One of her perfectly manicured brows raised very slowly. This man was running the place? This was what was putting other people through hell? Figuratively, of course. It took a lot of self-control to not laugh a little — but she managed it. She tilted her head up and looked him in the eye with her own mismatched ones.
“Lucille,” she responded. A strange uncomfortable energy filled the room as soon as she spoke the name. It was the name she always used if she was pretending to be a human — it came so nice and close to her real name. “I prefer swords and my bare-hands, though. I don’t find people particularly challenging.” She paused for a beat. “I’m only here because I wanted to be here. Your men would’ve been in pieces on the side of the road if I hadn’t.”
She smiled. It was meant to be friendly; but perhaps it would come across more as eerie considering the topic of conversation. It didn’t matter if they saw her as human or not — she would always make sure she got the respect she deserved. To be fair, she had no real intentions of really selling herself as a human, either. She just hadn’t wanted to enter the place like hi, I’m Lucifer; you know, the Devil?? Sometimes, it paid to take it a little slow.
the name hit him like a BOMB, and for once in his MOTHERFUCKING life, he actually stands there silently, the literal image of a blubbering idiot. clearing his throat suddenly, he gestures with a gloved hand for his men to clear the room, he had a lot of fucking questions that suddenly needed answering, damn her! “aren’t you just a fucking COMEDIAN, fucking smart-ass right here.” he recovers quickly, still thrown off by the name.
WHAT THE FUCK? how the fuck is her name the same as his dead wife?
“dwighty boy, handle the rest of our guests, i’ve got a few questions for SMART MOUTH here, a lot of motherfucking questions.” there’s a mean gleam in his eye now, all of the pain of the loss of his wife hitting him out of no where. once the room has been cleared, he lowers the baseball bat, still keeping an eye on her. had some group sent her to mock him? it wasn’t fucking cute.
“you can cut the fucking rad ass BADASS shit out now, it’s not fucking cute anymore, no sir,” he growls lowly, resembling a predator. “sit the fuck down, did some motherfucker send you here? or this some sort of fucking joke? ain’t against them, but this is a little painful, just like teeth during a blowjob, no fun.” more talking, and more questions arose out of no where.
swinging his bat towards her, he holds it to her face, “start talking, or lucille here? she’ll have her way with that pretty face of yours.”
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