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LUCIFER HAS COME ACROSS A   painful depiction of reality, a reality in which HE has established as the truth to their depravity, their reward — the eternal price for the transgressions of humanity.   and it’s the devil that pays the price.   always condemned for the weight of their sin, despite never actually instigating the fall of mankind in the first place, or so he thinks.   the only fall he should be held responsible for is his own.

he’s not the same monster preached about in dear old sunday school.

contrary to popular belief, lucifer does have a standing sense of morality.   and this, this reality — he finds a deep-rooted amusement in it.   in the acidic nature of it all, the irony.   underneath the intrigue and the latent disregard for it unless it suits his fancy in a given moment, he truly is satisfied with the wonder it brings, the curiosity.   he nods in maze’s general direction, the remnants of a sneer on her lips as she pours their new companion a drink.   his hand is clasped on his hip, leaning against the wall.

❛                                                     you’re a little late to the party.   ❜

The present dilemma presents itself in the form of the drink that’s passed his way. Neither had he requested it, nor had he known who had ever-so graciously offered it to him. Regardless, appreciative nod is bestowed to their mediator, especially since she was bound to know more than he did about his generous host. Eyes flick to the glass and his spirit rises-- a slight pivot in the stool was all the effort it would take to face the one addressing him.

    It’s laughable that he tries to adapt in ways he should never have had to. At times, he attempts to immerse himself in the frivolousness of the modern day. These are the times Arlen wonders most where traditional values have gone and how there appear to be little boundaries to cross...  &  he sighs as he is reminded that this is not the worst he’d seen.        Assuming it better to be seated at the bar, he maneuvered his way to the closest stool and was relieved when he found that the others had long since been vacated. How perfectly appropriate for him to arrive alone and to sit alone, he mused. 

He does not dwell over the fact that a magnificent catalyst stood merely several feet from him. The longer his eyes settled upon the script-changer, the more he came to realize that he was his own time bomb. This man actively changed the future unlike any before him, and Arlen was simply enraptured by the prospect. In many ways, they were similar. They differed, however, in their relations to both demons and angels alike  ( as well as reapers, as far as he was concerned ). &  oh--  he was staring straight back.       ❝ I intended nothing by it, I assure you. ❞

‘ but – it’s rather lonely without you, darling! ‘

     pout once more forming, a small noise reminiscent of a whine crept from her throat. she always had a flare for the dramatics, you know. but it was true!

‘ well you did leave for an entire year the very moment after it happened, how was i supposed to feel about it? ‘

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‘ —— you haven’t? ‘

‘ do elaborate, because i fail to understand how it could possibly be complicated! ‘

     arms cross, bottom lip protruding into a pout.

‘ how could you not leave such an impression? we shared a kiss, that isn’t something a lady can just forget! ‘

‘ how on earth could you POSSIBLY not understand?! ‘

     a huff, offense veiling feminine features. if anything she was hurt, a dent in the trust she had in the man she held so highly in regard. an entire year spent questioning his return– at first she was optimistic, but each dull day that went by, the more her vision began to once more turn to william, hope diminishing.

‘ you LEFT me all by my lonesome for the entirety of a year! how very DARE you! ‘

  ❝ perhaps i was just making sure you weren’t going to walk away. ❞

          there was a light rose tint that swept across porcelain cheeks as he           felt fingers curl around his hips, gaze only briefly glancing downward           to catch the other’s lips before lifting once more. they were so close,           yet not close enough. that is, until the other took initiative to close the           distance between their lips.

     a tingle of excitement trickled down the reaper’s spine, arms tightening      around the other’s neck. it was gentle, but ever so enjoyable.

          ❝ if it earns me such experiences, i have no qualms with allowing you                to make decisions. ❞

     and with that, another peck was ghosted along arlen’s lips.

     a chuckle crawled from within the reaper’s throat, toppling from      smirking lips in amusement. it is unwise for someone to trust      such a fleeting soul, many have learned that rather quickly.      however different arlen may be, he better hope the crimson      reaper does not lose interest in him. anyone who has the nerve      to kill their dearest friend without second thought is truly someone      to be feared.

          ❝ very little to fear, you say? darling, you may be attractive but that does                not make you immune. death happens within the blink of an eye, a                flash of red, you could never see it coming. danger is most deadly                when masked with a pretty face. ❞

     hands slithered from the other’s chest to rest daintily around his neck,      smirk returning to a flirty smile in a matter of seconds.

          ❝ why not kiss you? ❞

     normally, the crimson reaper would not even bother with a      human, angelina being the only exception— until now. arlen      was different, grell still wasn’t quite sure if he would even      categorize the other with humans. perhaps he wouldn’t prove      to be a mistake.

          ❝ darling, it’s what keeps life interesting. nothing is fun without                at least a little danger. i myself am more than d a n g e r o u s. ❞

     head tilting upward, he leaned forward just enough to ghost a flirty      kiss along the other’s cheek. 

          ❝ but you— are you willing to put yourself at risk to be close enough                to flirt with death itself? after all, humans are fragile little things. ❞

     for a moment, the reaper faced a flash of the last human he’d      come to adore, a flash of crimson red. it brought a threatening      sense of hesitation to the surface, although he willed it away      as fast as it came. a smirk came to toy at his lips, fingertips      daring to dance along the other’s chest.

          ❝ perhaps, but i happen to be rather enticed by d a n g e r. ❞

  ❝ if that is how you wish to take it. what will you do about it        if i am, hm? ❞

          the smile he wore radiated flirtation, a playful sort of challenge           to his tone as mischief danced within malachite optics. of course           he thought the other as far from dull, that’s what attracted him.           —aside from the good looks.

  ❝ why of course it does, i could never imagine being anything less. ❞

   ❝ indeed i am not, i would be quite offended if you         thought of me as such a boring being. ❞

          the smirk that crept upon his lips was mischievous, as           dangerous looking as his inhumanly sharp teeth. what           was he? well, how does one explain that they are           d e a t h  i t s e l f?

   ❝ i happen to be a death god, or as you humans have         fancied calling it— a grim reaper. ❞