Prince of Darkness (Closed//Mature Stalkers Enabled)

"I find it hard to believe that. There's hardly any alcohol in this drink," He commented, drinking the rest of his glass.

"It still feels weird to me… I've never had a drop of alcohol before now." Scipio drank a bit more.

Lucifer watched him curiously. It was actually an understatement. Scipio's drink was just some cranberry juice. He had no idea what he was feeling.

Scipio shrugged and just continued eating, leaving the cranberry juice alone.

Lucifer gave him another weird look. "Do you want some wine? I can get you some. I'm drinking some juice too, if it helps you feel better. I have bourbon shots in my office we can take."

Scipio looked up at Lucifer, confused. He glanced at the drink and then back up again. "It's not wine?"

"Nope. It's cranberry juice. I don't know why you were getting all shivery," He said with a slight confused tone.

"I thought it was wine… hmm…" Scipio thought for a moment. "Placebo effect?"

"That doesn't…" He sighed. "Look, kid, you're dead. Alcohol doesn't have an affect on you. I have shots of bourbon but it won't do anything. I'll just taste the taste of the drink."

"But can't I die again? Am I dead or not? I know I died at least once…" Scipio said softly.

"Yes, I can kill you," Lucifer explained softly. "But you are dead. Your body has passed you on."

Scipio slowly lifted up his hand and flicked his arm. "So I still feel pain… I still have a body…?"

"You cannot inflict pain on yourself or others. Your brain– and all of their's– is dead. Only I can inflict pain on you with a certain poison that hurts your soul."

"Dammit I thought you said I could kill other servants…" Scipio sighed. "Ah, well… I suppose that part was too good to be true."

"The reason they respawn is because they've been here for long enough. And I never said that. I said you couldn't, you dummy."

"But you just said I couldn't inflict pain on others? Isn't that the fun part?" Scipio asked, still a bit confused.

"Yes. Because you can't kill or hurt them. I don't really know why you're confused," He said with a soft laugh.

"Well I'm confused because I don't know if I can kill them or not."

"You can't. You can't kill or hurt them," Lucifer repeated dully, looking bored already.

"Damn…" Scipio took another sip of the cranberry juice. "I was looking forward to that."

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "All you'll do is just irritate them. You won't get anything from 'killing' anything around here."

"Amusement? Keeps me occupied. Kinda frowned upon as a hobby, apparently…" Scipio hummed a bit to himself.

"They're not gonna bleed or anything. If you chop off a limb they'll just regrow it. You're the only one who can die."

"Woohoo. I'm special…" Scipio sighed, eating a bit more of the food.

"Yep. So don't get yourself killed or I won't bother reviving you." He sat back against the wall when he finished eating.

"And then my soul gets eaten into nonbeing, which really doesn't sound all that bad if you know what I mean." Scipio shrugged, looking up at the painting again.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, then rose his eyebrows again. "You'd rather get eaten into nonbeing?" He asked, chuckling at his tone. "You seem to be a rather kinky individual for never having intercourse."

"That's not what I meant." Scipio rolled his eyes. "I meant ceasing to exist really wouldn't be that bad of a fate. And how do you know I've never had sex, huh?"

( h e h a s n ' t )

(i know, you sort of insinuated xD)

"I'm pretty sure you mentioned it, with your feelings about others? I actually pay attention, you know." He grinned a little and shook his head. "Psychology is a nice thing. It's one of the only things you humans do any good in."