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[sonny_delight]

[PRIVATE/unhackable TO LUCIFER]

[This is Sonja, standing in a very dry room and looking impossibly smug, with a long bandage around one hand.]

Oh, Lucy. Do you have a knife I could borrow?

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[youllsayit]

[Eyebrow raise. You have a story to tell, Miss Minion.]

That depends on what you're using it for.

[sonny_delight]

There's a bedpost that needs notching.

[youllsayit]

Someone important?

[sonny_delight]

[She's been fiddling with her bandaged hand, and starts casually unwrapping it.] That's what I'm here to find out.

[Just about finished unwrapping.] Let's play a game of word association. [She pulls off the last of the bandage, and flexes her hand experimentally and studies something unseen on it as the bandage flutters to the floor.] I say a name, and you say the first thing that comes to mind.

[youllsayit]

[Lucifer straightens a bit and folds his arms across his chest, curious now.]

All right.

[sonny_delight]

[She flexes her hand again then turns it to the screen, revealing a jagged wound across the palm.]

Sam.

[youllsayit]

[Ohh. This? Is a happy Satan.]

I think you just earned your Christmas bonus.

[sonny_delight]

And aren't we glad to keep me on the payroll. [Impossibly. Smug.]

Throw a girl a bone she hasn't had yet today, and tell me his story. What is he?

[youllsayit]

Sam is my true vessel. He also has demon blood in him--and an addiction to getting more of it.

Tell me, how did he react to your little [he wags a finger at his palm] injury?

[sonny_delight]

Huh. That's not weird.

[Glance.] Oh, nothing. Just went balls-out batfuck insane and attacked me like a sexually aggressive lamprey. I don't think bleeding near his gills helped.

[youllsayit]

[He's so happy, he can't even.]

I'm surprised he didn't try to trap you afterward.

[sonny_delight]

He was chock full of black-tar me. At a certain point even holy water doesn't make a dent in the addiction.

[youllsayit]

And could you get him to drink again?

[sonny_delight]

And more, to come. [Yes. Some lingering smugness.] He knows there's more where that came from, the crippling shame aside. He hates the powerlessness too much to hide from me.

[youllsayit]

Good. [Oh, Sonja, he is so proud even if he won't say so out loud.]

While you're working on him, don't worry about feeding this vessel.

[sonny_delight]

Really.

You'll burn through it.