"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?"
Some day Viktor might get the added shock of seeing Lucifer as a lady but not today. AS the discussion turned the angel took the matter more seriously than the rest they had spoken about to this point. "The mythology of humans is not exactly correct. I do not rule Hell. We were banished to Chaos, a realm outside of creation. The Void is the space of nothingness between Chaos and creation. It is a dangerous place to navigate. Even God must take his time to cross it safely."
The devil blossomed into a smile, kind and warm. "I am many things but the Seraphim are made of fire, love, and passion. I heard it in the tone of your voice."
Affection was easy to pick up on for Lucifer and he would not goad the punk even if he wanted to giggle about this. He did not know much about Viktor's partner but the name and how Viktor reacted reminded him of Tony and his flair for nicknames of the same type.
"Contrary to some portrayals I am not often flashy unless I am sitting as king." An obvious point since the angel was standing there in a sleek, slim fit black suit with a white dress shirt.
Once Viktor actually gets to see Lucifer as a woman he might be shocked and it would no doubt turn his world upside down in some way but for now he's still getting used to the bloke side of the devil.
"Oh yeah? Sounds bullshit, mate. Is there some sort of bridge we can cross this Void thing to get to God's pussy palace? Can't you just fly up there with those fucking massive wings of yours?"
The punk didn't really understand but was trying to in his own limited way. Viktor's world was much smaller than Lucifer's and filled with being a rock star, pyromaniac and being with his Norwegian.
"King? You're a flashy fuck, aren't you? Do you sit on a fucking throne throwing fire balls at bastards who piss you off?"
Lucifer laughs and shakes his head. "The void is nothingness. I can fly across the void but it is not easy for a human to survive. We have only ever brought one human across and she was carrying the child of an angel. I am not sure you would survive."
He was being honest about the situation. Though, he breaks into a smile. "I do know how to safely bring humans into my realm which would suit you better than my Father's pussy palace in the sky."
He wondered what a pyromaniac would think of a land that was on fire constantly.
"Hardly unless I am the serpent in the garden." He's nearly coy with Viktor, though not quite. "Some things are true. I am one to whisper in ears and allow others to burn themselves to the ground. I have better things to do with my time than waste it harassing mortals."
"You can carry a chick holding a baby over this fucking void thing but not me? Bullshit. Vars will get pissed if I die so I can't be bothered with all that crap. If there's an easier way to kick God's ball sac let me know."
Viktor was truthful in this even though he guessed all this angel shit was way out of his league. What was one punk compared to all these angelic assholes? But the devil was offering to bring him to his realm so why the fuck not?
"So, are you being serious about all of this? You're not fucking around with me when you say you can take me to your realm? To Hell? I'd love to go. All the fire and burning shit."
"The baby is the offspring of an angel. It can protect her, unless you are suggesting that I turn you into a woman so you can carry an angelic child too." Lucifer is not serious about the last bit as the boyishly bad smirk he has can attest to. "I know of your partner and do not wish to invoke his wrath, or rather do not wish him to send gods after me for retalliation."
Lucifer knew some of the others were pagan and could only imagine the cursing that would come from an angry punk rock viking if his partner died.
"I do not live in Hell." Lucifer clarifies, now more serious. "God wanted me to rule there and torture human souls. I refused to do his dirty work. If he wishes humans tortured he can do it Himself." The whole idea of being God's personal torturer was disgusting at best and we'll worth rebelling against. "I rule in Chaos, a place beyond creation and the control of God."
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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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Date: 2021-09-06 07:33 am (UTC)The devil blossomed into a smile, kind and warm. "I am many things but the Seraphim are made of fire, love, and passion. I heard it in the tone of your voice."
Affection was easy to pick up on for Lucifer and he would not goad the punk even if he wanted to giggle about this. He did not know much about Viktor's partner but the name and how Viktor reacted reminded him of Tony and his flair for nicknames of the same type.
"Contrary to some portrayals I am not often flashy unless I am sitting as king." An obvious point since the angel was standing there in a sleek, slim fit black suit with a white dress shirt.
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Date: 2021-09-08 07:40 am (UTC)"Oh yeah? Sounds bullshit, mate. Is there some sort of bridge we can cross this Void thing to get to God's pussy palace? Can't you just fly up there with those fucking massive wings of yours?"
The punk didn't really understand but was trying to in his own limited way. Viktor's world was much smaller than Lucifer's and filled with being a rock star, pyromaniac and being with his Norwegian.
"King? You're a flashy fuck, aren't you? Do you sit on a fucking throne throwing fire balls at bastards who piss you off?"
Viktor's imagination was something.
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Date: 2021-09-12 12:37 am (UTC)He was being honest about the situation. Though, he breaks into a smile. "I do know how to safely bring humans into my realm which would suit you better than my Father's pussy palace in the sky."
He wondered what a pyromaniac would think of a land that was on fire constantly.
"Hardly unless I am the serpent in the garden." He's nearly coy with Viktor, though not quite. "Some things are true. I am one to whisper in ears and allow others to burn themselves to the ground. I have better things to do with my time than waste it harassing mortals."
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Date: 2021-10-04 04:15 pm (UTC)Viktor was truthful in this even though he guessed all this angel shit was way out of his league. What was one punk compared to all these angelic assholes? But the devil was offering to bring him to his realm so why the fuck not?
"So, are you being serious about all of this? You're not fucking around with me when you say you can take me to your realm? To Hell? I'd love to go. All the fire and burning shit."
This would be Viktor's dream.
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Date: 2021-10-06 04:42 pm (UTC)Lucifer knew some of the others were pagan and could only imagine the cursing that would come from an angry punk rock viking if his partner died.
"I do not live in Hell." Lucifer clarifies, now more serious. "God wanted me to rule there and torture human souls. I refused to do his dirty work. If he wishes humans tortured he can do it Himself." The whole idea of being God's personal torturer was disgusting at best and we'll worth rebelling against. "I rule in Chaos, a place beyond creation and the control of God."