@pastsaving ( plotted au ♥ )
Another bar, another bar fight. To say there was surprise in any inch of Lucifer would be a lie, and he, as a rule, didn’t lie. Or, that’s what he would maintain. Whether he did or did not was no one’s business but his own. Much like following Dean Winchester had become his business. Demons, after all, were the Devil’s own creation. Which now, by all means, made one of the Winchesters his. Unfortunate it had to be the one who wasn’t his destined vessel, but by the same coin, it wasn’t bad.
Blue eyes carefully raise from the glass in Lucifer’s hands as the scuffle made advances toward the door. A quick scan, and he locked onto Dean. The Devil had taken the risk to get as close as he was now, and it ended up surprising him that he hadn’t been approached. Perhaps Dean had been too busy to notice him. No matter; he’d be noticing soon enough. He’d give it thirty seconds tops for Dean to rend through the drunken patrons that had just gone outside with him. Slowly did he raise his glass to his lips, giving pause when the screaming begins, smirking as it cuts off. A slow sip is taken, before he gets up from his seat, glass in hand, walking out the door. The yells of the bar tender for leaving with a glass the least of his concerns.
No, his concern was the alley way. Lazily, he leans against the left cold brick wall that marks the entrance. He doesn’t bother to really speak at first, instead swirling the alcohol still in his glass with a disinterested look crossing his face. He made sure to keep it as he glances up, slowly trailing his gaze over the carnage, before landing on his newest addition to the cretins under his absolute command. Seems he’s not been noticed yet; time to change that.
❛ Dean Winchester. What a surprise meeting you here. Doing... a terrible job as usual. You would think getting power like you have now, you’d pick it up at least a little bit. And you are one of the two brothers who stopped an apocalypse. Tsk, tsk. This is pathetic, Dean! Where’s your spirit? Your creativity? I could have done this twenty-seven different ways in the time it took you to do it this one, singular, uncreative way. Come now; have you any sense of pride? You’re gonna need it, heading the way you’re headed. ❜
