@imprvdente Fish meets The Devil
Rome was such a vibrant city, plenty of things to do, plenty of sins to encourage and enjoy. Of course he was still unable to venture onto true holy ground and there was an annoying fortress out of his reach in the city. Though he did enjoy lingering just outside and watching as the supposed ordained messengers ventured in and out. He'd caught and corrupted so many of them over the centuries, priests and nuns were his favourite, for obvious smug worthy reasons.
That night, as the streets had started to quiet down around the Vatican and the lights of St Peter's square were dimmed, Lucifer spotted his next target, a nun leaving The Vatican but she had the stench of an exorcist. His eyes lingered on her from the shadows as he watched her crossing the square to leave the sacred ground. Ah yes, this had to be Fish Monet. He could see his name scratched into her stomach and the obvious signs of former possession marking her soul.
He manifested a violin and still half covered by the shadows, leaning against the walls of the buildings surrounding the deserted plaza of Pius XII literally just outside of Vatican City, he began to play so lovingly a tune he was sure would catch her attention, I can't help falling in love with you, and as an extra measure, he focused his call onto the nun and her alone, no one else would hear his violin.
He played and played so carefully and expertly, something that promised such a devotion and carried in it an ocean of sadness and for his focus, an apparent deep grief. His senses heightened to make sure he did indeed have her attention playing in the dark in the middle of the night. A lure like an angler fish, near impossible to tell just who and what he was even to the best trained eye. He wanted to learn about this nun exorcist, he wanted to corrupt her irreparably and make her an afront to his father!
He finished his piece and pretended to only just then notice her. Lowering his violin and stepping into the light, he looked over to her with gentle contemplation before offering a perfectly shy little smile and wave as if it had been a personal performance. "Buonasera, sorella," he said in a luxuriously soft velvet voice, one might even say heavenly as it landed so elegantly on the ears, even if calling a human 'sister' left a foul taste in his mouth.
"I did not mean to disturb you nor frighten you if that is what I have done." His hair was perfectly combed back, his suit a fine cut, his presence a reassuring warmth very similar to how Michael's presence felt but something was a little off, in any case he clearly was not Michael. While Rome had no shortage of handsome men Lucifer of course was particularly handsome which he often used to his advantage but he knew not every nun fell for that, but he had his ways, his many, many ways! "Please, forgive me," he asked and smiled oh so charmingly but he was amused as well, as if he ever sought forgiveness from humans.
