[incomplete] now with more 20% more jaw action

[ihasanarm]

Who: Grimmjow, Lucyifer
When: After initial contact via journals
Where: Lucifer's restaurant
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Grimmjow's mouth, and perhaps etc?
Summary: He's not a dog, but whistle and he comes. Grimmjow goes to meet his new employer and stay somewhere that has a possibility of heat.

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[freedomtoleave]

Lucifer's lips thinned back into something vaguely reminiscent of a snarl. "It always is, isn't it? It sounds as if my father and your master would get along rather nicely. They could sit around dictating the actions of those they believe to be inferior to themselves and then work out what punishments to mete out to those that fail to fall in line."

Was it a failing inherent in being a god then? Did the act of creation lead one to believe that one had the right to meddle in the lives of others? Lucifer had followed in the footsteps of his father; he had created his own universe and populated with his own people. But he had never dictated their lives to them. He had never set down a list of rules by which they had to abide.

One eyebrow rose. "It is not quite what you think. I find this mockery of Heaven and Hell to be a grave insult. It was bad enough when my father created the places, for not even he had no right to sit in judgment of the souls of the dead. But this is unconscionable. It is my desire to show these gods exactly what Hell is, to make them see what it was they brought into this realm when they brought me here."

[ihasanarm]

Grimmjow laughed, leaning forward as if he were sharing something confidential with Lucifer, elbows on the table. "Nah. My master wants t'be the only one sittin' high. As fer punishments...tch, don't I know it. He let one of his underlings cut off my arm." He clenched the fist of the limb in question, stretching it out. "An' then had some woman with the powers t'defy god himself' make it come back s'if it ain't gon' nowhere in th'first place."

Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupted, of course, absolutely. Grimmjow watched Lucifer with intent now, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "I'm wary a'bein' part of grander schemes." He murmured, tapping his fingers on the table, eyebrow creeping up as he considered which way he wanted to go. "So. Y'ain't a human, hn?"

That one was obvious even to Grimmjow, but it was still interesting to find out how he would react. "Creatin' Hell. Fuck, 'm all fer it, s'long as it ain't white. S'just, an' it may seem fuckin' flaky, but my ol' boss is here. My creator. He drug me outta bein' a lesser creature. Make me, break me, ehn?" And he didn't do too good of a job veiling his interesting on Lucifer's thoughts towards that, eyes fixed on him now.