ASSOCIATING with the Devil had never been on the original agenda, not until curiosity had been piqued. The fact Lucifer was mortal when around a seemingly dull human opened up a new world of wild possibilities. If Satan himself could shed blood - surely such curses such as the one cast on him could break? ( Few were aware of celestials roaming the Earth but Cain had always been one step ahead; watching from the shadows. Refusing to let them surprise him. ) He’d created many personas and recently his most favourited moniker had been exposed. It all been HUSH and hush and thankfully only a select few knew.
As for his other identity? Thanks to LUCIFER blurting out previously he had come from the Bible; he knew after recent events, it was only a matter of time when yet another would breathe his true name. ( Espinoza had never been likeable. His file had caused conflict from the off. If there was one thing ironically that Marcus loathed it was dirty cops. It had instantly caused him to disregard Dan. ) Now however the same mistake could not be made. The last thing he needed was someone else to take the claims seriously. Alas, the time had come. His gaze wandered from the stack of reports on his desk as he felt his presence.
‘I knew it was only a matter of time. If we’re going to have this discussion, Detective. I suggest we do wind down the blinds. There are people here who already think you’re off the rails.’
Rising from his chair, he took pity on him; crossing to tug them down, regarding him with INDIFFERENCE. It wasn’t like many would believe him; they’d just assume he’d joined Lucifer in crazy town and yet, he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the cop he’d butted heads with knowing his secret identity either. ( It didn’t sit right with him. ) He was private for a reason and yet if he was going to gather intel, wasn’t it better from the horse’s mouth? He had actually become attached to LA. He didn’t wish for anything to jeopardise it.
it didn’t feel like it mattered one way or another on if they both had privacy to have this discussion, ever since daniel had found out who lucifer was --- what he was, he’s spent most of his time at the bar, drinking, trying to numb the fear that came with the new knowledge that he was going to go to hell. he could try to make amends with the fact that he tried to murder lucifer himself, but he doubts that there’s anything he could do that would remedy all the mistakes that he’s made thus far.
a drink is offered, and while he doesn’t need it, he’s already drunk, the offer is still tempting. but there were more important things to focus on, so he swallows down his nerves, and tries to put his attention instead on making sure his voice doesn’t shake when he speaks. ❛ you’re a murderer. ❜ he doesn’t think it works.
❛ you should be rotting away in a cell, ❜ ( not that he could ever do that, anyway. he seemed to be immortal. ) ❛ not the lieutenant of the lpd. ❜ which he’d probably say is rich coming from dan, but knowing who he is, he suddenly can’t seem to care as much on what this guy thinks of him.
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