Location: é by José Andrés
Date: 7pm, June 9th, 2017
Availability: @motherofabominations
Lucifer was still feeling the aches and pains from his jaunty outing with Satan, but looked much better than the demoted demon, he’d bet on it. It was harder to heal without wings and Lucifer was still his own highest divinity. All that being said, he still had a badass scar across his eyebrow and his sides still felt pangs of anything but regret. But definitely pain. He was in condition, at this point, to do what needed to be done: give Babylon what she had earned. Especially with Belial becoming War and Abaddon’s turncoat, it was important that he fill the Prince shoes in a timely fashion. Gressil was hellbound—at least someone was on the right plane of existence, thankfully—but that still left Lures open and Chaos eventually impending.
He had invited Babylon to visit him in Vegas on this fine Friday evening. Last time, she had preferred to dine in, but this time, in celebration, he figured they’d go out. Last time, he’d offered to inconvenience Chef José Andrés with a little-notice drop-in which would have undoubtedly usurped some human’s dream meal; this time, he’d made reservations in advance. To the point where they wouldn’t even be dining with 6 other strangers—instead, it would be just them in the intimate setting. They were in a room with a wall that resembled a card catalogue, the light honeying everything a golden hue, with the best innovative Spanish cuisine this side of the border. He did hope she would like it.
Babylon was due to join him any moment; he straightened his tie and stood beside one of the chairs, ready to pull it out for her upon arrival.
