Not being terribly religious, he's only heard of Christianity through osmosis. God created people, also angels. Lucifer fell from heaven and became God's arch nemesis -- like a mustache twirling villain, always there to try and foil God's good plans. And then at some point, some dude named Jesus entered the picture. Apart from some key points here and there about an ark, a colorful coat, and some tree of good and evil -- he knows nothing and didn't care to know. But as Lucifer says now, God might have better PR...and well, it's entirely fair that there's more than what's written in that book.
Can't be a mustache twirling villain when Lucifer doesn't even have a mustache, after all.
But a guy like the ruler of hell isn't really gonna wanna pal around with a guy like Dylan, even if he's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. So Dylan doubts he'll ever get to know the man behind the curtain terribly well. He opts not to pry much further beyond giving him an almost sympathetic look if he can consider this place to be a vacation. Damn. Lucifer could use a good vacation for real. One that doesn't involve torture at all.
Dylan heads to his door and starts undoing the chains and bolts he'd installed. Less for his own personal protection and more for the protection of others -- just in case a transformation in hell happens more sporadically than once a month. But he pauses at Lucifer's question, furrowing his brows. He doesn't mind sharing what he saw, but it's so directly tied to having to admit what he is that he's not so sure he wants to talk about that part -- about why he was off in the woods in the first place.
"Only if you wanna talk about it in the shower..." he does his best to diffuse with humor. This is clearly anxiety flirting than anything with real substance. Dylan undoes the final lock and his eyes drop to his feet. "Kidding."
And it takes a moment longer for him to work up the courage to speak, beginning with a shrug. "I don't know. There's not much I can tell you because that night was pretty fuzzy. It's just something is gathering out in the woods. A group of demons. They couldn't have been involved with the demons here because as far as I've seen, the demons working under Lucifer don't try to eat the other sinners. They had weird markings on some of them and smelled like...like burnt flesh."
He rubs at his opposite shoulder, something of a self-soothing gesture. "Someone floated the suggestion out to me they might be part of the Veiled Order? Which I didn't know much about until I heard they were involved with the weird shit with the TVs. But I just....I got a bad feeling. Something big is about to happen. And it probably ain't gonna be sunshine and rainbows for the rest of us, yanno?"
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Can't be a mustache twirling villain when Lucifer doesn't even have a mustache, after all.
But a guy like the ruler of hell isn't really gonna wanna pal around with a guy like Dylan, even if he's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. So Dylan doubts he'll ever get to know the man behind the curtain terribly well. He opts not to pry much further beyond giving him an almost sympathetic look if he can consider this place to be a vacation. Damn. Lucifer could use a good vacation for real. One that doesn't involve torture at all.
Dylan heads to his door and starts undoing the chains and bolts he'd installed. Less for his own personal protection and more for the protection of others -- just in case a transformation in hell happens more sporadically than once a month. But he pauses at Lucifer's question, furrowing his brows. He doesn't mind sharing what he saw, but it's so directly tied to having to admit what he is that he's not so sure he wants to talk about that part -- about why he was off in the woods in the first place.
"Only if you wanna talk about it in the shower..." he does his best to diffuse with humor. This is clearly anxiety flirting than anything with real substance. Dylan undoes the final lock and his eyes drop to his feet. "Kidding."
And it takes a moment longer for him to work up the courage to speak, beginning with a shrug. "I don't know. There's not much I can tell you because that night was pretty fuzzy. It's just something is gathering out in the woods. A group of demons. They couldn't have been involved with the demons here because as far as I've seen, the demons working under Lucifer don't try to eat the other sinners. They had weird markings on some of them and smelled like...like burnt flesh."
He rubs at his opposite shoulder, something of a self-soothing gesture. "Someone floated the suggestion out to me they might be part of the Veiled Order? Which I didn't know much about until I heard they were involved with the weird shit with the TVs. But I just....I got a bad feeling. Something big is about to happen. And it probably ain't gonna be sunshine and rainbows for the rest of us, yanno?"