"Of course." Beelzebub was amused by this whole prospect. He can't wait to see how this train wreck was going to go because as of late Lucifer had been incredibly arrogant himself.
"I prefer to enjoy myself while I drink and pass on the piss when I can." The angel had high standards for his drinking unless it was a last resort. "I don't use it to blot anything out either, even if I'm constantly drunk."
Beelzebub was consistently aware and feeling even at the points when he had to lay down on the ground for awhile.
"We won't. We know when we're created so we aren't timeless." The angel pauses to consider the idea of an end of the universe. "Lucifer created our universe. He'd just probably create another if this one ended."
Beelzebub finishes his drink but pauses pouring to look up at the door. He could feel his king before the door even opened. The first hint of his presence is just as the door starts to move; the smell of sulfur and fire; paired with spring rains, damp soil, and a hint of wildflowers. The man that opens the door is tall, over six and a half feet; far taller than the man whose appearance he wore. The face is youthful but the gaze is sharp and intense. He is paler of skin and hair, more androgynous but not overly so. That fact accentuated by the black three piece suit and white dress shirt he wears. Designed in a masculine suit cut but fitting the body more femininely than one would put on a man.
His eyes work over the room, the same mismatched irises though his are darker, toward the twilight colors and unnaturally blue. He's someone who walks not just like he owns this place, but that he owns everything. Proud to the point of cocky and slightly sensual in his carriage and strut. The four snow white wings resting behind him the final hint anyone would need to know that this is Lucifer, first and foremost of the fallen. He wears rebellion in his presence like others have joy or sadness.
He considers no others in the bar while walking across the space to meet his second in command. Beelzebub grins at Toby. "The king's here."
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"I prefer to enjoy myself while I drink and pass on the piss when I can." The angel had high standards for his drinking unless it was a last resort. "I don't use it to blot anything out either, even if I'm constantly drunk."
Beelzebub was consistently aware and feeling even at the points when he had to lay down on the ground for awhile.
"We won't. We know when we're created so we aren't timeless." The angel pauses to consider the idea of an end of the universe. "Lucifer created our universe. He'd just probably create another if this one ended."
Beelzebub finishes his drink but pauses pouring to look up at the door. He could feel his king before the door even opened. The first hint of his presence is just as the door starts to move; the smell of sulfur and fire; paired with spring rains, damp soil, and a hint of wildflowers. The man that opens the door is tall, over six and a half feet; far taller than the man whose appearance he wore. The face is youthful but the gaze is sharp and intense. He is paler of skin and hair, more androgynous but not overly so. That fact accentuated by the black three piece suit and white dress shirt he wears. Designed in a masculine suit cut but fitting the body more femininely than one would put on a man.
His eyes work over the room, the same mismatched irises though his are darker, toward the twilight colors and unnaturally blue. He's someone who walks not just like he owns this place, but that he owns everything. Proud to the point of cocky and slightly sensual in his carriage and strut. The four snow white wings resting behind him the final hint anyone would need to know that this is Lucifer, first and foremost of the fallen. He wears rebellion in his presence like others have joy or sadness.
He considers no others in the bar while walking across the space to meet his second in command. Beelzebub grins at Toby. "The king's here."