[If Lucifer wanted to kill her, he'd already have attempted by now. He's absolutely not a subtle man. And, with two exceptions, he doesn't kill people he genuinely likes!]
Correct. A kill earns you one tally, and a death earns you one tally.
[Lucifer remembers waking up here with only nine of the fucking things. He looks down at his own wrist, pulling back his sleeve as he walks. At current, he's at eighteen, and in two weeks time... twenty-three. (Which is not counting his ~upcoming~ soiree with the exchange program that'll bump him to twenty-four.)
Seven of those eighteen were from some little imps that were not his fault this time; two were him accidentally fucking around and finding out with Amami and Clamor, but those two are fine — er, were fine at the time in the end... anyway. The other nine, he has no idea where they came from.
Lucifer doesn't think he's killable, so.]
As much as I dislike this fact, we are — apparently — trapped in some sort of purgatory. That's what this place is. Which means, unfortunately, you and I and everyone else in here have long since died.
[It still doesn't sit right with him. There's not a person in the world who could kill him unless it was God Himself, or maybe Barbatos or Lord Diavolo, or... himself? But what would he have done to tip any one of those people off? Why would he take himself out?]
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Correct. A kill earns you one tally, and a death earns you one tally.
[Lucifer remembers waking up here with only nine of the fucking things. He looks down at his own wrist, pulling back his sleeve as he walks. At current, he's at eighteen, and in two weeks time... twenty-three. (Which is not counting his ~upcoming~ soiree with the exchange program that'll bump him to twenty-four.)
Seven of those eighteen were from some little imps that were not his fault this time; two were him accidentally fucking around and finding out with Amami and Clamor, but those two are fine — er, were fine at the time in the end... anyway. The other nine, he has no idea where they came from.
Lucifer doesn't think he's killable, so.]
As much as I dislike this fact, we are — apparently — trapped in some sort of purgatory. That's what this place is. Which means, unfortunately, you and I and everyone else in here have long since died.
[It still doesn't sit right with him. There's not a person in the world who could kill him unless it was God Himself, or maybe Barbatos or Lord Diavolo, or... himself? But what would he have done to tip any one of those people off? Why would he take himself out?]