Faye, in Hell.

[7twistedwishes]

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On the other side of the door...

Hell...

No, no fire and brimstone. A large room, half living room, half office, tastefully decorated and furnished. Thick carpet, a big couch, several recliners, an old-style desk, bookshelves, filing cabinets... and a computer too.

Classical music plays in the background and the delicate scent of incense hangs in the air.

"Welcome dear, welcome to my house. Enter freely and of your own free will! Go safely when you must, and leave something of the happiness you bring!"

The Devil steps aside to let Faye enter.

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[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Then what do you want? What's the point?" Faye is frustrated; she spent all this time with Lucifer, feeling like she was bonding with her, and now, this!

[7twistedwishes]

"Sorry. I just can not promise it will be easy. Or that I will be fair. Or nice. I have little dignity left, and very little good, just enough for my punishment to feel worse."

She looks down at her scarred wrists. "If tomorrow you decide this is an elaborate trick, if you start to hate and despise me, if you..."

"I will not blame you."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"I can't promise that I'll be easy to deal with. I watched my father kill myself. The man I'm interested in is dating my best friend and boss. I'm just now remembering all of those little societal niceties that make people bearable in public.

"I'm willing to try if you are."

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"I fell in love. But he is in love with another. And he fears me." She looks down at her scarred hands. "And I can not have him, so I try to hep him be happy. With her."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"You and I are such similar creatures...." she murmurs. "I don't know what that says about me..."

[7twistedwishes]

"That you are human, and I am too human for my own good?" The laugh is bitter. The devil shifts position, growling, the cold metal of the manacles biting on her skin.

"I wonder how people would react if they knew why I am a shameless slut..." Because few things make the pain go away and Milliways does not let her indulge in Wrath.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She smiles bitterly. "Because it takes the pain away. Because it's more fulfilling than fighting a wooden mannequin. Because feeling hurts, damn it, and fucking's a good way to make it stop."

Faye is watching herself begin to walk down the slut road, and she understands it entirely.

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"I don't have feelings. Not enough to feel much. I am hollow inside, I am Wrath. Indulging is the only thing that makes me not melt Earth to slag and boil the seas." She is half-mad with pain and despair and...

She is the perfect caretaker of Hell.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

Fay does not shrink away. She just watches the other woman--fallen angel--supernatural being--whatever--with pity.

"Do you want me to go?"

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And she slumps down again, defeated. "No... It is too cold and too quiet here, alone."

"Too cold."

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Sadly, I'm starting to get too cold to stay. But--I'll come back." She looks at the wretched creature before her with deep pity in her eyes.

[7twistedwishes]

She nods. I will show you the way out. but you have to get back to the tunnel. I can not make avatars here." The Devil can not even talk to herself.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She nods. "Thank you." She stands, and looks at the Devil's true form once more before making her way to the tunnel and out to the avatar.

[7twistedwishes]

She is there, waiting, offering a hand to Faye. "I hope I was not too hard on you."

That is as close to an apology that she can go.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"It... will take time to get over." She takes the hand and nods. "But I'm glad you showed me."

[7twistedwishes]

"You will be too upset if I kiss you again?" Oh, she is just kidding. Or not.

But anyway, it helps her hold to the edges of sanity.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Not this time, no. I don't think so." She offers a hesitant, awkward smile.

[7twistedwishes]

"But you are not interested in women. And I promised nothing would happen against your will." She can hold to that and use that to have restraint.

"Lets go back to my office, I really need a drink." Atlantean, of course.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Appreciated," she says, nodding.

And then her eyes light up. "A drink sounds great right now."

[7twistedwishes]

No fancy flights, she wraps light around them and the two appear in the office. "I could, of course, offer to shapechange into something you would appreciate, but right now, it would be all kinds of weird." She gestures to the couch "What you would like to drink? And who is he?"

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She plops on the couch unceremoniously and orders a Tom Collins. Har har, pun intended.

"He? Oh. My best friend. My roommate. The one I'm in love with. The one I'm fucking is his girlfriend's brother."

[7twistedwishes]

"He does it good?" The Devil comes over with the drinks. Hmm, big comfortable couch, nice warm room... Lucifer indulges as much as possible, takes some of the serrated edge of her punishment.

"Very good, with sprinkles?"

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

"Sven? He's very talented in the bedroom, yes." She smirks.

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"Good: teaching them how to do it gets tiresome after a while." Stretching out, she drinks. "Oh, well..."

She is tired; drained even.

[burbonmilkshake.livejournal.com]

She looks over at Lucifer.

"So--what do you prefer to go by? Lucifer? Luci?"