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Lucifer	Saturday night was something Lucifer was actually looking forward to, and maybe with a bit too much anticipation for what the night might bring. Knowing how churches on Saturday work, he's all giddy with excitement at what wonderful prospects of issues and trouble he and his vampire companion can delight the church with. He even dresses for the occasion - to the nines - immaculate three piece suit of dark blood red with a black handkerchief in the left breast pocket. His shoes are a shiny black, his tie is black with red droplets scattered all over it. A look this way and that in the mirror before making sure his companion is ready to go. "Church isn't too far from here. They're likely still taking confessions now, with the actual ceremony starting in about an hour or so..."
Sinister	Sinister's attire is rather more cult classic than on point couture tonight -- a leather biker's jacket that he's actually just put on, rather than made, dark glasses, his hair left loose and rebel-without-a-cause gothic, white T-shirt, black jeans, black ankle boots with a spur buckle for no reason at all other than accessorizing and a whole lot of tattoo work that he simply manifested, in tribal designs across his knuckles and surrounding the cheekbone of his eyes in a crescent shape. He looks like he could be in just about any teenager vamp-drama that there is. "This might just be the most perverse thing we've done yet, you realize..." he murmurs as they head out to the car, not checking the mirrors a single time on the way. "I find myself giddy with the prospect of just how interesting this could get."
Lucifer	"It's only perverse because it's us...not that I'm complaining." Lucifer offers as they get in the car and he begins the short drive to the church. "I love that you're giddy. I am too. I haven't fucked with a church in quite some time, and never with a partner..." Soon as they're parked, Lucifer climbs out of the car and tugs on his attire as if to straighten it out. "I am half tempted to go in now and have the priest take my confession..." A hand lifts to tap his chin as he walks around to open the door for Sinister if the man hasn't climbed out of the car himself yet. "Otherwise, it's sit in the chapel and pray or whatever they do before Mass actually begins. So we could just do that..." Leading the way to the church doors, the massive cathedral is large and ornate - like it was plucked from Italy and placed here. It screams Catholic and old school. A few others are walking up as well, all dressed in their Sunday best to come and take communion, say their prayers and listen to a priest yell at them.
Sinister	The devil actually looks like he could fit in, with a modicum of humility applied to that outfit. Sinister definitely doesn't - his clothing screams biker chapel if anything and he looks up at the gothic structure from the passenger's seet with a small, half-smile half-sneer emerging on his lips. The sunglasses are slid to the bridge of his nose as he peers over the top of them and up to Lucifer as the door is opened for him, stepping out and standing tall with it. An old italian-looking lady that had many a happy family meal judging by the girth of her waist gives them both a suspicious look and Essex can't seem to help himself, leaning in to kiss the devil square on the lips. The little 'Oh!' and cursing in italian was worth it. "Do you kiss your grandchildren with that mouth, mother?" is called after her, clicking his tongue after and sliding the glasses up flush with his face. "Confession might get things going a bit too quickly, I suspect. Best to guage the feel of the bully in the pulpit first."
Lucifer	Lucifer is a bit surprised by that sudden kiss, but he returns it smoothly. The reaction they get from the woman has him chuckling as Sinister calls after her. With a shake of his head, as they make it to the doors, he opens them for Sinister and perhaps a few others who give him a sort of *look* before shuffling their way into the church. "Also, you're no fun. You should see the look on the face of those I confess to..." He grins and then their first hurdle appears. This church is so old school they have a basin of what should be holy water just inside the hallway that leads to the chapel itself. Lucifer moves to dip his fingers into the water - a soft sizzling sound heard and if one looks, the water around his fingers is actually simmering. He's quick about it though and signs the cross on his chest with the whole idea of 'blending in' before watching Sinister - perhaps seeing if the man tries and what happens should he do so.
Sinister	"Oh, I'm plenty of fun, but I'd want to set up to watch that and take it on a day when there's not a full congregation..." Sinister's reply is quiet, respectful of the hallowed ground, if not actually the ministry itself. There's no hesitancy over him crossing the threshold though, nor of him looking about slowly at the oppulence that tends to be old-school catholicism; idolatry wrapped up in brick and mortar and forbidden by the clergy. Do as we say, not as we do. Something about it makes his cheeks suck in and his jaw square, watching the sizzle of the water with a dart of eyebrow. Did anyone else see that? At the parishoners does he look, seeing if any noticed. A young woman is looking particularly wide-eyed at what she can't quite believe she saw there and so, there's a flash of a too-white smile with sharp canines sent her way as he dips his own fingers in the font elegantly enough, a movement to jenuflect before taking a seat, near the back of the church, but close to the aisle; that aisle seat he saves for Lucifer, just in case dramatics take the devil's heels it would be so much less so if he had to go 'Aha! ...excuse me, pardon me, yes, sorry, coming through' on his way to making a statement.
Lucifer	"Ah, but see the real wonder is if any of my siblings are going to take it upon themselves to join. Might be stirring some heads up above you know. Me? On Holy Ground?" Lucifer chuckles then, while a younger male sort of looks the two of them up and down a moment before taking his own seat. He sits as well, in the spot that Sinister left for him. A little wiggle then before he looks left and right, then shifts to kneel on the little kneeling bench on the ground and lowers his head. This is how the usual people talk to his dad right?
Sinister	It is, indeed. Prostrate and obeisant. Sinister looks up at the dias though as Lucifer kneels, his attention fixed on the stain glass. The shape of images depicted there; a lamb amongst the thorns, angels, all of whom have white wings and beatific expressions on thier faces. His nose wrinkles, as hands come up onto the pew infront of himself, bringing fingertips together and sharp, sharp nails point to point against their partners. Slow, his attention shifts to the young man further down the pew from them and he tilts his head in challenge, peering over the top of his sunglasses with a glint of red showing, before he looks away. "If they show up, it will be a tricky situation, I'm sure. But infinitely interesting-- I have dim recollection of attending a midnight mass once. Around christmas time... and I remember wondering why you had to go through a ridiculous amount of kneeling, standing, sitting again, repetition... echoing..." he shakes his head a little. "Catholicism. Anglican was rather more tea with the vicar and strangely lack-lustre sermons that usually ended up with a service announcement from the local women's institute."
Lucifer	"The only time you can really get a faithful person down on their knees... otherwise it's likely just practice for the altar boys..." Lucifer comments and then shifts to sit in his seat once more. "News flash. Dad isn't answering the phone. Sometimes I wonder if he ever does. I mean surely he's not having a billion conversations at a time. Makes me think how picky he is. Like... maybe right now he's still talking to Sheila in Montana, or Liam in Manchester." He offers this much, putting his thinking face on as a couple walks in. He smiles, then lets his face flash from Monster to Man, but he doesn't seem to bat an eye. Sinister, you may want to double check if you're really the monster here or not. Grin.
Sinister	Sinister's ears prick -- it's not sounds he's hearing though, as he observes the general effect on the atmosphere that's occuring right now. He saw, mostly as he'd sensed intent a moment before it occured; he really is VERY difficult to surprise most of the time. There's a soft gasp from down the pew as the young man noticed something ... off and the nearest ear twitches to try and point that way, but it's still mostly human shaped and can't move like that. Or was it the gleam of red eye that the youth saw? -- "It could be he simply isn't wanting to give you the satisfaction..." Sin frowns at the flash of the monster inside or more, its effect. He looks slowly over the congregation, where a sussuration of mutters and whispers are occuring and the hands on the pew infront go from fingertip to fingertip to flat and holding the edge with a soft series of clicks as the fingernails touch down. "Something is happening, Samael, but I'm not exactly sure what it is. It feels like... the stirring of sheep to a predator that they can't see."
Lucifer	"I mean...isn't that what church is all about? No one has ever seen God, they simply put their faith in the idea that He exists..." Samael offers, then glances around at the growing congregation before his eyes shift to the front. To the pew where the most faith-filled sit and watch the man at the pulpit himself brings down the word from most high. Or...that's what the general idea is. Sermons have been spoken about the Devil being among them. In all the ways that sin makes its appearance, and it's all figurative. Who knew that there would be a time when the Devil was truly among them. Literally. In the flesh. Can you feel it, Father? The evil that lurks within your chuch? It's interesting isn't it? Build up the faith and yet I can walk right through your front door. "That might also be just the faith and the building causing a reaction to you... this is what we're here to mostly find out right? If religious faith actually affects you?"
Sinister	"Yes. But so far, it's not. I don't know if that's to do with belief or focus. I could set foot on hallowed ground easily, the holy water did not burn. But belief shapes reality, they don't really know that they ought to be focusing," Sinister listens to words preached, wrinkles his nose as the prayers spoken in latin, which next to nobody in here will understand, but he an Lucifer both do. "In nomine padre et filli et spiritus sancti..." he mutters as he shakes his head and rises from his seat, interrupting the words from the priest who looks on in consternation, but carries on. A man standing is nothing. But then, the man rises from the floor with a gesture of his hands parallel to the floor, palm up and fingers curled and Sinister floats to the center of the aisle, landing and with his hands tucking into the small of his back, advances down toward the altar, tabernacle, pulpit and priest, in amidst a stir of mutters and echoes from the amassed humanity. "Excuse me sir?" from the priest, who sounds irritated but also confused. "You are excused," Sinister replies without looking. "If you had someplace you had to be, don't let me stop you." He stares at the golden cross on the altar, the white cloth, the cup, the bowl to be transmogrified from wafer to flesh. "I always wondered why there was a rather morbid association with christianity. Why do you engage in ritual cannibalism -every- sunday? And every other holy day?" This seems to be directed at the priest himself. "Is there a -good- answer, Father?"
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks, but then grins as Sinister rises up and walks the aisle to address the priest standing there. Who had just given them all a sermon while likely sweating around the collar. Likely still sort of sweating in his irritated confusion as he's approached and questioned in such a way. After a moment, he stands as well, adjusting his tie and tugging on his clothes to shift and walk down the aisle himself. Approaching until he's at Sinister's side, where he stops and watches. "That's a very good question. I've sometimes wondered that myself. Of course, I wouldn't really want to ritualize cannibalism of someone who spent fourty days being baked in the desert, but there you go..." Samael speaks, a flash of something in his eyes as he looks to the priest for a lingering moment. Then there's another, more atmospheric flash of lightning from outside and a boom of thunder after. Is the shadow of Samael his winged self? Likely.
Sinister	That sussuration of murmur from the congregation and looks of afront are ramping up, some look angry, some just confused, others yet are intrigued, as this makes for a more eventful evensong than they usually get. There's always one or two in a crowd, right? "...the last supper dictates the ritual transubstantiation of our lord, to..." begins the priest. "Ah, yes. Your lord. To me, a lord is a landowner with considerable ancestral rights to screw you over. Property dictates power. Proprietary property I suppose, dictates salvation?" Sinister asks the priest, who just looks dumbfounded, as the lightning strikes nearby just in time for Sin to look over the top of his glasses to witness the shadow of wings. He smiles. "Well, well," Sinister gestures to his companion. "Your prayers might have had an effect," slowly, he takes off his glasses and tucks them in an inner pocket, looking at the priest who gasps at the bloody red eyes, then abjures with the sign of the cross, when Sin smiles and drops the fangs. There's quite a number more gasps then. "Now you're going to face a bit of a condundrum father. Get thee behind me fiend? Or get thee behind me Satan? Which ones are we going to go with?" He reaches out then and lays his palm on the golden cross on the altar, to a cry of 'No!' from one woman, sitting near that older italian lady, who is muttering prayers in italian. Amazingly, Sinister's hand does NOT catch fire and he takes up the crucifix, turning it in his palm with a smile. "Very nice work. Has some heft."
Lucifer	Lucifer turns his attention to the woman who cried 'No!', and gives her a wayward little smile. "What do you think he's going to do with that crucifix? Bludgeon the priest on the head? Please. We're not here to cause mass violence and murder." He offers this and then turns back to take a step forward, "But maybe make you and your congregation think a bit..." More lightning flashes, thunder rumbles and Samael glances towards the ceiling. "Are you upset old man? Get over it." Eyes finally befalling upon the priest and he takes another step forward. "Come on. You do it all the time... Get thee behind me foul creature! Heathen! Serpent! Devil!..." He offers. "Laying yourself at the mercy of the single most vengeful invisible creature I've ever had the misfortune of knowing..." Another step forward then, he still grins, and then he turns to face the people right when lightning flashes and before them stands the winged shadow of Samael Lucifer himself.
Sinister	So, in the midst of this, there's a cosmic conundrum happening, for those that are sensitive to the feel of faith. It both swells and declines like water in a trough that has been sloshed about -- moving from one side, the well depletes, moving to the other, it swells up and threatens to overflow. And yet in another place, a seed is germinated of faith in something -else-. Those one or two, whose doubt in the dogma becomes belief in something other entirely. A few in the center of the aisles get up and flee. There's a shout or two, a few faces filled with the fervour and tears of prayer. A few husbands hug their wives and children in little clusters of clinging. And up at the front, Sinister puts the cross back exactly where he got it from, smoothing the edge. "GET OUT!" Yells the priest, pointing imperiously at the doors "Leave my church, immediately!" Still not entirely faithful. Well, that's not really all that much of a surprise in this day and age, that priests do not always believe thier own hype. Are there any here that actually believe? True faith is not a common thing any more. Looking at Lucifer with his head tipped to the side and a fond smile, Sinister clucks his tongue. "Speaking of things that would look good in a haunted house..." he gestures open palmed to the devil, then reaches a hand to rest upon the man's shoulder, stood at a right-angle to him. But one man in this crowd, an older fellow with silver hair and an eastern european look to him, is watching all of this with a stern look in brown eyes, one hand clutched to the simple wooden cross at his breast.
Lucifer	"Now see. How is that very nice? The people run out screaming at the idea of myths and monsters coming to life and yet... all you did was ask a question." Lucifer says this much and then glances up to the priest. "And you. Telling us to get out. When we bring up points that I very well think you and your flock should consider... you point at ME and scream demon and heathen... yet there isn't a single person in this room who could have cast the first stone. Not even me." Sinister catches his attention for a moment, and yet the Devil looks confused. "Did someone mention haunted house?" Asking this before he looks up and over to the one man in the crowd who just looks, stares, watching. Lucifer holds up a finger to Sinister in that 'wait a minute' sort of way before slowly approaching this man. Not too close - mind - but close enough. "Why did you stay behind?"
Sinister	The old man watches the approach, casting an eye to Sinister still by the altar and the priest and back. Whilst Sinister shakes his head and gestures vaguely at the priest, who ends up looking rather confused, leaving his pulpit to go and herd his sheep outside, feed them some kind of story perhaps... the old man smiles grimly. It's croatian he speaks, but Lucifer can understand that easily. "You do not run from the things you don't understand. When you do that, the tank crushes you, or the gun shoots you from behind. I keep my eyes on these things. I wonder at them. Why you are here," he gestures around the church bushy brows drawing over thin nose and thinner cheeks. The man has seen hardships in his life and they've left their mark on him. "If you want the answers to the questions you ask, you would go to more knowledgeable than us. So I keep my eye and stand my ground, because what you do not understand can still hurt you."
Lucifer	Lucifer taps his chin again, and he can see the marks of the man's life on him - perhaps a bit more than that. "You are wise in your years. I just like to stir up debates every so often. Apparently this congregation didn't want to play. Do not worry. We will remove ourselves." Perhaps a little bit humbled by the man who didn't budge, but not because he didn't move and more because he didn't seem overly angry or upset. He moves then to walk back to Sinister's side. "What more shall we do here?"
Sinister	Sinister glances to the church front, the stained glass and back slowly to the old man Lucifer spoke to. "I will attend the people being calmed by the priest momentarily. But... a moment..." he doesn't brush Lucifer aside, but trails a hand down his arm as he advances to the old croatian. He looks the man up and down, watches where he holds that simple cross and reaches out to him. The old man doesn't move, but does stiffen, his arthritic knuckles, earned by years of hard work, tighten around the object of his faith and Sinister's hand hestitates, with a look of surprise dawning. He nods to the old fellow, who loses none of his calm gaze. "You know what I am," he says in passable croatian and the old fellow nods. "We also do not look away from the things we -do- understand." "I see." And THEN, he moves to leave, giving Lucifer a smile as he heads outside. What transpires out there, is nothing short of him staring a good deal at the congregation and then a lot of chatter about sudden thunderstorms and unexpected powercuts.
Lucifer	There's a moment taken as he watches Sinister move towards the old man, that moment of knowing between the two. A brief discussion in the man's chosen tongue. Then Sinister is leaving, and Lucifer is none too far behind him. Getting outside, watching the priests (because there's always more than one) trying to calm the crowd who then speak on freak storms and such, well, he has to smirk just a tiny bit. "I might be in a bit of trouble for this one..." He whispers to Sinister and then shifts to turn and make way towards his car. People point, criticize, speaks words of banishment and question intent. He's SO EVIL! How COULD HE?! But they all fall on ears that have taken worse tongue lashings in the eons he's lived through. At his car he turns and leans back against the hood, lighting up a cigarette, and watching the scene unfold further. The skies are clear once again. He gives a shrug and just waits.
Sinister	Sinister frowns up at the heavens though he doesn't slow his steps. He catches up with Lucifer shortly after the Angel reaches the car and leans back on Sophie. He too, does so. Idly, he fishes his own smokes out and leans in to Lucifer's lit one, to spark off the cherry. A few puffs are taken in idle and silent contemplation, his arms folded loose over his chest, fag just dangling. "I couldn't touch him. So, I suppose that I can check faith works, off my list. Although, I don't believe as Vlad does, or did, once... so I imagine that the ability comes from a different source than..." he flicks eyes up at the heavens and back down, looking sidelong to the devil. "You ok?" And abruptly, he's grunting, unfolding his arms and swatting vigorously at his left chest and over his neck. The tattoo that was placed upon him, fizzles and burns up before Lucifer's eyes. It leaves no mark on that pale flesh though.
Lucifer	"Ah. Well. I don't think it was ever faith from Vlad himself... as I can confirm he doesn't have belief in any solid Christian foundation... so I think it's the faith of the person. Pure faith. Which makes the difference..." Lucifer offers in explanation before taking another puff off his cigarette. "Hmm? Yeah, I'm alright..." He begins to answer before Sinister begins to swat at his chest, shifting to look just in time to see that tattoo once there fizzle and burn up and away from the man. There's no mark in it's wake but it causes Lucifer to blink a couple of times. "Are you alright?" Asking this, reaching to touch where the tattoo was and then he wonders about the other Sinister at home in bed. He didn't think the clone would have the same mark, but you learn something new every day. "Lets get back home and...I want to see something...which I would do here but..." He gestures. Not in front of a crowd. Climbing back into Sophie then to make the quick trip home.
Sinister	Sinister frowns, but does not argue. He stands, a quick vault and twist in the air, aided by telekinesis (but it looks cool) sliding into the passenger seat and buckling up. He rubs at tender flesh beneath his T-shirt, looking down at something he never was able to see, which now is no longer there. The night air whips at clothing and hair as they head back. "I think so. It felt like something hot, whipped over me." He explains, or tries to, scratching idly with sharp nails. But he knows what people say was there.
Lucifer	"I feel..." Lucifer pauses, talking while he's driving. "I am glad we figured out the religious vicosity you can endure...just..." Something within him doesn't really feel...joyous. He really feels like he did a bad thing back there. It's messing with his mind a little bit is all. None the less, they pull into the parking lot of Lux, he tosses keys to the valet after opening Sinister's door and then motions towards a side entrance that takes them immediately upstairs and to the elevator that then leads to the penthouse. It helps Lucifer avoid the crowds of the club. "I want to see if it's still tattooed on your other body." He offers as they reach the penthouse proper and he'll stalk to the bedroom to check just that.
Sinister	Sinister's pale lips part, a query held back and not shared as he follows Lucifer on his mission to review the data. It isn't like he could deny such a thing and remain himself, so he follows the devil's heels, a silent, undead shadow. Into the elevator, up into the penthouse, through the halls, into the bedroom. There he lies, beneath the sheets, his expression gentle in repose. He is a handsome man, probably kinder in slumber than he looks most of the time in wakeful moments. His hair fans a little on the pillow, skin pristine and lacking in any outside influence. The mark is gone. But was it a curse, as he thought it was, or a blessing?
Lucifer	Lucifer sees that the mark is gone and he sort of frowns while giving a tilt of his head. A shift of his gaze to vampire Sinister just before turning to face him properly. "Have you been able to grow the wings? I can't remember. If so...can you try now?" Cause while there were only a few things that came out of that whole ordeal, the wings were fairly significant either way. No, Sinister didn't need them, but they look cool! Course, Lucifer seems to be sort of calculated in how he asks. Like he's trying to hold back a range of emotions for the sake of finding out some things. As if that would change which emotions are allowed and where he puts them. Or something. If one can read such a mind as his (which Sin can) they'll get that feeling from him without question.
Sinister	"I haven't tried. I suppose I assumed your presumption was correct, in that I do not have the splice in this body," Sinister replies, frowning as he looks over at the incumbent in the bed. His eyes get a little glow to them, but it is the lambency of blood red, not anything else. "I ... don't actually know if this is a clone from the current him, or an older one. I'm not letting myself know." He shakes his head a little, then glances behind himself for a moment, then back at Lucifer. He flexes his shoulders... and nothing happens. He tries again, but the result is the same.
Lucifer	Lucifer frowns a little at the first thought that comes from the clone and then sighs as the clone attempts to grow wings but...nothing happens. He shakes his head and after a moment finally suggests, "Would you mind switching to this other form...so he can try..." Knowing that there are likely more experiments to be had but now there's a sort of worry that something else might be going wrong. There isn't much more to really say in the moment so he waits.
Sinister	Sinister opens his mouth, but then his eyes go glazed over and he takes a couple of steps back, some of the light going out of his eyes as he stands there. After a moment or two, his lips skin back, the fangs showing with a hiss that's feral. Less human, more bestial. At the same time, there's a mumble from the bed and a grunt as Sinister sits up, lifting both hands to his face to give a vigorous rub. After this, he side-eyes his clone, with one eye closed and the other squinty. A gesture is made with one hand, backing the vampire off. Resistance occurs, but there's a more ferocious stare from the true Sinister and the clone backs off more steps, still hissing. The 'real' Sin rolls his feet off the side of the bed, stretches and twists, left, then right, getting several cracks and pops out of his spine and stands, moving around the bed in all his unclothed glory and an unfortunate amount of foot-slappyness, lacking in grace as he moves to his body double. A finger is waved under the clone's nose and it's significant when seeing the two stood up and together. He's significantly taller than his doppleganger of undeath, by a couple of inches. Another hiss, albeit this one silent and just a baring of fangs, comes from the clone and Sinister turns to Lucifer, blinking owlishly and then quicker as he attempts to get his brain and eyeballs in gear. A finger is lifted, eyes closing.... Then he flexes his shoulders and FWOOSH, wings appear. The same red-fringed black feathered fellows that Lucifer is familiar with. Only no tattoo. Do these wings call to the Angel that prompted them to form as they did before?
Lucifer	Lucifer watches as the 'real' Sin and his clone sort of battle it out for a moment. Though he wonders if that was just for Sinister to get his bearings or something else entirely. Still, he does also take note of some significant differences between one Sin and the other. Height being one, and perhaps now he notices the features being different. The 'real' Sin having that more chiseled and yet soft look - as he had sort of been given the suave features of the Devil after injecting himself with that splice of celestial. When the wings appear, Samael actually puts a hand on his chest and looks altogether relieved. "Well...at least we now know the tattoo wasn't really tied to anything I guess?" He asks this and then steps over to Sinister, leaning in to nuzzle against him. "Sorry. I just feared the worst...for some reason...so I had to know..." Offering those words and then he kisses Sin's cheek. "Otherwise, I think things have been going well. You've seemed pleased with the outcomes already in some instances..."
Sinister	The real Sinister's genome went through alteration based on the genetic code it now held, which was significantly different enough to shape his physical form; tailor a little more of something -else- into the way he looked. Just as he'd gleaned native american features from Thunderbird, so he gleaned celestial refinement from Lucifer. That poor clone didn't get that which he is jealous of and keeps exclusively to himself. What he gleaned from the Courier doesn't really leave a mark, because of it's very nature. You can't really look like something that HAS no look, because you took its genes. No go. Nope. But because of the Courier, he could be Miss Sinister, as the Courier was a woman named Jacqueline, rather than the man he was born as. With a yawn, because he can't help himself, Nathaniel nods, looking down at Lucifer as the devil steps close, encircling him with arms and bringing him close to make other just-woke-up mumbles into scalp, instead. "What did you expect was to have happened? That I would somehow be unmade?"
Lucifer	"You know, when you put it that way, that you were somehow unmade... that makes it sound quite ridiculous in nature. And yet, that was pretty much what I had feared. That I had pissed off someone enough they somehow managed to revoke the celestial things you gained." Lucifer admits while being snuggled close to his Sinister. "Doesn't help that something within me is stirring, like I've suddenly gotten a conscience about going and wrecking churches. In a whole, it's not THEIR fault they have or don't have faith in him. So why make a spectacle?" It's here that he gently pulls back, lifts his blue gaze to meet Sinister's own reds and he smiles. "I love you. I don't think I've spoken those words to your other, and I am not sure why. Maybe I'm just being an utter idiot this whole week. Might need to go spend some proper time in Hell and remind myself of who I am." He chuckles then, cause he knows he'd take Sinister with him for shits and grins. "Anyway, these moments now aren't mine but yours. How are you feeling over all?"
Sinister	Sinister's arms enfold closer, wrapping up in warmth and adding the wings to the mix too, for a true bubble of comfort. "I can understand why you might think that way. But I didn't do the tattoo to myself. I did do the wings, or rather, they're the side effect of something that wasn't in his hands. I suppose it could've been possible. All things are possible. But given that Jehovah is distinctly lacking in the common garden miracle department, I don't really think it was going to be likely. Honestly," he pauses, then just shakes his head "...I don't know why it was even there. Maybe to mark me so I'm easily spotted by the right crowd, but now? Maybe I've moved passed the radar. Or maybe Azrael undid whatever someone did to mark me and make me easy to find." Pause, beat. "I think... you've outgrown biting your thumb though. That may just be the crux of it -- you're better than that and he still... reacted. So. Natural you might have thought..." Looking down, there's a tilt of his head, a look up at the Beast held at Bay, who snarls as he gazes at it. He tilts his head the other way. "Bad dog. No treat for you. <<Sit>>..." which prompts the vampire clone to do just that and sit down, abruptly and angrily. "My beloved... do you suppose it's perhaps, because you know it's not me. Just me running behind the wheel? Not that I mind a hellish moment or two, but we still don't know if I can really exist there, longterm. Or even short term. And on the contrary, the experience is shared, only the data mining is mine. I think it's been quite valuable, overall. Certainly in temperament guaging, basic instinctual behaviours, hallmarks in neuroscience, a bunch of other things. And the experience itself..." he gazes at the feral creature. "...it is a challenge. I find I rather like myself on the edge of a knife, at times. Maybe I will be able to channel that visceral dangerousness when it's important to do so."
Lucifer	Oh the comfort of arms and wings is a lovely thing, when the bubble is held onto while talks are had. After a moment he does give a nod of his head and finally smiles. "That makes sense. Maybe I have grown. Maybe being here on Earth has taught me a thing or two. Humility being one of them. Sure I was cast down, but there was a good reason behind it. Good intentions. Which are what pave the road to Hell anyway." He chuckles then. "I think it was just a lot at once, and I got a little side tracked in all of my thoughts. I'm fine now. Honest." Then the topic turns to what he has and hasn't said and done with the clone. Sure they've literally slept together, and he's kept the clone fed at times. But at the end of it all, the way Sinister explains it makes some sense. "Right, but it's still a clone of you. So in some ways it's a part of you, but I don't feel any emotional attachment to the clone. Not like I feel towards you and all the things you are." He offers this much and then looks at the clone sitting on the floor practically gnawing at the bit and foaming at the mouth. "Is the vampire hungry or something? I'm surprised it's acting this way when, while you have control, it seems so collected..."
Sinister	Sinister's wings part enough that he can fold them loosely, still providing a shadow and the warmth of them proxy, looking at the vampire. He narrows eyes a little, inhales, then exhales. "Erm. It's because I'm not in there. I'm all in here, with just a little bit of me holding the leash..." he gestures with a loose wave of a hand then adjusts, bringing Lucifer to his right hand side, arm still very much around, but now they can both regard it. "It has no higher mind. All it is, is instinct without me at the helm and what it wants is to drink. You. Me. And then whatever it can get its hands on, all through the night, until it saught refuge for the day." He glances at Lucifer sidelong, then admits quietly "ALso, the way I went about having this experiment conducted was specific in its design. I was there, as was the clone, in the creation moment. My body has been where you could constantly keep an eye on it, all throughout. Had I separated myself from the situation, you might have felt a little different toward me, when wearing that body. I made sure it was significantly different enough from me, that it wouldn't cause problems when we had to terminate it."
Lucifer	"Ah see, that makes sense. Right now it knows nothing but the primal instinct of a vampire, which is pretty much the monster side of such existence..." Lucifer offers, looking to the clone for a moment longer while he leans into Sinister just a bit as the man keeps an arm wrapped around him. "Makes you wonder how Vlad would be if there wasn't a conscious mind at the helm of him either...and for being older...he might be even worse than the clone is. Plus, there's no one on the other end of a leash able to tell him to Sit. Stay. Good boy." Then Sinister is explaining his intentional set up for this whole experiment in a way to not give Lucifer an emotional connection to the clone. Especially since, eventually, the clone will have to be terminated. "I think I appreciate that more than you might realize. But then until now I almost feared the opposite. That you might be hurt some how that I did not have such an attachment to one of your clones of you. Mostly because you were controlling the clone, so it was you at the helm...but I can't see it as you. Not fully. You know?" Then he takes a breath. "When this is all done, I think we'll need a good vacation."
Sinister	Sinister lifts his left hand up, a little touch to Lucifer's chin and a warm smile from a face normally prone to cold and well... Sinister. Nathaniel Essex still exists deep down inside the monster he made himself, after all. He wrinkles his nose with it. "Might just know you a measure, my Prince." And took the devil's emotions into account. Made it easier. Knew how it might play out. Took precautions. He looks to the monster on its leash and nods. "The first night I wore that body, it was one of the first things I admitted, was that my respect for the man had gone up by a vast amount. It's hard. I am... almost inclined to let you feel how it feels, so we can /all/ know. But I don't know if that would be a brilliant or terrible thing. And that would -definitely- be something we both need a vacation from afterwards." He clucks his tongue. "Should I put myself back in there?"
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks once. Then again. And finally a third time. "Never really was all too curious about it until you started this experiment. I am just not entirely sure if we should play around with such things. Vlad is...particular...but if he were to visit and give his blessing..." He tilts his head. It could happen, but he ultimately has to take everyone's thoughts and feelings into account. "Still... it is tempting..." And those eyes are filled with the curiosity and wonderment of a child. As Sinsiter asks if he should put himself back in there, Lucifer almost hesitates a moment. "Mmn, I suppose you should. Can't keep the experiment waiting for too long." This and he offers a kiss to Sinister and a whispered, "I love you." Before, perhaps, stepping back and waiting for the switch to take place.
Sinister	Temptation. Yes, of course. There's that. Tempt the tempter? A new sensation that he's never had before. Seed planted, another clone that hasn't been through a lot of physical exercize to get it up to snuff, will be grown. Just in case. And if not, it can always be a spare. Sinister simply nods. "And I you," the kiss returned, he hestitates long enough to draw the devil against himself again and enfold one more time, with warm body and warm wings, before he releases and goes to lie down, this time on his front, with his wings as a big black blanket over that half of the bed. And in no way as a reminder and a reassurance. Nope. He didn't put them away for a good reason and that much is obvious. And so the light comes back on in the eyes of the crouched and sitting beast at heel and animation freezes on his features, head drops, throat is cleared and he sits back on his heels, a tense trigger finger ready to squeeze at any moment. The fangs go away and he licks his lips, eyes closing and takes a few moments just to resettle everything before he stands up slowly. "That instinct rises up quickly and does not like to go back down in a hurry. Am I composed?" eyes open and the feral is still haunting the shape of his lids, but they do look a lot more conscious and calm. "Observations, my dear?"
Lucifer	Lucifer watches for a moment after that returned kiss and words, as the warmth leaves him and Sinister moves to lie on the bed. On his stomach. With those wings still out. That causes Lucifer to give a smile and a chuckle before he turns his attention to the beast at bay. As it comes back to life and Sinister takes the reigns, he tilts his head one way and then the other before stepping up to the clone. The vampire. "You seem composed enough... but I wonder if there is a hunger lurking that you haven't caught onto yet. I also do not know what I am supposed to be reporting as observations. You are scary when you are just a shell. I mean, I wasn't really scared but I could see how you could scare most people." A smirk then. "You'd make an excellent Halloween decoration..." As he's talking, he's made a slit into his wrist and soon brings that about an arms length away from the man, rivulets of crimson running down his arm and he watches. Perhaps waiting.
Sinister	"Oh, would I now?" There's a stillness, as there so often is, the gaze fixed on Lucifer's face, until it isn't any more and is firmly on the wrist. Infinitessimally small, is the increase in tension, the flare of nostrils less so. "By the by," his hands go to fists at his side, then slowly go to the small of his back. "The haunted house reference was all to do with the comment on the first night, when I could sense where you were, on the other side of the wall, and gave you the heebie jeebies. Your lightning wingflare was much the same. Quid pro: You'd do well in a haunted house, too." Then he approaches, goes down upon one knee and brings his hands about, white daggerpoints in both his palms where he induced pain, to keep control... though there is no bleeding. The wrist is taken, cradled in both palms and lifting, he brings his mouth to the wound, kisses it twice before covering the injury fully with lips and drinking. The quickening is nearly instantaneous, as humble and careful movements become holding forearm steady as a vice, sip-swallowing, worrying the wound with tongue, jaw widening and tensing, before penetration. The purring sound deep in his throat can be heard.
Lucifer	"The heebie jeebies only came when you were staring directly at the camera at me...but yes. I am sure the theatrics of this night could do well in a haunted house themselves.." And Lucifer will neither confirm or deny if he's made an appearance just because he could. He watches the reaction to the blood seeping from his wrist, how control is attempted but likely won't last. Which is proven in the next moment as Sinsister falls to his knees and takes the offered arm. Cradling it with both hands before he leans into lick, to taste. Something about the moment seems...thrilling...in a sense. A shiver courses through the Devil's body as that tongue plays over the wound and a few drinks are lapped up before fangs pierce skin. His head rolls back just a bit as a soft moan comes from him. Something about the whole moment is alluring, seductive, and empowering. His free hand shifts, fingers running through the clone's hair for a moment.
Sinister	The pet vampire. It really is a bit like that, give him treats, pat him when he's good, because at the end of the day, he is a play thing between the experimental moments. A toy, and a dangerous one, but such things are all relative. The purr becomes a sub-vocal growl -- on his knee, bent and subservient to the need to feed; and this is the only source of this particular delight that will ever willingly allow itself to be tapped. There is a -great deal- to feel powerful about. Vampire Sin leaves the wrist, panting though he has no need, sniffing, though he does need such to smell and drags himself up and along the arm he holds, the constrictor serpent strength up and over as he straightens and presses in, fangs coming to throat and ... hesitating with a whining sound. He is frozen, for reasons unknown. "Not... weird at all... do vampires have sex?"
Lucifer	Yes. Good boy. But don't take too much or the mortal shell will go a bit wayward and Lucifer doesn't want that just yet. So when the wrist is released, the wound heals on its own, and then he feels the vampire drag himself up. That constrictor serpent motion and strength pressed, and in no place is there a soft point for Lucifer. He even inhales as she feels those fangs come to his throat, but then pause and that next question is asked. "...I have had sex with a vampire...I believe that those with their wits still about them can enjoy such pleasures..." Words whispered softly. "...Is that something you desire?..."
Sinister	"I really don't know," The admittance comes almost irritatedly. The grip doesn't lessen, but it roams, trying the shape of things on for a moment or two then with another growl, he pulls back, holding Lucifer's arms as he looks almost angrily at the handsome face infront of him. "ALight. I'm putting this sucker to bed for a bit. I have zero libido. All I want to do is suck and not in the fun way." He throws his hands up then, takes a step back and stares down at himself. "Better than a damn shower in ice water!" It's kind of funny really, watching him stomp on off to the lock-up and chain himself into place. Well. And then facedown Sinister on the bed is giggling into the pillow. "Ok, that was just strange. Sex drive is partially instinct, along with attraction and I suspect the clone is way too young to think about more than food. It would probably be different in a two-way biting scenario, but that was just weird. THe back of my mind got all petulant." He chuckles as he struggles up onto his elbows, amusment dripping off of him.
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks. Then again. Then once more. Especially as the clone pulls back and sulks off to lock himself up. That causes him to actually chuckle as he turns to look at Sinister face down in the bed, laughing as well. "I mean I suppose in some ways that's entirely fair...I also am not sure..." If he could actually give in to the clone if the clone had such desires. That might have required a concubine or prostitute. Still...he watches the man in bed for one moment...two...and then...