13825/It's just your body dying, pay it no mind, it happens to us all...

It's just your body dying, pay it no mind, it happens to us all...
Date of Scene:	19 September 2021
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Vampire Lucifer is a ferret in his heart of hearts. Editor is going to run now, before he's ganked.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

---

Sinister has posed:
Three days of measuring, checking and stocking up. Three days of checking chains. And three days to get nervous about things. Once again, we're here, aren't we? Waiting for the sun to track down the horizon.

"Sundown in ten minutes," Sinister calls from the shower, preparing those last little bits of sundown ablutions, that time in front of the mirror, eyeing the shape of things an making sure that everything is in its place. Dressing gown and silk pants, barefoot, hair tied back. All manner of nothing to write home about, but that he's layered all kinds of subtleties in scent. A bustle about, making a cup of tea, a slice of toast, all things normal and ordinary and not a JC in sight to witness it, he settles at the computer desk to watch the occupant of the room for a short while. Checking settings, making sure the monitoring sensors are operational.

Lucifer has posed:
"I feel like that's a countdown to my inevitable demise..." Lucifer offers with a chuckle as he watches Sinister do all sorts of preparing. "You're making me feel bad. I didn't do all this much when you were the one with a clone on the other side of the wall... you surely don't have to be all...fussy." Fussy may not be the precise wording but it's where Lucifer lands in the moment. "So, how will this all work. Are you going to have to pull me back and forth as needed?"

Sinister has posed:
"I'm afraid so, unless you can meditate yourself into there and back. I suspect, given your capacity for mystical arts, you probably could do so yourself but I don't know that it's off the top of your head," Sinister snorts though, munching on toast. "I am not being fussy," he informs, lifting his chin a little. "I am being prepared. You didn't have to be, you're naturally fragrant and interesting. I have to work at it." He winks, looking back at the screen. "Do you want to go and lie down out of sight? Or do you fancy being all unnerved by staring at yourself?"

Crooking a finger, he beckons Lucifer down for a kiss. And if that lure works? Well.

Darkness will descend for an Archangel and out in the penthouse beyond, Sinister will carry an unconscious self somewhere comfortable to rest and lay him down bravely.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smirks as he walks over to the man munching on toast and chuckles just as he makes his way over. "You're being fussy, but I love it. Just as I love you." He offers. It's teasing and gentle, so hopefully Sinister doesn't take it too close to heart. "I am not naturally anything... I mean... not anything special. Just me. Which needs to be buffed and polished every so often."

He follows the crook of that finger, leaning down to actually have that kiss returned. Lured. He didn't even need to be lured to participate.

Then there's only darkness...and more darkness...and then a sort of floaty feeling...

Sinister has posed:
Sinister checks the clock, a pet in the mind, in that warm, floaty place, that feeling of being hugged from all over that is a mind transport lovingly given. He enters the room, reaches out to touch the very center of the clone's forehead and releases the mind within to bleed into the coolness of death. It won't be long now. He checks the chains one more time, kisses the clone's cheek, then hustles out, releasing the warmed blood bags in easy reach and locking the door.

Monitors are monitored again, his toast slowly being ended one nibble at a time, as the sun dips below the horizon. "Wakey wakey, love," he pulls up a small window on his monitor that shows brainwave activity and stares through the camera lens.

Lucifer has posed:
So where does the actual Lord of Hell go when his clone is chained in a safe room so that when the clone awakens things can go off? Probably laid in bed with his eyes closed. So when the clone's eyes open in that post-death vampirism sort of way there's a hunger that spikes on the computer screens. He shifts forward a step or two, then looks down at his wrists, at the bindings there and grins. A sniff in the air, scenting those blood bags that were dropped and there's nothing that stops him from seeing red then. It's a quick thing too, he VOOMs to the bags, rips into them, splattering blood everywhere and just making a mess of things.

Sinister has posed:
"That's reminiscent," Sinister murmurs as he munches the last bit of his toast, sips tea and squares off to face the monitors completely. It only occurs now, that Lucifer and bindings are a combination that's sketchy at best and the cup is lowered slowly. He observes, keeping a close eye on the proceedings, the brainwave activity and with a fleeting glance toward the bedroom, he leans his elbows on the desk, fingers steepled before his lips.

VOOM - eyes settle on the scans. A button is pressed to drop a few more bags.

And calm as a cucumber, a vegetable known for its sedate nature: "When you're ready, raise your hands."

Lucifer has posed:
Well, bindings and the celestial are sketchy. The mortal-now-vampire is..okay..as the bindings are still holding him even as he ravenously attacks the blood bags. All of them. Even the extra ones. Though slowly but surely, the hunger begins to subside and soon after again, he seems to stop entirely. Licking at his lips, but also possibly covered in blood - as is part of the lap - he finally looks right at the camera.

And up go his hands.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, I think you can probably release yourself from the chains if you feel inclined," Sinister stares a few moments, grins to himself and shakes his head. "I get what you mean about the creep factor..." he chuckles, moves to the door of the safe room and quietly enters the lock code. With a mechanical clunk, the magnetic seal opens. With a push, the door is swinging inwards revealing dressing gown, silk trews, ponytail and shirtlessness. And shoelessness, but there's no fetish for feet in this equasion. "How do you feel?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks, looks down, and blinks again before actually removing those chains that bind him and a grin forms on his lips. He takes a breath, though it's not needed, and shifts eyes that are more crimson that anything else to look over towards Nathaniel. "I feel..." He looks himself over a moment. "I am not sure what I feel. There is a need. A thirst. It has quelled but it is not quenched..." Steps take him forward, towards Nathaniel, eyes shift to stare at the man's throat. Then he pauses, closing his eyes. "I can hear you. Your breath but also...your heart. It's loud.. like it's calling to me with each pump it makes."

Then...did he voom? He must have. Because he's suddenly in front of Sinister, up close, and breathing in his scent. "...This is...interesting..." Cause it's Lucifer's mind within a clone, experiencing things on both the inside and perhaps a bit of the out. "It's none too different from my other form save..." And those fangs, my how they appear and he bites his lower lip on accident. "Ow. Damnit."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister was deadpan with hands lightly clasped behind his back through all of that, including the VOOM. Riiiight up until the 'ow, dammit' - when he wheezes a snicker and rolls his lips into his mouth to stop the smile that wants to escape. "Ahemmemem," he clears his throat without opening lips, then when it seems he's got himself under control, he smiles. Widely. With the dimples. "Tricky buggers aren't they?" He lifts his chin, tilting his head to the side just a measure with that nice little -pop- of vein showing when he clenches his jaw. "I'd practice a little bit, in and out. You kind of have to tense your gums, if that makes sense."

But there we go with the scent. To a vampire's nose, he smells like something else entirely; Sinister has an aroma that just makes the mouth water oh-so-slightly. A richness that the normal nose doesn't pick up on; like gourmet treats of pate de fois gras, or oysters rockafella, fillet mignon with caramelized onions and wild mushroom. Or you know, just extremely potent blood. Cologne over the top is mild, as is the soap, slightly clovey, slightly nutmeggy. Clean wrapping on a rich treat just beneath the packaging.

He reaches up to tap a single fingertip on his jugular.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer says, "Little bit. Tense the gums? Might have to work on that..." Lucifer says this much before taking in that scent again. Yes, the richness of the man's blood is scented, and those subtle hints of cologne and soap are appreciated. They don't assault as they would have were he wearing something stronger. At least for the vampire's nose anyway.

There's a moment where Lucifer watches as Sinister tilts his head, lets that vein pop. He can see the vein, see each pulse of heart beat pumping through it. One hand moves to cradle the other side of Sinister's neck while he leans in, kisses the jugular, licks at the skin there. Almost...hesitant...before actually sinking his teeth in to begin pulling and drinking Sin's very life force."

Sinister has posed:
And now, the reason for a lack of shirt. That's a lot of blood congealing, it makes less of a mess. Much easier to clean that alabaster white and redress the balance on his clothing. A hand comes forward, cupping the small of the vampire Lucifer's back to steady himself, smiling blissfully as he's feasted upon. It's definitely potent stuff, that's for absolute certain, no small wonder that it seems to be bottomless, as he doesn't seem to be in danger of crumpling. "No danger of sending me to hell, but you might get a bit squirrelly if you gorge yourself on me. Or rather you might get a bit melty -- I don't know if neonates can shapeshift, I was just able to already."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer holds on and feeds for a lingering moment before, and finally, he pulls back. The wound is lapped at for cleanings sake and then he looks into Sinister's eyes. Quickly those fangs retract, which cause him to jump at himself. "Yeah. Will definitely take some...getting used to...but my oh my....you are delicious." Which he can say now with truth behind the words in a literal sense. He looks himself over once more and then smiles wide. "Mmn....definitely interesting..." Offered and then he chuckles, looking around the room finally while taking a few steps back. "Seems I've made a bit of a mess.."

Sinister has posed:
"The symmetry is amazing isn't it?" Sinister says quietly, lashes lowering when his gaze is met. He lifts the hand that was at the small of the back to touch elbow and beams at the compliment to well... how he ... tastes. "I shouldn't be pleased to taste good, but we are the very definiton of the odd couple, at times. I can but imagine I taste like bacon if bacon was blood. Yes, I'm going with that." He glances beyond, into the room of messiness. "I can't clean up like you can. Give me a moment -- "

Concentration takes effort when such a situation is presented but after a few moments, he is lifting the blood from various surfaces, the empty bags also and shifting the chains back to neatly criss-crossed at the wall. The ball of congealed leftovers is sent to the disposal. "Do you want to freshen up? I could ...busy myself for the miniscule amount of time that would take."

He drifts off, stalking to the couch. To vampire eyes, his movement is extremely fluid, little nuances that are lost to the naked eye normally; a hidden grace, one might suppose. Everything is precise.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other while Sinister takes the time to actually clean up the bloody mess, and put the chains back where they belong. Then there's another moment as he sort of watches the way the man moves. Even when simply walking, there's purpose to it that he doesn't see when not in this form. When he can't slow things down or speed things up.

"Interesting..."

That's said before he looks himself over and then shakes his head. "I don't...think I need to freshen up?" Unless he's missing something. He could be missing something. Likely something important and his mind just isn't catching up to said thing.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's arrival at the couch ends with him laying down against the cushions, arranging the dressing gown artfully and laying one arm along the back, plucking a fingernail against the seam of the leather, eyes on Lucifer curiously. "You were considerably neater than I was, but I wondered if you felt any smears, albeit thin ones. I know I can always feel caked blood on myself. It usually isn't mine, but there we go. Unsanitary." He shivers a little bit "...unless it's yours and I'm playing artist with it, that is." He crosses his ankles, watching.

"Talk to me. This is part of the documentation process, the experience... for posterity. For our records. Can you smell yourself everywhere, like I could? Or are you picking up scents that aren't you? I wondered about that, given it's hard to be aware of your own familiarity."

Lucifer has posed:
"You have a grace about you that I have never noticed before. I knew you had this sort of precise way about things, but I never realized it extended even to the way you move and sit. Every big and little thing of you is practically perfect. You're like my own Mary Poppins. Only you don't leave on the west wind." Lucifer says this much and then chuckles. "Mmn... I do feel a bit... sticky? Perhaps? But... I'm sort of playing with that a bit." This as he looks himself over again. "Though I suppose I should get rid of all the blood...now that I see it's pretty much all over me."

Of course, he's half through trying to do something when he realizes he can't. "Oh. Right. Not a celestial vampire. This isn't even my real body. Which, now that I think about it, is an odd thing to say. Or even contemplate. Also yes. I can scent... a lot of things. Only...there's me...but there's also you. And Vlad. In the air... mingling but also..." He pulls his hands apart. "Separate. Gods damned but I do smell good don't I?" He walks around the room once. Twice. "Did you have this... almost like a desire to just... GO. To just... be somewhere else for a moment. Then another place. Like I feel like I could run for days and never tire."

Sinister has posed:
There's a soft laugh. "Maybe I should own a spoonful of sugar making the medicine go down, hmm?" IN a most /delightful/ way. "I take pride in being precise, accurate as I can be. In as many ways as I can, I think as a compensation for all the ways that I can't. It's nearly ingrained into me, from my life before and my life after becoming who I became. I'm amazed you noticed so very much."

At the question, he nods. "If you recall, I zoomed about quite a bit, in the first night. I couldn't really help it, I wanted to be elsewhere to get things done, to move, to ... act on the impulses and it happened. And yes, you do smell divine. I think... I have a rather more unique perspective on my clones. Each of them can be me-- I am the system, any one could end up the prime if something actually happened to me. I don't quite... separate the same way. When I was in the vampire, that was me." So that's a thought. But it seems it was a thought that he considered from a different perspective than his own, as he made significant enough changes to his clone to be obviously different. Not for his sake, which is known. "But impulse control? Definitely a thing that you end up having to work at, for the next little while. I.. am amazed you can smell me at all, beneath Vlad and yourself."

Lucifer has posed:
"Not before. But now. Now I can see it. All the grace you have... it's.. intriguing." Lucifer offers this and then listens as Sinister then offers answers to his question. "Ah. Yes. I do recall that. It's amazing how I can recall that while also knowing I'm not...quite me..."

Then he VOOMs. To the left of the room. To the right. All around the room, perhaps being even more meticulous about this and that being here or there than Nathaniel can often be. He feels energized. Compelled. Like Sinister explained...a want to do all the things at the same time and he almost CAN because of this speed. Which... "Well this speed isn't much different than how I teleport... except instead of staying in place, I'm moving forward to where I want to be. I wonder if I could go through walls. I doubt I can in this form..." He looks to the wall that separates the safe room and the rest of the Penthouse. Almost looking like he wants to try.

Sinister has posed:
"I do not think you have the celestial gifts in this form. I suspect you could still do magic without too much trouble, but walking through walls -- I couldn't clone the abilities that are inherant to something that just can't be cloned. I did the best I could. I still sometimes want to see if I can infuse more of you into myself, I'll have you know, but I resist it." Sinister admits that, whilst trying to keep track of the movement. Eventually he ends up looking at where Lucifer -will- be before he gets there, reading the intent rather than trying to keep an eye on something that moves faster than the eye can properly account for. "Although it would possibly be funny to both of us, your name is Lucifer Morningstar, not Harvey Wallbanger. Even if you do taste delicious."

Idly, there is a smile, hidden a little by resting his chin on his hand, playing with the edge of his moustache with a pluck of his pinky finger. "Maybe you should see if you can shapeshift? I would be intrigued to see. I can do a multi-form, but you might be less versatile. Then again, you're full of me, so who knows?"

Lucifer has posed:
"I can safely assure you I do not. I just tried. It didn't work." The Morningstar Vampire admits after a moment and then chuckles. "As much as I would love to see what may or may not happen if you infuse yourself with more of me..." His thought trails then before he shakes his head. "A discussion for when I am myself, perhaps..." Because talking about it while not in celestial form seems...bad? Or something. Then he looks around again.

"Oh! Splendid idea!" Lucifer says and then looks around to make sure he has room before trying. It's a funny thing to see when it doesn't happen. Eyes close, he strikes a pose... but nothing. Hmm. So then he tries again. Honestly, at some point it can look like he's trying a little too hard. Finally, third time. Eyes close. Pose strikes. And then he shrinks and shrinks and grows fur and becomes elongated until finally... instead of a Luci, or something a bit more fitting for the Lightbringer. Sinister now has a Morningstar Vampire Ferret. Squeak!

Sinister has posed:
"Indeed. Another time, another situation and a more thorough, reasoned thought process to go along with it. Whim and myself are not usually fond bedfellows. I say usually, as I can indeed be whimsical when the... what -are- you..." This as the look of concentration takes hold. "Well, that didn't quite..." and again "...I think you might be trying a little too..."

Ferret.

Sinister stares, mouth opening just a little bit and forming shapes. "Did you mean to do that, I wonder?" he ponders, as he stands and reaches a hand down to the trouser snake. "C'mon. Unless you want to go and steal all of my left socks and hide them someplace." Dude. Don't give the devil ideas, no matter how cute and whiffly he looks.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer wiggles his little ferret nose and runs in circles. No. He did NOT mean to do this. He's..tiny and furry and WAHHHH! So when the hand comes down, Lucifer scurries up Sinister's arm and perches on his shoulder. Squeak. Squeak squeak! Almost like the devil may be pouting a bit. Also, since this took a moment, and Lucifer isn't even sure HOW he became this way, it may be a bit before he becomes his human self again.

Bollocks.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister sits himself back down again, reaching up to claim the ferret off his shoulder. He lifts one leg up to rest the little critter on his knee, looking at him critically as he thinks about this conundrum. "Well, you've mastered size manipulation, although I'm not altogether sure where you put the rest of yourself. That might be a little hint of the magic that you end up just being, because it's you." He taps his lip, points at his eyes and at the ferret, then clears his throat. "Pay attention," he gestures around his face and reaches out with his mind. <<Skin is plates, plates that are interconnected together, in layers. When you consider a serpent's skin, it is large dermal plates, triangular, made up of a layer like a fingernail, growing like hair. Adapted hair. Think of hair and think of it flattening out and becoming hardened and shiny.>> -- As he speaks, his own skin develops scales, growing out from his cheek and following the contours of his face. Beautiful silvery scales, like a smooth serpent. <<Eyes react to light, you want them to react far more, imagine narrowing your pupils to squint sharply, hard at a surface>> -- and his pupils become slits, like a serpent. "Imagination is key, but also the understanding. You're not just magically shapeshifting yourself, you are quite literally telling -every- part of your being, to be something else, specifically. I control every single cell of my body, down to the mitochondria."

Lucifer has posed:
There's just one teeny tiny problem with this, and it's not just the fact that the Vampire Clone Lucifer is now teeny tiny. All of the energy he was trying to expel is now contained in a smaller sized being, but it's still that massive amount of energy. There is no telling how Lucifer got this way, and perhaps it's a combination of his own magic, plus Sinister's ability to shape shift. Unfortunately, since Sinister did not keep hold of Lucifer, he barely kept the ferret's attention. Once the man finishes speaking... ZIP! The ferret is off the leg and running around the safe room. Under things, over things, as fast as his tiny little feet can carry him! ZIP, ZING, ZOOM! Squeak! Squeak, squeak! Until finally he finds a little corner under a table where he can simply cower for a moment while he tries to work out just how to stop being so small, fluffy and adorable!

Sinister has posed:
"Oh for the love of..." Getting up, the scales fade away, eyes returning to normal as Sinister stands up. "Small hyperactive vampire lucifer ferret. Things just went into bizarroworld, OH! Idea..." he considers himself, then shakes his head. That wasn't likely to work, so he doesn't even try. Instead, he makes a knife of his right index finger and slits his own wrist open, from wrist to elbow, settling back down again on the couch and wafting the limb back and forth. The blood flows, but does not drop, melting back into himself from the open vein. "Tasty treats, come on..."

And of course, this is a trap. Zing, zap, zoom, but how good are you little critter? Can you overpower Nathaniel Essex to get to your tasty treat, or will you have to get bigger to do so?

Lucifer has posed:
For the love of what? All that is sacred and holy? That's not going to work now, is it? then Sinister plays a dirty trick, slitting his arm open and letting that scent of blood waft through the room. Luci-ferret's nose twitches and he inches out from his hiding hole, then cowers back, then comes out again. The scent is too strong, hid fledgling hunger still a bit too high, that he's suddenly scurrying across the floor to get to the wafting arm. Only. He is tiny ferret! He cannot latch onto arm and have tasty treat! That involves being less furry, bigger, and more human like in nature!

A skip, a skitter, and then WHAM! Luci-ferret jumps to latch onto arm, but clears it entirely, turns into a human and THWAPS! right into the stone wall. That might sting for a moment or few. "...Asshole..."

Sinister has posed:
"This is true, but look on the bright side... you're a human again, look at that! I'm a genius!" Sinister says in a droll tone, a purr that in NO way counters the fact that he lured his lover into a shapeshifting trap and engineered his downfall in the face of a stone wall. He floats up though, a fast motion that brings him close, not a voom by any stretch, but quick. He /is/ quick when he flies, one day they ought to try and strap an odometer to him and a velocity measure.

And there's a nice open wrist, in immediate view. And there's the other arm snaking around from behind. Oh, but it's lovely to be fed upon, that balance of power a delicate thing. But there's something very dissonant and interesting about the prey holding the predator to account of the feed and providing it on their terms, so to speak. Blame the ferret, the fluffy is still solidly in mind. "How the heck did you end up ferret? The mind boggles."

Lucifer has posed:
"Criss crossed thoughts is all I can account for. Cute, tiny... but beyond that I've got no idea." Maybe Lucifer was thinking of an animal at the same time as everything else. Who knows. Never the less, he realizes he's being offered that arm, and cradled in such a way by Sinister. Oh but... blessed be the offering placed before him. He cradles the arm, fangs appear and he feeds off that offered wound, drinking in more and more of Sinister's life force. He still needs to be careful, even if the man can't really seem to be drained quicker than his blood is replaced...he doesn't want to drink from him for forever.

Sinister has posed:
And that thirst is ravenous. It's easy to lose the mind to it, as well Sinister knows of late. Delicious blood is dangerous for its addictive quality, you want more and more and more and more -- self-control he helps with, in that the fangs at one point go straight through the flesh like they were a hot knife through butter and that self-same wrist shifts, the palm that it was attached to, a warm balm on an otherwise cool forehead as he guides the vampire's head back to rest upon his shoulder.

"Shall I bring you back to yourself, for now? We'll have to transport this body to hell with your normal self at the helm, if we're to accomplish that..." he pauses, bringing his face down to ear level to whisper "...although I rather like this, I must admit. Oh, to be in your mind, reading what you think all through this, but that would be invasive and under normal circumstances I wouldn't much care about such things... this is you. I won't do that."

Lucifer has posed:
Yes, and Sinister will be Vamp Luci's addiction for sure. He drinks for a little longer, but when Sinister begins to speak, he actually pulls away from that arm. "It may be me in some way, but it is not me entirely. If you want to invade my mind, know my thoughts...The only way you're going to get them as pure as they are is if you are in my mind..." He offers this much but then holds up a finger. "Still, we should do the other bit first."

The other bit being putting him back in his true self, and getting this clone down to Hell so that they can further experiment together in so many different ways. "Yes. We should work on that. Get us down to Hell, and then perhaps make a few stops before we further any experiments. I think I'd like all of that. How about you?"

Sinister has posed:
"I think I have never felt this way about any other, which vexes me, in that I actually -care- to think what you might wonder if I were to simply take such knowledge as if I had the right to possess it. You are quite something, beyond anything I ever would have thought possible for me. And I think, I shall like it muchly, in all the ways, good and bad, that it might transpire." Spinning the vampire about, the villainous Geneticist gazes into very red eyes, stares there a long, silent moment and draws that which is Lucifer within himself.

What follows after this is best viewed on the video cameras. A vampiric devil, albeit basically human, fighting tooth and nail as it's hoisted up and telekinetically transported to a coffin prison to be strapped down and locked in tight, is there for the viewing. If ever curiosity strikes.

But what Lucifer the Morningstar can feel, aside from that warm sensation of enveloping mind giving an omnidirectional embrace, is a lengthy kiss, returning him to his immortal framework. Forgive Sinister if he lingers, with focused mind and wandering hands.

Lucifer has posed:
The darkness that his mind is brought into is always something warm and soothing. he trusts it - as he should. So even as the clone - bereft of mind - begins to fight and gets sealed away, Lucifer's mind is unaware of such things. All he knows is, in the moment, there is that warmth, an all around embrace, and then lips touching lips. The transfer of his mind back into his own body which then lingers in that kiss for a bit longer. "Oh my love..." He offers, then shifts to nuzzle neck where he bit only a little while ago.

Sinister lingers, Lucifer keeps him close. "Suppose we should get this done sooner rather than later, but I'm liking being back in my own body a bit. Not that the other is bad, it's just weird. And I guess a part of me is scared I'll get used to the other over this one. Is that a weird thought to have?" He asks this while remaining in bed, not truly wanting to get up just yet.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's form settles in beside. What the angel does not know cannot hurt him at the moment, or cause him weird disassociative hang-ups, more to the point. It's tenderness that solidifies this moment, as oh-so-pale fingers brush through dark hair, tousel it in play and stroke it back behind ears, trace those shells and place a myriad more tiny touches along the lines of shape and form, given definition by will and desire to look a certain way. "My angel," one more kiss on account, then he pulls back to just gaze. Oh, he could spend an eternity doing just that.

"It isn't strange. One of my first observations when I concluded that first day, was that it was an exceptionally dangerous existence to be having, when there was an option not to be in it. The sheer ... pardon the term... mindfuck that vampirism exerts on a body is profound. That feeling of power, the surge of it, the impulses to experience and more, it sneaks in and seditiously makes you enjoy the hunt, the capture and the kill, as it were. You start very quickly wanting it. I put it down to the amplification of the Id through the amigdala and medulla. The fight and flight and the primative hind brain experience /considerable/ amplification of impulse. Essentially, you become a slave to the instinct, because it also controls endorphine release and other subconscious impulses. Before you can grasp it, you are bound to experience it and the conscious neo-cortex and cortex regions of the brain do not adapt quite as quick. It takes time. As I noted, I have a great deal more respect for how civilized Vlad actually is, even accounting for his inate depravities."

He stoops for another kiss, rubbing the tip of his nose and tickling Lucifer's face with stray hair escaped from the ponytail. "You really do -want- to give in. It's an addiction."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer listens as Sinister explains, and he's getting better in some ways on understanding the science behind what Sinister is talking about. So much, at this point, that he actually follows along. "Ah, that's why you were waiting for certain points to go green while you were scanning your mind..." He offers and then nods his head again. Yes. Addiction is a good thing to lump it under...and it's a very strong addiction that you keep wanting to give into. That whole rush - as you put it - it came with every pass of blood over tongue." He offers this and then tilts his head one way and then the other, perhaps having a thought.

The vampire is tucked away in a coffin it cannot escape. And once we're down in Hell... I've made sure to arrange business needs so I won't be needed here for a couple of days. That should give us plenty of time to finish the experiment together... and then bring them back for Vlad to claim." This much, but he is obviously still thinking. "That said... would it be selfish of me to want one more night with you. Here. In the...normal...before we go play in the fires of Hell again?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks a couple of times in quick succession, pleased that the understanding has been had. Just a nod, confirmation of the rationale gleaned. "Yes, indeed," sometimes short and sweet is everything. Particularly when deeper thought is occuring and deserves to be observed as it works its way across the celestial's face.

Just a shake of the head follows.

"I don't think it's selfish. I think sometimes, that you are a little bit obsessed with what you think is a selfish behaviour, which makes me wonder how that came to be. I think I ought have a look through the memories I have to figure out the root cause of it. Selfishness is egocentricity to the exclusion of anyone else's desire or need. You have only fleeting moments of that, but by and large my darling, you are quite /un/selfish, despite what you might think."

Lucifer has posed:
"Perhaps I should be your next experiment of sorts, once we're done with all of this on the vampires. I know you love me, and that is precisely why I trust you with delving into what makes the inner workings of my mind tick one way and not the other." Lucifer offers, turning on his side to better face Nathaniel for a moment. "But yes. I want one more night, here, with you...before we go spend some time in Hell." For many a various reason which he is surely looking forward to. "If only because, right now, I have another addiction of which I need to feed...."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister smiles. It's a sort of shy thing, in that it just blossoms and shrinks like a violet. He inhales though and at the apex of the breath, his eyes shift to blue-grey and his skin takes on a normal human tone, a little of the 'perfection' fading away to normal human imperfection. Nathaniel Essex, he still remembers all the time, what he used to be. Both hands take the devil's jaw and that affection is swift and urgent, peppering outward then drawn back to the center of all things.

"I can do that. Particularly as the creature comforts of life in this penthouse tend to be a little extra." Patting the bed with a glance askance, he chuckles, resting back and drawing the devil down to meet him.

Tomorrow is good enough. Tonight is occupied.