Twilight Diaries
Amaimon groaned as he loosened his tie, the aroma of the fine delicacies surrounding him making the waiter’s stomach growl. “I really should’ve eaten before I came” he muttered to himself, but the cheap ramen noodles found at his friend’s place failed in comparison to the rich feast before him, Amaimon reaching out for the lavish hors d’oeuvres to take a small treat only to have his hand smacked away.
“Do you really want to get fired first thing?! I stuck my neck out for you to get this job so behave, waiters aren’t allowed to eat the food or drink, you know that” Beelz yelled at his friend, fixing Amaimon’s crooked tie. “And if my boss catches you looking sloppy like you always do I swear I’ll get fired along with you, so please I’m begging you, behave.”
“I look fine, geez, and it’s not like these rich snobs are even going to notice the hired help anyway, your job sucks” Amaimon complained.
“Well you’re the one whose been let go from every job he gets and is practically begging for money on the streets...not to mention sleeping on MY floor right now” Beelz argued, sighing at his friend. “Just get to work.”
And with that, the waiter handed Amaimon a tray of food, motioning for his friend to get a move on with the serving. Amaimon grumbled under his breath before entering the grand hall after Beelz, the two waiters lost in a sea of black and white suits as the room filled with the chatter of the distinguished guests dressed to the nines. Amaimon made his rounds back and forth with trays of food and champagne, sneaking in a few hors d’oeuvres with a satisfied smirk on his face while his friend wasn’t looking, yet gagging as he frantically spit one out into the trash. “All this money and yet these people eat slugs...gross” Amaimon coughed in disgust, walking over to a quiet corner out of sight with his empty tray so that the boss wouldn’t see him slacking. “Who would even want to come to such a lame party” the waiter scoffed, stretching his arms as he yawned with boredom.
Samael held his tongue as Lucifer preened, focusing only on himself as was typical for the older vampire. While, in his early years, their views towards humans had aligned, Samael had come to feel differently about their disposability. He found humans fascinating and cared more for living in their world than in the gluttony most vampires adopted. Sure he indulged from time to time, he wasn’t a saint and he still needed to eat, but he saw no need for Lucifer’s lifestyle. What was a man to even do with over a hundred familiars? Surely it would get boring- far more so than investing in a single project so to speak.
“You know me, Lucifer,” he said, knowing where this was going and already dreading it, “I like to tinker, a hundred already trained familiars would bore me. I’ve always preferred a bit of work. It’s a pride thing, you understand,” honestly he wasn’t sure if Lucifer really did understand it. Samael wasn’t even certain if that understanding was something Lucifer was capable of. Still, for the time being, he had little choice but to go along. Lucifer could and would kill him without thought if he was perceived as being out of line and Amaimon would fare far worse. As horrible as it was, it was safer to let Lucifer have his way.
Samael did not flinch as Amaimon was struck, he did not even tense. To do so would have been to give away his displeasure and disagreement with Lucifer’s behaviors. Amaimon fell to the ground, but he did not look at him. Hopefully Amaimon would understand, if not now, then later. He didn’t watch as Lucifer tied Amaimon’s hands and pulled himself out, feigning disinterest. Part of him wanted to tell Lucifer that making a familiar suck you off was all well and good, but they still needed actual food to sustain them, but Lucifer had already expressed a deep disinterest in the health of his humans. Lucifer was on a power trip, as always, and it was best to ride it out. He knelt behind Amaimon, hand curling over his neck to pull his warm body close to his own, projecting strength and cruelty to Lucifer, but hoping Amaimon would feel the way he trembled slightly, the way his fingers didn’t squeeze all that hard. He could not verbalize any form of comfort and so, simply had to pray Amaimon would speak to him afterwards.
“Be good, pet.” He said, looking up at Lucifer, “If you bite I’ll rip your teeth out one by one, you really won’t be able to eat then,” he hoped Lucifer appreciated the threat. He ignored Amaimon’s whimpers, “You’ll take what Lucifer gives you and be grateful. Don’t spill.”
