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Sinister	It is not as if things have been particularly hard the last few days, but hard is relative. Summer draws on, with the lazy heat of evenings, festivals and outdoor events leaving a lot of trash, a lot of genetic material behind and a lot of work for a 'recycling plant' to sift through for the collection. Review of those findings is astronomical. No, really. The balcony therefore, is cooler central, night-basking in the moon's glow, rather than sunbathing for a tan that will never happen. Sinister is stargazing, or rather, measuring astronomical figures of a -different- ilk with a device that simply looks like a camera. It's feeding data to his laptop, but that apparently does its own work. A twirly straw and a very large hurricane are nearby as the doctor idly works his will upon devices of his own creation.
Lucifer	Lucifer doesn't get back upstairs for a little while even after the telepathic conversation he had with Nathaniel. There's a weariness about his presence - which can sometimes happen if he's had to pull his own tricks out of his hat. So the trudging brings him into the living room where he notices the balcony door is open. Shifting, he wanders out onto the balcony, settling in the chair next to Nathaniel's own seat. It's cool. And not in a way that Lucifer hates. He lets out a sigh as he settles, rolling his head back and closing his eyes as he takes a moment to bask in what may be something very close to darkness - especially if Nathaniel is playing astrophysics. "Tonight was. Interesting. And I somehow have wound up with a deal that...isn't a deal. Not in any official capacity at least. In order to prevent possible other-Lords to know that a discussion was had tonight..." There's a pause. "Thank you for the mind sweep, by the way. That's going to help just in case anyone -did- see what they should not have..."
Sinister	There's a bottle of whiskey and a nice cut crystal glass waiting in the dark. But when you can see in Hell and in the higher spectrum and know magic when you sniff it, the mere shape of a bottle is an easy sillhouette to identify, darkness or no. Sin sips the hurricane, pausing the camera a moment then setting it to a flash-sequence as a shooting star passes across the heavens. He lowers the device to his lap afterwards and prepares a couple of cigarettes, slipping them into holders for no reason other than fancy and hands them both to the devil like a pair of chopsticks. "I am going to pretend like I know what you're talking about and wait for you to enlighten or endarken me, depending on the situation."
Lucifer	"Lester Moreno came into the club tonight. You remember Lester? Drug lord extraordinaire?" It's part of the scene plot so just roll with it. "But I noticed he wasn't quite...alone...but he also didn't seem to see that which was following him. A Hellspawn. Who - ironically enough - calls himself Spawn." Lucifer explains. "Well, I could almost -feel- the violence that was about to occur, so I stopped it. I got in Spawn's way. Short of the long is... he's apparently made a deal with something named Malebogia - what apparently claims to be the ruler of Hell - and now he chases down...criminals I guess? I didn't get the whole story. What I -did- get, what a side hustle. Spawn wants me to figure out precisely what the terms of his deal with this Malebogia is. Course. I can't let Malebogia know either who I am asking for, or why I am asking. In return. Spawn does something hellspawn-y for me." While he's explained all this, he's taken the cigarette holders, lit the cigarettes within them, returned one back and taken a drag off the kept one. "Oh, and so I had to play You Can't See This with the whole of the club. Cause Spawn never revealed himself, but I was able to see him...and I showed him proof that I was -the- Lucifer. Or at least I think I did. But that's why I needed the mind wipe sweep. Just to make sure no one caught any lingering glances our way..." He pours himself a drink then. "How goes stargazing?"
Sinister	Well, that was a very interesting explanation. Sin glances down at the floor, then back into space as the cigarette is lit, handed over and fiddled with, like t'were a ballpoint pen and not a coffin-nail grip. He frowns, thinking back perhaps but with a suck of the cheeks -- "I am ninety nine point nine percent certain that the only ones that saw anything were the demons on staff. I don't like playing with their minds, they're oily and caustic. However, this is -why- I am stargazing. Stars don't make a lot of noise unless you have an extremely large parabolic microphone. I do, but it's in Antarctica." He looks up at the black flypaper covered in glowbugs and back slowly to the city lights. "It seems every demon and their uncle likes to profess to be the lord of Hell these days. Or at least -a- Hell. What... this is the third or fourth encounter with spawn of the Pit?" Looking across to the nearby chair, to the actual Lord of Hell, his gaze ticks about a little, examining. Measuring fatigue? "Maybe it's one of those power jostle fluctuations, ebb and flow of the damned. Whichever that is... why are you so very tired?"
Lucifer	"There are various versions of Hell. Insert random pantheon god or goddess here that rules Hell or even the afterlife and you got it. I am the Lord of the Christian hell...but that's about it. It's expansive, of course, but compared to the whole concept of the underdark? My realm is but a drop of fire in the entire lake." Lucifer says this and takes a sip of his whiskey. "And I am glad that it was mostly the demons on staff who saw anything...and boy have they been through the ringer lately. I might have to trade some of them out... put them on vacation or something." He's joking. Sort of. "As for being tired. I did have to raise and lower my heckles extensively with the Hellspawn what was invading my club to entice a little violence. Which he didn't get to do. And was pissy all the more for it. But I explained the rules and that I didn't give two shits what happens to Lester outside my club. Inside my club, however, everyone is protected. Every. One. Unless you're the one ensuing the trouble." There's a shrug then. "The power surges can be taxing after a while. I'm - of course - not wholly spent...but I do need some time to recover."
Sinister	Sinister nods idly, thoughtfully and regards the city lights once again. "Maybe send a few of the staff to the west coast. They might even bring back some juicy morcels..." he laughs faintly at this, then actually settles in with his cigarette. Several ash-flicks are condemned to the breezes of eternal disintegration, before he comments again. "I suppose it's exhausting having to reel yourself in again, to contain everything that is usually quite tightly enfolded in a human form. I'm trying to think relatively and I suspect the only thing comparative from my perspective would be confining my thoughts to one stream."
Lucifer	Lucifer seems to think on it for a moment. "It's like multiple expulsions of power as opposed to one every once in a while. You've seen the recoveries I've had to do when I go full Angel or full Devil. It's about the same amount of power, just in smaller bursts at a quicker pace." Hoping that would better explain it. Or something. Either way he flicks his own ashes, smokes, drinks, and flicks again. "The real issue is going to be -finding- this Malebogia, getting them to have no suspicions when I ask about contracts, and then relay what information I get about Spawn back to Spawn - all without Malebogia realizing what I've done." He chuckles. "And since I'm not bound by contract, I almost feel like just saying fuck it and gathering the information my own damn way... but I cannot risk putting this Spawn person in any sort of danger..."
Sinister	Sinister blinks a few times at this, fishmouthing once or twice. "Huh," just when you think you know a thing, the rules or lack thereof, change again. He tilts his head and studies the river estuary in the distance. "Maybe it would be more prudent to research this particular Hellspawn himself, to find the roots of his return to Earth. From that, you might be able to ascertain further information about the nature of which Duke of Hell it was, or lord of lies and violence is being served by this. Your servitors and underlings do have... vibes, after all." He looks back, an arch of an eyebrow challenging the devil to consider that thought.
Lucifer	Lucifer takes another drag off his cigarette and then lifts his shoulders into a shrug. "That would work. If I knew this Hellspawn's actual name. I highly doubt there is anyone dead or alive who was ever actually named 'Spawn'..." He says this and then chuckles. "I suppose I could just go browsing through the contracts. If one exists. I wouldn't even have to talk to this Malebogia ... creature ... and give all the answers to the questions asked." He finishes his whiskey then, pouring another. "Though I might want to also see if I can find anything about this Hell Lord that was apparently spoken to. As I am also curious how a contract can stand if the person agreeing to the contract does not remember...anything about the contract. Surely they'd have to be able to know the terms and conditions and all that. It just seems very...odd...to me..."
Sinister	"Well..." Sinister considers that, crossing his ankle as he leans back to gaze at the heavens again "...I can imagine a situation where, were I a religious type that thought myself damned for a moment... where at one point in my life, I would have traded anything to have a purpose again and to forget all the trauma that I had only recently endured. So there's a precedent for wanting to forget all that you signed up for--" he shrugs, looking over to the Devil. "Maybe there is a place where that happened, but I cannot imagine I would be so weak as to give myself amnesia in many places. Who am I, if not the sum total of my own experiences, horrific or otherwise?" He smiles then, reaches for his hurricane and lets his cigarette holder be clenched in his teeth. 'Tis a dainty affair with a pinky raised, to sip the beverage and transfer the holder with a measure of style. "Do you think infernal deception has occurred, or if there is illegitimacy in all of this?"
Lucifer	"I'm saying it's within the realm of possibilities yes. Either someone is pretending to be me. Surprise, surprise..." That last bit Lucifer says is, of course, laden with sarcasm. "Even the souls in Hell do not forget who they are or what they have done. Otherwise there would be no point in punishing them for eternity..." Offering this much more as he takes another pull off his cigarette-in-holder, blowing smoke rings into the air. "And this Spawn person. So much ANGER. As if he is rage incarnate..." Which also seems to - perhaps - worry Lucifer in some odd way. "There's just a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. I kinda want to go digging...see what I can find."
Sinister	Sinister frowns thoughtfully, silent for a good while. "Weird question, but...." he formulates it, tries a few sentences in his head and on his silent tongue, then just says it straight "...are the seven deadly sins embodied at all, in hell? A good amount of me thinks that they probably are. Dukes and duchesses, or Lords and Ladies -- anger is quintessential of I am become Wrath, destroyer of those deserving and not. And those who deserve to die and be dragged to hell the most?" He shrugs. Another sip is taken. "Now I'm all kinds of curious and pondering meeting one of them, one day, given that I've met more of the other end of the spectrum far more than I ever thought I'd have deserved."
Lucifer	Lucifer side eyes Nathaniel for a moment before he sips more of his whiskey. "Yes." It's all he says. Perhaps the rest of that will be left to discovery. "Wrath. I could even see this Hellspawn being the embodiment of that deadly sin..." He finishes the cigarette, plucking it from the end of the holder and letting it burn away to nothing in his hold. Then he shakes his head some. "I believe I might actually let myself sleep a bit tonight... I am... tired." He looks towards the city lights, then upwards further towards the starry skies and lets his eyes close as if pretending to be in the midst of a cool breeze. "I am reminded why I hate pushing and pulling through my powers. Ah well. Perhaps a soak in the hot tub and then a bit of a rest and I'll be right as fire tomorrow." He smirks. "And yes. You ought meet more within the confines of Hell. Since you're able to walk among it's walls, I could probably introduce you to a few heavy hitters..."
Sinister	"I shall have to endeavor to make sure your dreams are not plagued, but it is not really my ballpark at least not with casual lack of intent..." Sinister chuckles, gazing at the skies a little longer, eyes closing as he finishes his own cigarette and hands it blindly over. "Right as Fire. I like that... hah!" A slow thought, in the darkness that follows, airs itself. "Don't you suppose they'd try and compare dick size? I can't imagine that they wouldn't. Or attempt to seduce me, corrupt me, or use me in some ways. Which, I suppose isn't all -that- different than your actual siblings."
Lucifer	"I would like to think that my demons and minions are a bit better behaved than my...siblings..." Lucifer offers this and then chuckles. "Well right as rain didn't quite seem fitting. Besides, I have to keep you on your toes somehow..." Here he stands, downing the rest of his whiskey and shifting to stretch - popping a few bones here and there. Mostly because he can. Partly because he needed to. "Mmn... I think my dreams should be well behaved. After all I'm not plagued by anything. I'm not upset or broody. Just tired. They seems to behave when I am tired." This offered before he looks into the Penthouse. "What scent shall I use tonight? Perfume L'Diablo? Eau de Satanic?" He chuckles. "And, most importantly, are you going to join me?"
Sinister	"Oh, now that I've been so cordially invited," Sinister chuckles, rising and stretching because he can, not because he needs to. "I vote for none of the above, all of that stinks. I am going to go and find something inherantly masculine and not something that smells of drainfarts." So sayeth the man, sleep will be black and strange, no doubt.