Viktor found his courage through his shock and was now becoming irritated at the man's attitude. Man....beast---whatever he was. The fucking idiot burst into his hotel room! Viktor guessed that he played this act up for Halloween or some shit. It wouldn't work with him. Nor would trying to scare him with the big dog either.
"Devoured? Who are you shitting? It isn't Halloween, you cock sucker."
He knew he was playing a fine line of this bloke did decide to sick his hound on the rock star. Maybe he was a psycho or something. As for being bitten, Viktor just stared at the bloke and lit up a new cigarette, exhaling towards the man's face. The punk wasn't going to be intimidated like this. Fuck, was he!
"I said bite me, grandad."
Viktor grabbed a bottle of vodka and began drinking from the neck.
"No, it is not Halloween." Lucifer was not impressed to the point his expression turned emotionless.
The bottle though, Lucifer reached out and grabbed it with his left hand and the whole left side of his body turned to flames. It started at his wings then down his arm with the left eye glowing bright blue. When the fire reached his hand the contents of the bottle caught fire too.
"Fine, you wish to be bitten?" Lucifer smiled flashing the fact he now had viper fangs and an acrid smell to his breath, the smell of poison. "Humans pretend that the devil is red and horned but you forget your own history."
Lucifer leans in whispering, wings opening wide. "For in The Garden, wrapped about the Tree of Knowledge, there was a serpent of beautiful plumes and honey words. The serpent was no living serpent but the Morningstar, angel of fire and dawn. First in creation and power among the host bore from heaven."
Viktor was about to laugh when he noticed the man's hand grabbing the vodka bottle and then his whole left side turned to flames. To fucking flames! Shit! The singer cried out when he felt the searing heat catching the bottle and the vodka inside on fire. Dropping it onto the bed, the sheets immediately caught alight and had Viktor screaming in pain at the burn he received on his hand from the bottle. The bed was on fire and he stood up trying to stamp the flames out with his boots.
"Fuck, fuck!---"
Holding his injured hand he swore and panicked, running into the hotel bathroom to shove it under the cold tap. The burn fucking hurt. He was used to burns but it didn't make it any easier to deal with when the shit blew up on you. Or when some fucking devil dude set fire to your vodka and your bed. Viktor cooled his hand down for a good few moments before glancing back out at the devil man.
"No. I don't want you to bite me. Just---stop this shit, ok? You've shown me your tricks and this fucking hurts."
The guy had whispered something to him but he wasn't interested. He just wanted the guy to get the fuck out of his hotel room.
Lucifer let the fire fade and put the fire out in the bed before heading toward the bath.
"If you are going to use my name perhaps you should offer me the respect I deserve." Lucifer comments before grabbing Viktor's wrist. He presses his palm to the human's palm. Soon the pain would fade as the burns healed. Then Lucifer let go.
"This is no trick." He says calmly. "I am Lucifer and you called me here."
Viktor went to pull his hand away but the strange devil guy had already grabbed it and was now pressing his own palm against the human's one. What was this? Some sort of fucked up magic? More tricks? The punk gasped and then felt his burn dissolve and disappear. What the hell?
"How---how the fuck did you heal my hand? The fire and---and everything."
The Brit was confused but also in awe of this guy's abilities. A magician? No, he was way more than that but---was he actually Lucifer? The real fucking devil? If this was some weird dream then Viktor didn't want it to end.
"Lucifer....so, you're actually him? The Devil? This is some serious shit, mate."
Viktor just let out an exasperated sigh then laughed because fuck! Lucifer was in his hotel room. Satan.
"I am the creator of the universe." Lucifer offers as an explanation for what he can do.
He did step back to give Viktor space and allow him out of the bathroom if that was what he wanted. The wings were problematic in a hotel room so he has his wings clamped tight to his body for the moment.
"Did you think I was a fallacy?" Lucifer asks the singer curiously. "Do you need a drink?"
Viktor just stared because that sounded like utter bullcrap but this guy wasn't playing around. He was fucking dangerous and said he was the devil himself. The punk wasn't willing to piss him off even further so would go with his bull if it meant he wouldn't get set on fire again.
"A what? A fallacy? Is that like a fucking cock? Sounds like it."
Of course it sounded a lot like phallus. Viktor was also so mature when it came to these sort of things. The punk frowned and pushed his long hair back, just keeping his distance from the bloke for now.
"You fucking bet do I need a drink. Not unless you're going to go crazy and light the bottle up again."
"Right. Are you trying to use fancy words to make me look stupid?"
Viktor hated self righteous assholes and wondered if this guy wasn't one of them. He'd already provided enough proof with his fancy tricks and fire. The punk wasn't going to call out Lucifer on that since he didn't fancy getting roasted a second time. Caution was needed. This guy didn't fuck around.
"I know what a fucking cock is. Have you got one? Or is your ball bag shrunk too much?"
He couldn't resist the jibe because he felt vulnerable and he felt like defending himself a bit in front of this guy. As for the drink? Viktor gave the side eye before slowly taking the bottle and gulping down some vodka. At least the guy didn't set him on fire again.
"I do not need words to make you look a fool when your behavior does just fine on its own."
Lucifer smirked, broad and eyes glinting with mischief despite the truth of what he told the punk. He wasn't going to bother the drink again, not now.
"I am the angel of sin and lust. I would be a poor being of lust if I did not have a decent cock." That was an honest answer despite the bit of snark that came out with it. "Why? Do you want to see it?"
"The thing about this is that it's fucked up. My band is called the Hell's Angels and you're here in my fucking hotel room setting fire to my ass. I guess you could say I'm a devil worshipper of sorts because God can eat shit for all I care. For all the useless shit he's done in my life."
Meaning nothing. Viktor wasn't religious at all but respected what the devil meant. This guy? He seemed to be the real deal and had some sort of magic tricks up his sleeve. Fire being one of them. Illusion too.
"Sin and lust, eh? You going to show it to me? I guess that's fucking gay of me but whatever. You're the real deal aren't you? The bloody devil for fuck's sakes."
"On God we agree. I would cut his eyes out myself if Heaven did not fear me so much they put locks on the gates." All sense of upset was quickly fading from the angel. "I have never wanted worship. I prefer man find the strength to stand for himself but I have been known to help, or at least share drinks, with mortals."
And particularly musicians, though he passes that over at the moment. Soon the punk has him laughing.
"I have an understanding of human desire and I am hardly one that will shy away from gay the way humans do, as if it is wrong." Lucifer might well be egging the punk on a little or maybe even flirting. It's hard to say. "I am Lucifer, and you called me to your presence. Surprising as it may be, I am not unfamiliar with your music. I have heard it before."
Viktor managed to laugh slightly at that as he began to relax a little more around Lucifer. Still, the guy freaked the singer out but then who wouldn't shit their pants around the devil and his hell hounds?
"You've heard my music? What do you think of it? Fuck, if Billy, Joe or Zack were here---they'd think they were tripping or smashed up on some shit booze."
Lucifer settled in as the human calmed down. He had nothing against Viktor but he wouldn't be disrespected. As things evened out Lucifer found the human pleasant enough.
"I am fond of most music. I know Ziggy so I have heard most of your music and even attended one of the concerts." Of course he had been in the shadows. This world wasn't ready for an angel in the open. "The presence of an angel is difficult for humans to accept."
He laughed at Viktor's question. "I am not all that different from you. I enjoy good booze, good food, my lover, music.... and harassing the bastards who think they are in charge."
"God is an asshole? Yeah, fuck yeah he is. You don't get bolts of lightning thrown at you or any other shit for saying that about him? Alfuckingmighty. What a pile of dog shit."
This was the punk's view on god and religion in general since the only god he worshipped was fire. Was there a fire god? If so, Viktor may be swayed to worship such a being. The devil bloke knew of Ziggy and the bands. He nodded and wondered what else he knew about them.
"Stardust is decent enough. Wears clothes that are too bright for me but he and the Spiders are glam. Weird and Mick are decent blokes but that Gilly is a fucking tart. He's dating Man-Barbie from the Hammers."
The various love circles and triangles hadn't gone unnoticed and Viktor knew about them staying in the hotel with three bands.
"Difficult? Why don't you show me, mate? I won't piss my pants or anything. I'm man enough."
He slugged some more vodka down and snorted at Lucifer's words.
"I have been smitted by God several times." Lucifer didn't want to think about why, especially not the second time. "He is a damnedable murderer."
It was one place where Lucifer and the punk culture definitely agreed. In theory, Lucifer is the angel of fire and rebellion and would align well with Viktor once they could get past the posturing between the two arrogant people.
Lucifer raised a brow at the punk and smiles. "I am not sure you have ever seen a male Barbie doll but you are not far off from some of the long haired ones; tall, thin, blonde."
Lucifer was in that range too and well aware of it.
"I would prefer not to blind you before you burn alive." Lucifer sighs and helps himself to another drink. "Even the other angels are unable to look at my true form."
"Smitted as in beaten up? Never thought God was a murderer. Isn't he supposed to be the all kind being sort of shit? Whatever. It's total bollocks anyway."
At least Viktor and Lucifer agreed on that one thing. God. How much of an asshole he could be regarding angels and puny mortals alike. The punk was beginning to warm a little to the powerful stranger that had invaded his hotel room. The incident with the fire and vodka bottle near forgotten.
"Are you calling me a fucking Barbie doll? Hunter the Swede is the Man-Barbie here, mate. He wears girly clothes and is a glam queen. I don't look anything like one of those fucking dolls."
Viktor just stared at Lucifer with a deep frown and wondered if this was some kind of joke. Vars called him pretty boy but that was a private thing they had between them. If anyone else called him a man doll or some shit he'd deck them in.
"Too hot, eh? Fair enough. Just wondered what you really looked like."
"Smiting is .....the equivalent of someone searing off a human's flesh to the bone over most of your body instantly." The long pause had been Lucifer looking for a description that the human punk would understand. "You were never told I had a family and children either. The Good Book only tells what is beneficial for herding sheep."
It endeared Lucifer to see someone mirror his rebellious hatred of God. Then again, Rock had always been Lucifer's music. The devil just laughs, fire briefly dancing over his feathers before he stands a Harley Davidson branded Ken doll, though he gives it slightly longer hair, on the dresser.
"Perhaps." Lucifer turns around and motions at the doll. "This Barbie does bear a striking resemblance?"
He couldn't resist teasing the punk a little but he sobers with the questions. "I am the energy that created the universe. Perhaps, some day you will see something close. In the meanwhile..."
Lucifer closed his eyes, when they opened the brilliant blue eyes are there, glowing a bright turquoise. HIs eyes weren't completely exposed but enough to see some of what lies beneath the illusions.
"Sounds fucking rough. Painful too. Tell God to suck his own cock."
Viktor didn't think much of this smiting shit nor to much of this God bloke Lucifer was talking about. Religion was a waste of time in his opinion. This devil guy had a family and kids? That was harsh. The way he was treated and he was a father too. Then, the fire dancing over the feathers had the punk interested because fire. Fuck yeah! The doll though? That got him dead panning.
"What the fuck is that? A Barbie doll? A fucking Barbie? It looks nothing like me. At all. Total garbage."
What the hell. Viktor just shook his head and snorted in amusement because it was so fucking dumb. The devil thought this doll looked like him? Fuck did it. He was obviously pissing around and Viktor looked at the doll and pulled on it's hair a little.
"Needs longer hair, mate. It looks more like Ronno or his tarty drummer than me."
Then, the blue eyes had the punk staring. Neat trick. The power this bloke had---it was fucking immense.
Lucifer can only laugh at the response to the doll, the type that is good natured and humorous. He touched Viktor's cheek and the doll shifted. Now it looked exactly like the punk.
"I had to improvise. Is it better now?" The smirk is a devious one full of mirth, the bright blue flickering and brightening. His eyes turn from Viktor to the doll. "I have observed rcokstars making significant money from dolls. Perhaps you should consider it?"
"Good. I'd throw a fucking molotov up in the clouds hoping it would burn his pussy palace down."
This is what Viktor thought of Heaven anyway. He wanted to go to Hell naturally. The guy standing in his hotel room could be his one way ticket to the fiery furnace he sought out once he died. Looking at the doll once more Viktor just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Really? It looked fucking ugly.
"Ugly, mate. It isn't me. Looks like some fucking pussy doll."
There was no way Viktor was about to admit that Lucifer had done a good job on the doll's appearance and that it did look like him. A bit. Maybe. His pride was at stake here.
"There's a bloke, sort of bloke called Hunter and he's more like a fucking doll than me. Hammer's singer. Swedish girly man. You should make a doll out of him and give it to his tarty drummer boyfriend."
"I'll fly you up there to pitch them over the gate." Lucifer could look devious as a school boy sometimes, this was one of those times.
Lucifer can only laugh as he looks at the doll, setting it down on the dresser with a shrug. "Maybe. I am sure you are a much better doll to play with."
His brow wiggled mischievously, flirting but not overly serious. "I have met Hunter."
"We should do it, mate. For real. I'll get on your back and you fly me up there with those huge fucking wings of yours. We could have a burning party at the gates of God's pussy palace."
Viktor smirked and seriously wanted to do this if it was even possible. Would the punk be damned? So fucking what? He was going straight to Hell anyway. The burning underworld where he could make fire bombs for all eternity.
"Only Vars gets that deal, mate. No one else. Anyone else who calls me a fucking doll, pretty boy or any other name gets punched."
The words pussy palace comment gets a full, nearly feminine laugh from the devil. "I have never tried to take a human across the Void from Chaos. We have developed wards to bring a mortal into our realm so I suspect we could develop some to cross the Void."
Lucifer is curious about the possibility of humans traveling into places where angels, literally, fear to tread. Viktor has the humor back to the devil who touches his bottle of Vodka; no fire this time instead it refills.
"Is that what your lover calls you? Pretty boy?" Lucifer was prodding at the punk, brotherly and like a friend might poke at a friend about a new partner. "I cannot say he is wrong if he does."
The humor fades to a bit more serious tone as the subject turns to Hunter. "He is open minded, rebellious, and does what he wants. He is the kind of man the devil can appreciate, as much as I appreciate your rebellious streak. He has a good fashion sense too even if it is a little flashy for me."
Viktor wasn't expecting such a laugh from the devil and just stared for a bit before noticing his vodka bottle filling up again. Neat trick. He downed some more and knew that it wouldn't catch fire, not now. The devil bloke seemed to be calming down after the whole setting the Brit's ass on fire thing.
"The Void? Is this some serious shit we'd be doing then? Going across some dangerous hole or something? I'm not afraid. We should do it, mate. Let me know when we can go. I'm touring so probably after."
The Brit talking as if this were some trip to the beach and not a perilous journey into a dangerous land. Near choking on his mouthful of booze, Viktor shot Lucifer a look.
"How do you know that? Yeah, he does. Only him. Anyone else gets a fucking fist in their face."
Shrugging, Viktor took another gulp of vodka and smirked. Yeah, that was Hunter alright. The glam queen and his love for bright, shiny clothes. Leopard print too. Fucking bad clothing choices in the punk's eyes. The tarty drummer seemed infatuated on the Swede though.
"That's him. Girly bloke. He can sing though. Too flashy for even the devil?"
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Date: 2021-03-24 07:40 pm (UTC)Viktor found his courage through his shock and was now becoming irritated at the man's attitude. Man....beast---whatever he was. The fucking idiot burst into his hotel room! Viktor guessed that he played this act up for Halloween or some shit. It wouldn't work with him. Nor would trying to scare him with the big dog either.
"Devoured? Who are you shitting? It isn't Halloween, you cock sucker."
He knew he was playing a fine line of this bloke did decide to sick his hound on the rock star. Maybe he was a psycho or something. As for being bitten, Viktor just stared at the bloke and lit up a new cigarette, exhaling towards the man's face. The punk wasn't going to be intimidated like this. Fuck, was he!
"I said bite me, grandad."
Viktor grabbed a bottle of vodka and began drinking from the neck.
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Date: 2021-03-27 02:46 pm (UTC)The bottle though, Lucifer reached out and grabbed it with his left hand and the whole left side of his body turned to flames. It started at his wings then down his arm with the left eye glowing bright blue. When the fire reached his hand the contents of the bottle caught fire too.
"Fine, you wish to be bitten?" Lucifer smiled flashing the fact he now had viper fangs and an acrid smell to his breath, the smell of poison. "Humans pretend that the devil is red and horned but you forget your own history."
Lucifer leans in whispering, wings opening wide. "For in The Garden, wrapped about the Tree of Knowledge, there was a serpent of beautiful plumes and honey words. The serpent was no living serpent but the Morningstar, angel of fire and dawn. First in creation and power among the host bore from heaven."
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Date: 2021-03-27 06:31 pm (UTC)Viktor was about to laugh when he noticed the man's hand grabbing the vodka bottle and then his whole left side turned to flames. To fucking flames! Shit! The singer cried out when he felt the searing heat catching the bottle and the vodka inside on fire. Dropping it onto the bed, the sheets immediately caught alight and had Viktor screaming in pain at the burn he received on his hand from the bottle. The bed was on fire and he stood up trying to stamp the flames out with his boots.
"Fuck, fuck!---"
Holding his injured hand he swore and panicked, running into the hotel bathroom to shove it under the cold tap. The burn fucking hurt. He was used to burns but it didn't make it any easier to deal with when the shit blew up on you. Or when some fucking devil dude set fire to your vodka and your bed. Viktor cooled his hand down for a good few moments before glancing back out at the devil man.
"No. I don't want you to bite me. Just---stop this shit, ok? You've shown me your tricks and this fucking hurts."
The guy had whispered something to him but he wasn't interested. He just wanted the guy to get the fuck out of his hotel room.
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Date: 2021-03-28 06:32 pm (UTC)"If you are going to use my name perhaps you should offer me the respect I deserve." Lucifer comments before grabbing Viktor's wrist. He presses his palm to the human's palm. Soon the pain would fade as the burns healed. Then Lucifer let go.
"This is no trick." He says calmly. "I am Lucifer and you called me here."
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Date: 2021-04-28 06:46 pm (UTC)"How---how the fuck did you heal my hand? The fire and---and everything."
The Brit was confused but also in awe of this guy's abilities. A magician? No, he was way more than that but---was he actually Lucifer? The real fucking devil? If this was some weird dream then Viktor didn't want it to end.
"Lucifer....so, you're actually him? The Devil? This is some serious shit, mate."
Viktor just let out an exasperated sigh then laughed because fuck! Lucifer was in his hotel room. Satan.
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Date: 2021-04-29 09:06 pm (UTC)He did step back to give Viktor space and allow him out of the bathroom if that was what he wanted. The wings were problematic in a hotel room so he has his wings clamped tight to his body for the moment.
"Did you think I was a fallacy?" Lucifer asks the singer curiously. "Do you need a drink?"
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Date: 2021-05-03 08:38 pm (UTC)"A what? A fallacy? Is that like a fucking cock? Sounds like it."
Of course it sounded a lot like phallus. Viktor was also so mature when it came to these sort of things. The punk frowned and pushed his long hair back, just keeping his distance from the bloke for now.
"You fucking bet do I need a drink. Not unless you're going to go crazy and light the bottle up again."
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Date: 2021-05-06 01:13 pm (UTC)"Fallacy is something that does not exist." Lucifer helped himself to a drink. "Perhaps for you a cock is something that does not exist."
He's grinning and glances at the man he'd just burned. "By all means, have a drink."
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Date: 2021-05-26 06:04 pm (UTC)Viktor hated self righteous assholes and wondered if this guy wasn't one of them. He'd already provided enough proof with his fancy tricks and fire. The punk wasn't going to call out Lucifer on that since he didn't fancy getting roasted a second time. Caution was needed. This guy didn't fuck around.
"I know what a fucking cock is. Have you got one? Or is your ball bag shrunk too much?"
He couldn't resist the jibe because he felt vulnerable and he felt like defending himself a bit in front of this guy. As for the drink? Viktor gave the side eye before slowly taking the bottle and gulping down some vodka. At least the guy didn't set him on fire again.
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Date: 2021-05-30 02:32 am (UTC)Lucifer smirked, broad and eyes glinting with mischief despite the truth of what he told the punk. He wasn't going to bother the drink again, not now.
"I am the angel of sin and lust. I would be a poor being of lust if I did not have a decent cock." That was an honest answer despite the bit of snark that came out with it. "Why? Do you want to see it?"
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Date: 2021-06-10 06:20 pm (UTC)Meaning nothing. Viktor wasn't religious at all but respected what the devil meant. This guy? He seemed to be the real deal and had some sort of magic tricks up his sleeve. Fire being one of them. Illusion too.
"Sin and lust, eh? You going to show it to me? I guess that's fucking gay of me but whatever. You're the real deal aren't you? The bloody devil for fuck's sakes."
Jesus, what was his life.
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Date: 2021-06-11 12:09 pm (UTC)And particularly musicians, though he passes that over at the moment. Soon the punk has him laughing.
"I have an understanding of human desire and I am hardly one that will shy away from gay the way humans do, as if it is wrong." Lucifer might well be egging the punk on a little or maybe even flirting. It's hard to say. "I am Lucifer, and you called me to your presence. Surprising as it may be, I am not unfamiliar with your music. I have heard it before."
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Date: 2021-06-28 10:01 pm (UTC)Viktor managed to laugh slightly at that as he began to relax a little more around Lucifer. Still, the guy freaked the singer out but then who wouldn't shit their pants around the devil and his hell hounds?
"You've heard my music? What do you think of it? Fuck, if Billy, Joe or Zack were here---they'd think they were tripping or smashed up on some shit booze."
It was totally unreal.
"Do you burn Bibles and shit for fun?"
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Date: 2021-06-29 08:17 pm (UTC)Lucifer settled in as the human calmed down. He had nothing against Viktor but he wouldn't be disrespected. As things evened out Lucifer found the human pleasant enough.
"I am fond of most music. I know Ziggy so I have heard most of your music and even attended one of the concerts." Of course he had been in the shadows. This world wasn't ready for an angel in the open. "The presence of an angel is difficult for humans to accept."
He laughed at Viktor's question. "I am not all that different from you. I enjoy good booze, good food, my lover, music.... and harassing the bastards who think they are in charge."
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Date: 2021-07-15 02:24 pm (UTC)This was the punk's view on god and religion in general since the only god he worshipped was fire. Was there a fire god? If so, Viktor may be swayed to worship such a being. The devil bloke knew of Ziggy and the bands. He nodded and wondered what else he knew about them.
"Stardust is decent enough. Wears clothes that are too bright for me but he and the Spiders are glam. Weird and Mick are decent blokes but that Gilly is a fucking tart. He's dating Man-Barbie from the Hammers."
The various love circles and triangles hadn't gone unnoticed and Viktor knew about them staying in the hotel with three bands.
"Difficult? Why don't you show me, mate? I won't piss my pants or anything. I'm man enough."
He slugged some more vodka down and snorted at Lucifer's words.
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Date: 2021-07-17 12:37 am (UTC)It was one place where Lucifer and the punk culture definitely agreed. In theory, Lucifer is the angel of fire and rebellion and would align well with Viktor once they could get past the posturing between the two arrogant people.
Lucifer raised a brow at the punk and smiles. "I am not sure you have ever seen a male Barbie doll but you are not far off from some of the long haired ones; tall, thin, blonde."
Lucifer was in that range too and well aware of it.
"I would prefer not to blind you before you burn alive." Lucifer sighs and helps himself to another drink. "Even the other angels are unable to look at my true form."
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Date: 2021-07-17 10:00 am (UTC)At least Viktor and Lucifer agreed on that one thing. God. How much of an asshole he could be regarding angels and puny mortals alike. The punk was beginning to warm a little to the powerful stranger that had invaded his hotel room. The incident with the fire and vodka bottle near forgotten.
"Are you calling me a fucking Barbie doll? Hunter the Swede is the Man-Barbie here, mate. He wears girly clothes and is a glam queen. I don't look anything like one of those fucking dolls."
Viktor just stared at Lucifer with a deep frown and wondered if this was some kind of joke. Vars called him pretty boy but that was a private thing they had between them. If anyone else called him a man doll or some shit he'd deck them in.
"Too hot, eh? Fair enough. Just wondered what you really looked like."
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Date: 2021-07-23 04:55 am (UTC)It endeared Lucifer to see someone mirror his rebellious hatred of God. Then again, Rock had always been Lucifer's music. The devil just laughs, fire briefly dancing over his feathers before he stands a Harley Davidson branded Ken doll, though he gives it slightly longer hair, on the dresser.
"Perhaps." Lucifer turns around and motions at the doll. "This Barbie does bear a striking resemblance?"
He couldn't resist teasing the punk a little but he sobers with the questions. "I am the energy that created the universe. Perhaps, some day you will see something close. In the meanwhile..."
Lucifer closed his eyes, when they opened the brilliant blue eyes are there, glowing a bright turquoise. HIs eyes weren't completely exposed but enough to see some of what lies beneath the illusions.
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Date: 2021-07-26 07:49 pm (UTC)Viktor didn't think much of this smiting shit nor to much of this God bloke Lucifer was talking about. Religion was a waste of time in his opinion. This devil guy had a family and kids? That was harsh. The way he was treated and he was a father too. Then, the fire dancing over the feathers had the punk interested because fire. Fuck yeah! The doll though? That got him dead panning.
"What the fuck is that? A Barbie doll? A fucking Barbie? It looks nothing like me. At all. Total garbage."
What the hell. Viktor just shook his head and snorted in amusement because it was so fucking dumb. The devil thought this doll looked like him? Fuck did it. He was obviously pissing around and Viktor looked at the doll and pulled on it's hair a little.
"Needs longer hair, mate. It looks more like Ronno or his tarty drummer than me."
Then, the blue eyes had the punk staring. Neat trick. The power this bloke had---it was fucking immense.
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Date: 2021-08-30 01:38 am (UTC)Lucifer can only laugh at the response to the doll, the type that is good natured and humorous. He touched Viktor's cheek and the doll shifted. Now it looked exactly like the punk.
"I had to improvise. Is it better now?" The smirk is a devious one full of mirth, the bright blue flickering and brightening. His eyes turn from Viktor to the doll. "I have observed rcokstars making significant money from dolls. Perhaps you should consider it?"
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Date: 2021-09-01 08:27 pm (UTC)This is what Viktor thought of Heaven anyway. He wanted to go to Hell naturally. The guy standing in his hotel room could be his one way ticket to the fiery furnace he sought out once he died. Looking at the doll once more Viktor just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Really? It looked fucking ugly.
"Ugly, mate. It isn't me. Looks like some fucking pussy doll."
There was no way Viktor was about to admit that Lucifer had done a good job on the doll's appearance and that it did look like him. A bit. Maybe. His pride was at stake here.
"There's a bloke, sort of bloke called Hunter and he's more like a fucking doll than me. Hammer's singer. Swedish girly man. You should make a doll out of him and give it to his tarty drummer boyfriend."
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Date: 2021-09-04 05:22 am (UTC)Lucifer can only laugh as he looks at the doll, setting it down on the dresser with a shrug. "Maybe. I am sure you are a much better doll to play with."
His brow wiggled mischievously, flirting but not overly serious. "I have met Hunter."
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Date: 2021-09-05 07:20 am (UTC)Viktor smirked and seriously wanted to do this if it was even possible. Would the punk be damned? So fucking what? He was going straight to Hell anyway. The burning underworld where he could make fire bombs for all eternity.
"Only Vars gets that deal, mate. No one else. Anyone else who calls me a fucking doll, pretty boy or any other name gets punched."
The Brit was adamant in this.
"What do you think of him?"
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Date: 2021-09-05 11:44 pm (UTC)Lucifer is curious about the possibility of humans traveling into places where angels, literally, fear to tread. Viktor has the humor back to the devil who touches his bottle of Vodka; no fire this time instead it refills.
"Is that what your lover calls you? Pretty boy?" Lucifer was prodding at the punk, brotherly and like a friend might poke at a friend about a new partner. "I cannot say he is wrong if he does."
The humor fades to a bit more serious tone as the subject turns to Hunter. "He is open minded, rebellious, and does what he wants. He is the kind of man the devil can appreciate, as much as I appreciate your rebellious streak. He has a good fashion sense too even if it is a little flashy for me."
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Date: 2021-09-06 07:10 am (UTC)"The Void? Is this some serious shit we'd be doing then? Going across some dangerous hole or something? I'm not afraid. We should do it, mate. Let me know when we can go. I'm touring so probably after."
The Brit talking as if this were some trip to the beach and not a perilous journey into a dangerous land. Near choking on his mouthful of booze, Viktor shot Lucifer a look.
"How do you know that? Yeah, he does. Only him. Anyone else gets a fucking fist in their face."
Shrugging, Viktor took another gulp of vodka and smirked. Yeah, that was Hunter alright. The glam queen and his love for bright, shiny clothes. Leopard print too. Fucking bad clothing choices in the punk's eyes. The tarty drummer seemed infatuated on the Swede though.
"That's him. Girly bloke. He can sing though. Too flashy for even the devil?"
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