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This... this was Lucifer? The real Lucifer? The actual--

Fuck.

Blitzo's jaw dropped. He had just raised a hand to interject something when the man turned into a horse (and what a beautiful horse; all horses were perfect in Blitzo's eye, but that one was Perfect) with a snap of his fingers, and now the imp's hand fell back to his side very, very slowly, stunned. Because that hadn't just been casual shapeshifting. There was power there, real power, power that sizzled and crackled and left a tang on the air, that left no doubt about who or what this stranger was.

Running was probably a very good idea.

Maybe the only idea.

Blitzo was extremely tempted to do so, and even tensed up as he came out of his shock, preparing to do just that--but he stopped himself. If he ran now, when was he going to get another chance like this? To actually hang out with Lucifer? Who, as it turned out, was charismatic, friendly, intimidating, and a whole entire dangerous package all rolled up into one delightful little man? A delightful little man who could become a horse?

It was too late. Blitzo was already charmed. Hooked. Maybe enamored. Definitely going to get himself into hot water.

But, of course, he tried to play it cool. "Yeah," he said, and scratched at one of his horns way too casually, "I mean, sure. If you're offering, I uh, wouldn't mind spending some quality time with the biggest Daaaa-aaa..." Nope. No. Do Not. Do Fucking Not Call Lucifer Daddy. "Damned good um, leader. Like yourself."

Fuck. This was a train wreck. Not wanting to lose the opportunity, Blitzo put on a big grin and offered his hand.

"Let's try this again. Hi. I'm Blitzo, the O is silent. And I'd love to spend some time together. Working on any new creations or torments you'd like to show a big fan?"

It took a moment for Lucifer to register what Blitzo had said, but all of the sudden he doubled over laughing. "I can assure you that i'm the real thing, if there were any imposters you'd bet your ass I would have killed them already!"

With a snap of his fingers the demon turned himself into a beautiful horse.. minus the top hat before returning to his normal form.

"Buut if you do need a place to crash for a bit i'm sure I could find extra room somewhere." Lucifer was actually just avoid any of his responsibilities at the moment so in his mind this might just give him more time to shirk his duties.

"I don't exactly explore hell as much as I used to."

When Lucifer's grin took on that sharper edge, his eyes a more dangerous glint, Blitzo stepped closer. Because, you know, he was smart that way. Lucifer was magnetic, and while Blitzo usually had a pretty healthy desire to keep himself at least relatively safe, was there even any point in trying to resist this guy? Lucifer was their king. The very damned reason any of them even existed. And he was hot--that grip of his, that promise that he could crush Blitzo like an eggshell and not even notice, that was nice. It all added up to a problem Blitzo was going to try and ignore... but then again, he'd never claimed to be anything but thirsty trash.

This guy was the bee's knees--

So why did he seem awkward, maybe even a little bit ashamed, about this passion project? He was literally carrying the rubber ducky around with him. There was no way he didn't love that little thing. It was great! A rubber duck that spat aside? Talk about chaos in a cute, compact little bundle. Blitzo started to grin one of his more devilish, delighted little grins, before a sadder thought crossed his mind.

Why?

Why was Lucifer doing this? And why was he just out on the street alone? Why wasn't this guy surrounded in adoring fans, letting them stoke his pride?

"I'll trade you," he offered, and pulled out a little horse figurine. Just plastic, no acid or flames about it, and he loved the damn thing. But fuck, Lucifer seemed like he really needed attention, and sharing toys, making trades, that was a good way to start a friendship, right? A friendship doomed to fail, Blitzo thought, knowing his own propensity for self-destruction, but damn it, he wanted to try. So, he held the horse out on his palm, meeting Lucifer's eyes with a surprising (for him) amount of sincerity in his own. "You know. If you want. I kind of love horses. But that duck? Now that is cool."

Lucifer was ever entertained by their entire interaction so far, the grin on his face maybe just a tad sinister than before but it was still inviting more or less.

He'd never heard of Blitzo, though he was actually excited to get to know him, possibly make a friend that wasn't someone his daughter thought he'd get along with.

"So glad to meet you too! And no need to ever be formal with me either, Lucifer is just fine." He winked shaking Blitzo's hand, even though he was small he had one hell of a grip.

"I do have something!" His eyes lit up but then his expression changed for a split second to embarrassment. There was so way he was going to tell someone he's trying to impress about his fire breathing rubber duckies. Playing it off like something else crossed his mind.

"I uh am sorta helping my daughter with her hotel but that's for another time.." Now he was the one getting a little nervous before letting out a sigh. "I'll be honest, i'm just a little rusty when it comes to random torture." drumming his fingers on his hip as he spoke. "I make these.." pulling off his hat Lucifer pulled out a very deranged looking rubber duck that when squeezed shot out acid. "They'd work great for weapons if anyone would use em."

This was such a terrible idea. If he spent any more time than necessary with Lucifer, the guy was definitely going to catch on that Blitzo was a loser. He'd smite him, or end him, whatever Lucifer did when he handled things personally--but, fucking heaven, Blitzo didn't care. This was Lucifer. He was still not over that, and not over the fact that they were still talking. He hadn't just gotten a pat on the head, a smile, and some sort of canned repartee. Lucifer was talking to him.

"Uh, nope. Nowhere else to go," he said quickly, and took a small step closer. "And I like weapons. Shit, I kill people all the times. Weapons are great. Fancy weapons, basic weapons, improvised weapons, you know. You want me to kill babies? I'll kill babies. I'm a mercenary. It's my way of life!"

Why the fuck those words came out of his mouth, Blitz didn't know. But he did instantly regret it. He laughed awkwardly, shrugged, and said, "Uh, anyway! So you make trinkets and stuff? Creation, huh? You wanna show me? Cause I'd love to see. So how about you and I," he offered Lucifer his arm--what the fuck was he doing, offering Lucifer his arm??!--with a smile, "take a walk to your laboratory. Workshop. Whatever you call it, I'd love to see it."

This entire moment they were having wasn't what he expected but was having one hell of a time. Blitzo was a breath of fresh air in the deep pit of hell, it was nice to find comradery that wasn't from being afraid of him.

Lucifer's eyes had a slight sparkle in them when he saw the small horse figure, that was not expected but an amazing surprise in his mind. "Okay so I might be obsessed with trinkets like that, if you'd like I could show you some of the other prototypes, I do have non weaponized ones too so you might find something else you'd like for a trade." Lucifer was trying to be nonchalant, nervously rubbing the back of his neck thankful they seemed to be the only two around still. Not that he would mind them being seen together he just wouldn't want his new friend to be "scared" away.

Okay so he did have some ulterior motives but none that bad but he did love to create things from the likeness of his friends.

"Or if you have somewhere else to go I could join on the walk with you." Lucifer back peddles just in case that was way too quick and he was just being a bit of weirdo again.