"Well, I don't have many people to talk to. Not anyone who would bring any conversational value, anyways. I think this is the first real conversation I've had in… it can't have been more than a few thousand years." Lucifer shrugged.
“Do you enjoy the silence?” Simon asks, looking at him curiously, “Well not the silence, it’s quite noisy down here. But the…lack of conversations?”
"… No." Lucifer admitted.
“Hm, I say I enjoy silence but…after several thousands of years I’m sure the silence is deafening..” he says, glancing up and then looking back down at the floor
"More than that. It hollows you." he bowed his head. Then, his head snapped up again. "Well then, plenty of work to get to. Let's not dawdle." he smiled slightly.
“Of course” He says and smiles back, in the pit of his stomach he felt bad for the man, but he decided not to say anything because he didn’t wish to offend him.
"You know what, I'm feeling too lazy to do anything. I'll just order one of my Overseers to do it and then do nothing the rest of the day." Lucifer sighed.
He smiles, “That sounds like a good plan”
"I suppose." Lucifer mused.
“More time to get to know each other better..” he pauses, “or for me to know you, I’m sure you already know a lot about me.”
"Oh, no, I don't know much anything of you than what you told me from our previous meetings, before you… died." Lucifer said.
“Oh really?” He tilts his head, “I figured you had some sort of omnipresent powers…being Lucifer and all”
"No, that's God, she needs them more. I don't really rely on things like that, although I could use those powers if I wanted." Lucifer said flatly.
“Ah, I see,” he pauses and then smiles at him, his smile being slightly lopsided, “Well, the name’s Simon O’Camp, most people call me Si, I was eighteen, died much too young, ever so tragically” he says with a slight bitter laugh, “not much else to know about me”
"And how did you die, then?" Lucifer asked.
He shrugs, “You know…” he looks down, “As one does..by falling… off a very high space.”
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(May I stalk this?)
(Sure.)
"Purposefully? We get a lot of those down here." Lucifer studied his nails casually.
“Ah purposefully, non-purposefully, I still can’t decide just yet…but regardless, it killed me didn’t it?” He says shrugging
"Evidently." he said flatly. "What if your life previously, though?" Lucifer asked.
“Nothing I’d brag about, grew up in a small family, who hated me, I had just graduated high school…I wanted to be an architect.” He smiles sadly.
"It's alright to have dreams. You'll never achieve them though, most don't. Seeing as you're here, there's a pretty slim chance you'd ever get to follow your ambitions through either way." Lucifer coughed.
“Quite pessimistic aren’t you?” He asks and chuckles slightly
"You think?" he asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. "You try ruling this literal hellhole for a day."
