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[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]

"They all do. And eventually, they all fall, by their own machinations or by those of others." Lucifer studied Grimmjow's arm. "Your master sounds foolish to do something like that. Either that or he is too used to dealing with idiots. Those sorts of actions rarely ever engender loyalty in those capable of thinking for themselves."

At Grimmjow's statement of wariness, Lucifer nodded in understanding. "My father tried to force me to take part in his grand plan for the universe. My response was bloody defiance. So instead of trying to coerce you with lies and threats, I am simply going to tell you what I intend to do. And whether you decide to join me or not has no bearing on my decision to hire you here. For you see, I plan to stand against the gods of this place. I plan to bring the upper city down. And whether I am accompanied when I set out to do this or not matters very little."

He shook his head. "No, I am far from human. Originally I was the Lightbringer, first among the angels of Heaven. Since then, I've been the ruler of Hell, an entrepreneur, and a god of my own universe." There were half a dozen other items he could add to his resume, but he decided to stick to the important points.

So there was another would-be god amok in the city? Well, since he planned on cleaning house, what was one more? At Grimmjow’s fatalistic attitude concerning the man, Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “He may have made you, but he can only break you if you allow him to hold that much power over you. It is a matter of will, Grimmjow. Your will against his. That is where the true power lies, and you will lose only if you permit yourself to lose. A maker is nothing more than an obstacle to be overcome. Anything else he would have you believe are nothing more than a lie meant to cage you, to strip you of your freedom and your will. No one has the right to do that. Especially not a maker. Those that pretend to such a right deserve to be shown error of their ways."

[ihasanarm]

"The arrancar are 'inferior beings'. There's either loyalty or there's dissension, but ain't nobody gon' go up against him. Y'get discarded that way, an' that shit... well, it fuckin' sucks." Freedom to choose whether or not he would get lumped into the category? Well, wasn't that novel. Grimmjow listened intently, actually shutting his big mouth for once and really taking in what was being said to him, eyes widened just a little bit, sitting forward in his seat only a hair.

The talk of Heaven and Hell went into places that Grimmjow was far from familiar with, though if the whispers of Hell were anything near to true, then Grimmjow could appreciate the work of someone with a spine and a sadistic streak, though he had no intention of being condemned there himself.

And then... he let loose a hard breath that he hadn't known he had been holding, fingers curling into a fist under where he supported his non-covered cheek with it. "Y'say such pretty things." He murmured, voice coming out with a hint of a rough purr to the words. "I like yer way of thinkin'." It sounded so very nice with the way Lucifer spoke it, though Grimmjow didn't know if he had power enough to rebel, just hearing something so... free, excited him and gave him a touch of cynically dark hope.