Let's Make a Deal

What a Duckful Date

   Tombstone Park was exactly as the name itself apparently implied. Full of Tombstones and graves. Lucifer had changed before they came here, knowing he was going to be feeding murderous ducks and getting who knows what on him. He'd traded his white dress slacks for black ones that tucked down into his boots and a deep red sweater with a black tank top underneath it. He was dressed far more down than he was used to in public, but he was comfortable too.

   And dressed for getting blood on him.

   Hell never had any grass, it was difficult to get anything to grow in this place including food, but the park wasn't without its color. The dirt patches were all of different shades and he realized quickly that he could tell what was a fresh grave and what wasn't by how dark the dirt was. Apparently it was quite often that this place got used to bury bodies–either alive or dead (he swore he heard one they walked past screaming).

   Alastor seems to be enjoying their walk through the twisting wasteland with dead trees and thorn filled plants though, whereas Lucifer kept looking over their shoulder wondering if they were going to be added to the pile of screaming graves. He had caught sight of multiple cameras watching them, zooming in and hovering in what was definitely an uncomfortable way. Each one that got to close the shadow gutted and tossed into a grave (the empty ones waiting for a body). It seemed to be enjoying it too given the way it hovered over the grave looking down at the camera with a vicious smile.

   Lucifer wonders if Alastor realizes that Vox is a certified stalker. He probably does and absolutely doesn't care. Serial Killers had to have the whole understanding of stalking down to an absolute letter. Certainly that had to be in part how Alastor got some of his victims... he should definitely not ask. Something tells him the Radio Demon will take a very sick and great pleasure in explaining his before death hobbies to him.

   They walked past yet another thorn filled dying plant that attempted to snag on the King's sweater, his face twisting down into a grimace as he broke the branch off and started untangling it from him. "I get this place is supposed to be shitty but like... do flowers really have to be a holy thing? I mean come on, they can be a punishment, there are people allergic to them."

   The shadow stretched up in front of him and grabbed the branch stuck to him, vanishing again and just taking it with it. Neat and convenient. Smoothing his sleeve back out he turned his attention to the Radio Demon. Alastor slowly tilted his head to the side and shrugged. "Flowers add color and make people feel happy, or so they say. There are those down here who have learned how to grow them out of the sulfur filled soil. They're not exactly what one is used to from the living world but flowers are flowers."

   "Venus flytraps do not count as flowers and I am willing to bet the ones down here also eat flesh."

   "The human ones do as well, I used to own one."

   "Of course you did and of course you tested that."

   A laugh track played and Alastor turned around, continuing down the path and leaving Lucifer to catch up with him. "Come along Sire, we're almost there."

   "You said that like ten minutes ago!" He wore heels out here. Granted, he wears heels everywhere but they're not meant for trekking through spike infested dead graveyards. Quickening his pace regardless he caught back up to Alastor and walked beside him, gaze darting around to continue taking in their surroundings.

   There's a demon in the distance that he can spot, shovel in their hand and a suspicious looking tarp beside him that seemed to be leaking something. So, broad daylight or not, apparently they make very good use of the park. How lovely...

   Maybe he should have stayed at the Hotel.

   Turning away from the clear body burying scene he spotted, Lucifer focused his attention on Alastor and the smile on his face. He did seem to be enjoying being out here at least, or being in Lucifer's company anyway. He had his hands tucked behind his back, the microphone cane in his grip. Feeling a bit daring he reached his own arm up and looped it through the one closest to him, locking their arms together and allowing him to walk closer to the Radio Demon. Though Alastor did move his gaze down toward him he didn't seem irritated in the least. He didn't even narrow his eyes or play that weird cut of static. He just seemed to take in the situation, their position and left it be.