13682/The Devil Wears Mortality

The Devil Wears Mortality
Date of Scene:	30 July 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse
Synopsis:	Something happened. Way back when.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Dracula

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Lucifer has posed:
If a mortal devil looks at a coin and tries to call the one on the other side, will they hear the sound? It's been a day or so since Lucifer was 'gifted' this shell of his own form that is everything him except the immortal bit. As it stands, he has tried a few illicit drugs, gotten a little pissed (drunk), and learned what some emotional ties are that he can likely now better understand in his other shell.

The other shell, which sits and looks like it's sleeping on the couch. All peaceful and not moving. It's an interesting thing to see. Yourself from the outside. Lucifer has other questions as well. Questions that only a particular person in his life can answer but - again - he isn't sure if the tie to the coin will work in his hand or if it needs to be in the other's. As it stands, he's also limited in his powers. He can't teleport, spread wings to fly, telekenesis is gone. So so very limited, and yet in some ways, that is also so very freeing.

Dracula has posed:
Where does a Vlad go when he's not haunting those that he has some manner of attachment to? Sometimes he returns to his Keep where it's been settled, but at this particular moment, he stands at the edge of the White Cliffs of Dover. In England. The ocean whispers and shouts as it crashes against the base of the cliffs, and the salty tang of it has settled upon him. Mist has kissed his clothing and hair, a faint dampness to linger there. His gaze lifts to the moon, to watch it in the night sky.

And that is when he hears it, feels it -- that tug that comes through the coin, that silken calling that reaches out to him. Lifting his left hand, he lightly caresses the air for a moment, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. A hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips, and the shadows of night around him suddenly rush in towards him. And when the shadows fade back to normal there, Vlad is no longer present. Instead, he is taken to the penthouse that belongs to Lucifer, arriving some half dozen steps within the door. As is his usual, he's dressed all in black -- peacoat, button up shirt, slacks, shoes, and vest. The only spot of colour is the crimson pocketsquare. His hair is white, tumbling down past his shoulders and glittering with the mist, his eyes their more common dark brown shade.

Lucifer has posed:
For a long moment, Lucifer did truly fear that the coin wasn't going to work. Worse yet, that perhaps his Dracula was upset with him and would not answer the call this time. About to even perhaps give up on the idea and return the coin to the proper pocket, he hears those footsteps and looks towards the door to see Vlad as he enters the Penthouse in that way he does. "Vlad!" There's excitement there, a bit more than perhaps ever has been. No restraint - and the Devil would restrain naturally - even more so, he steps towards the man and envelops him into a hug. "Oh how I have missed you..."

Pay no attention to the other Lucifer that looks dead on the chair. Then he steps back and looks the Vampire Lord over, giving a smirk. "Hmm, you're a little damp, my dear. Where have your travels taken you?" A pause, a flush of color to those cheeks of his. He's also breathing, regularly and with absolute purpose. To stop would be death for him as he is now. "I am sorry we haven't seen much of each other. Really should change that..." He stops talking then, except to offer one last, "Care for a drink?"

Dracula has posed:
There has been a space of time since last they saw each other, this is true, though with a creature as long-lived as Dracula, it is no reflection upon his emotional state. Although his emotional state is sometimes something which is quite a turbulent thing, to be sure. The shadows softly dissipate away from where he had appeared, and he inclines his head towards Lucifer, a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "Lucifer," he offers in greeting, sounding pleased. The extra dose of excitement is noticed, and one of his eyebrows quirks just a touch. Then comes the hug, and he dips his head slightly to kiss Lucifer on the temple, slipping his arms around him in turn. "I have missed you, as well, my dear," he says softly.

There's a flicker of a glance towards the 'other' Lucifer before his dark gaze returns to this living and breathing one before him, and he tilts his head to one side, studying him for a long moment. "I have come from the White Cliff's of Dover, where I was looking over the sea below," Vlad says softly. He lifts his right hand to make a slight gesture. "'Tis all right, and 'tis naught that needs an apology. I am as much to blame for our absence from one another. Such things happen sometimes," he comments, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips anew. "Aye, please, a drink would be welcome. And it may be needed for the explanation behind that," he adds, lifting his right hand to gesture towards what rather appears to be a corpse of Lucifer, and one of his eyebrows lifts.

Lucifer has posed:
Greetings aside, Lucifer nods as he turns and walks over to the bar. He can't use any trickery, so drinks are poured and delivered by hand from him. A thought, and then he decides whiskey for this occasion. Pouring two glasses and then shifts to walk back over, offering one to Vlad before he shifts to sit on the longer part of the 'L' shaped sofa. "Ah. That. Yes..."

He eyes the 'corpse' of himself for a moment and then chuckles softly. "Nathaniel made the mistake of asking 'me' what my deepest desire was. The only thing I could think of was wanting to experience things as a mortal. The high of a drug, the rush of nicotine, the pits of drunk." He chuckles once more. "So, he made this..." A gesture. "I am a shell of the man over there. That is the immortal me, who can do all things as the Devil. This is me...without the devil. As human as I can get." He offers. "I've tested many a theory in this shell and I have to say it's been invigorating and enlightening. I do miss some of the things that came with the other shell but, apart of dying I...I almost *like* this body better..." He grins then before sort of sprawling out in place. "Which makes me wonder...if I taste differently here than there...and surely now you'd have to be a bit more lenient on how much you take from me. I'm not looking to die, you know."

Dracula has posed:
The dark gaze of the vampire follows the mortal devil as he heads over to the bar. He lifts his hands to unbutton his peacoat before lifting it free of his shoulders and stepping aside to hang it up near to the door. The clothes beneath only have the faintest kiss of the ocean at the front, which is a good indication that he'd been standing upon the cliffs with his coat undone, at least for a little while. He reaches out to accept the glass of whiskey when it's offered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he inclines his head towards Lucifer. "Thank you," he says, then lifts the glass to take a small sip of it.

A longer look is cast towards the not-entirely-a-corpse Lucifer as he listens, studying the body for that period of time. His tongue flicks out, brushing first over his upper lip and then the lower before he gives a small nod. "I see. It occurs to me that one ought be careful what one wishes for around those that have the means of making it so," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. Vlad remembers being human, being mortal, being fragile -- and he has no desire at all to go back to such days. "Dying tends to be quite final, unless one does it in the manner that I experienced it, and I would be rather wroth with someone if they were to deliver such a thing unto you," he comments. He lifts the glass to take a sip of the whiskey within, and then he smoothly steps over to the couch to lightly nudge Lucifer's legs over a little bit to sit in front of them. "I would expect that you will taste differently, for you are as they are," he says, lifting a hand to make a broad gesture to indicate humanity as a whole. "I will be mindful not to kill you... it is not my wish or desire to do so, after all. It would not take much blood at all to know if there is a difference," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Lucifer has posed:
As the whiskey is taken and thanked for, Lucifer lifts to press a kiss to the Vampire Lord's lips before actually moving to his seat. "Indeed. Dying does tend to be fatal. I'm not sure if I would actually die. I'm fairly certain that Nathaniel could take my consciousness and place it back into the other shell. It might even be that my expiration-date gene is still not active, so I can do all these things and NOT die." A pause then as he sips his whiskey, actually wincing as it goes down. "Mmn, but I would rather not test that theory." Commenting such while he watches Vlad as the man comes and sits down next to him, offering his ideas behind tasting Lucifer now, and how he would surely be mindful about not taking too much that it would kill him.

"I appreciate that. In so far I've had fun on acid and a rush on nicotine." Though he thinks he's already said that. Other things have been different too, but he wasn't going to really make a comment about that in the mixed company.

Dracula has posed:
There is a kiss that's given in return for the one that he's gifted with, and Vlad gives a soft chuckle. "For most, at least, death is fatal," he comments, a touch of amusement to his voice. "I am not entirely certain if you could die either, in the form that you are in, but I am not willing to test the theory either, in case you can be," he adds, inclining his head slightly towards Lucifer. "While there are a number of theories that are worth testing, this one happens to not be one of them," he comments, his dark eyes showing a flicker of amusement to them.

"My hunger does not need much to be sated, under normal circumstances. Typically around a tenth of what an average human has within their bodies," he muses, his tone thoughtful. He lifts his drink, taking a sip of his whiskey. "The thirst is always willing for blood. The question that is perhaps a touch more curious to me is where would you care to be bitten?" he asks, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips.

Lucifer has posed:
"I am glad we are in agreement upon that." Lucifer offers, shifting to stand and sips at his whiskey while he lumbers around the room a bit. "What affects does your bite have on most humans? Some of them get a thrill out of it don't they? Almost like it's an aphrodisiac to them hmm?" This is questioned as he stops at one of his bookshelves, as if looking for a book where he swore he read that in somewhere.

"As for where I care to be bitten... that is always up in the air, my dear Vlad. I never care where teeth, or blade, or nails...dig into flesh...draw the crimson that flows beneath skin." He offers this, sips whiskey, winces and then takes a breath. "I only care who is doing the biting or cutting and why it is being done." Then he turns, and spreads his arms out like he's on some cross for crucification. "Have at me, my love...any way you wish..."

Dracula has posed:
Lightly, Vlad lifts his right hand to make a slight gesture at the question. Then he lifts his glass of whiskey to take a drink of it. "There are likely a great many things that we are in agreement about, my dear," he says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I have not particularly made a study of how humans react to my bite. To me, they are sheep," he says softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. "Many times, they are under my hypnosis when I bite them, and they remember nothing of the encounter," he adds, his dark gaze held fast upon Lucifer.

"It is quite possible that it may be an aphrodisiac to them. A significant number of them do seem to react in what could be called interesting ways," Vlad says, giving a soft chuckle. His dark eyes show a sparkle to them at the response to where to bite, and he winks. "You may care a touch more now that you happen to be in a mortal skin. It may lure different reactions from you depending on where the bite happens to fall," he comments, sounding a touch amused. Shifting slightly, he rises and swiftly makes his way over to where Lucifer stands, and he lifts his left hand to lightly brush his fingers over Lucifer's cheek. There's something gentler in that touch, and he leans in to kiss Lucifer first, so softly upon the lips, and then he lightly trails his nose along the devil's jaw, towards his neck. He pauses only briefly, listening to the sound of the blood, of his heart rate. And then he leans in and sinks his teeth into Lucifer's neck, for his teeth to pierce the main artery there.