg over the other, watching the human as he dozed in and out with his soul.

Scipio's legs felt weak and he slowly slid down the wall, breathing heavily. "Y-You don't want me dead, do you? Dark person like me… I… I-I could be helpful to you…" He looked down at the blood on his hand, fresh drops falling down on top of it. White hot pain pulsed through his cheek and down into his neck as the poison crept towards his heart.

"I kind of do. I'm a man who works by himself," Lucifer deflected his pleas, watching him slowly slide down the wall. "It's my job, to choose who becomes a demon and who does not. You will not stay with me, and I will not allow you to harm my people. Therefore I must eliminate you, and make you feel the same pain others have felt at your hand."

"I-I mean, that's fair, but it's sort of my job to beg at this point, so…" Scipio put his hand against his cheek again. "Do I have to 'make a deal with the devil' or some shit? I've seen things, but I'm afraid to say we haven't met before. Not in person, at least. I dunno what you want me to do."

"I want you to suffer. I want you to pay for your sins, because it's my job to make sure you do. That is all," He murmured to the human, his black gaze watching him try to stop his death. "You seem very unsure of your ending. Perhaps it wasn't as nice as you thought, your soul leaving your body? And you will continue to feel that pain, Mr. Scipio."

"Oh, y-you don't understand, Lucy…" Scipio murmured. "I feel great. Better then ever, actually. You see, the first time I died, I was hung. Now I get to truly experience death, and that makes me… happy…" He finished in a whisper, smiling to piss Lucifer off. "Thank you for letting me die happily, hon." He closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly fading. Maybe that'll convince him…

"Maybe that'll convince me? You might be a serial killer but you are certainly not intelligent. I have no other painful ways of killing you, and trust me, I know you are not happy. You never were. You are almost completely apathetic." Lucifer sighed and shook his head. "No human can trick the Prince of Darkness. You are a fool if you think so." He stood from his chair and grabbed his clothing. "Like I said, you are only a name in my book. I will never think of you again. That should be your only condolence."

"You won't forget me…" Scipio smiled softly. "And I can feel happy, thank you very much. Albeit, usually in the middle of murder, but it's still happiness… I can also feel angry and sad and all sorts of things. Just… ah, just not guilt. No matter what you do to me, I will never regret anything I've done. I physically can't." He examined his blood once more. "Blood's an awfully nice color, don't you think?"

Lucifer sighed and crossed the room to the human, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him out into the hallway, calling for one of his servants.
"Get him healed and keep him in the basement. Don't let his thought break loose, he'll bother us all," He grumbled to a gruff looking man, who nodded and turned to the human, waving his hand and immediately stopping the traces of the poison. Lucifer released Scipio and walked away from him back to his room, sighing. Humans were too annoying.

Scipio smiled, genuinely this time. I guess he occasionally cares… He sat in the corner of the basement again once they brought him back down, crudely cleaning his cheek off with his shirt. He sighed a bit, staring at the wall. I'm still not broken… He thought to himself, tapping his fingers on the floor. His wound had stopped actively bleeding by now, so he at least didn't have to worry about that. He couldn't feel the poison anymore, either.

Lucifer relaxed into his bed with a deep, annoyed sigh, telling a servant to leave him. He was going to take a nap, and hopefully all of this would be a deeply absurd dream. He relaxed, with just a robe on, into his plush four-poster bed, on top of the sheets and with his clothes. He'd probably wrinkle them a whole lot, but who cares, really? He just dozed lightly, slipping into a comfortable dream.