"Except me, apparently… I don't understand why normal people do things, and they probably don't understand why I think it's okay to murder people. But hey, I wasn't the one who created Hunger Games, so…" Scipio huffed a bit, crossing his arms.
"The… the Hunger Games is a fictional series. Anyway, if you actually went and sought help, there would be information on why you like to kill people. You're not as special as you think, Scipio," Lucifer growled wisely.
"I know why I like to kill people. I hate them and it's fun to have control over the life of another human. There's a sort of thrill to it. Seeing the fear in someone's eyes as they realize you're about to take their life from them… I wonder if any of my victims ended up here?"
Lucifer listened without much care, sighing and tilting his head up again. "You're not scaring anybody when you talk like that, you know. We're all much more powerful than you here. You might as well stop talking like that. Imean, probably, lots of people come down here."
"I'm not trying to scare anyone. I'm just describing my experiences with murder." Scipio said simply, entirely serious.
"Mmm. Alright. Well, I hear it all the time. It's all the same thing. I didn't make you a servant so you could think over your life. I made you a servant because I think you're interesting."
"I thought you made me a servant because I'm a horrible person?" Scipio asked, looking back up at Lucifer. "That's what you said the reason was earlier."
"Well, that and because you're interesting to me. But I don't care about your murders. I want to know why you interest me," He admitted, tilting his head up to squint at him.
"I mean, I'm really not all that interesting… at least not to the king of hell. I'm sure you've seen your fair share of mass murderers." Scipio looked back at Lucifer curiously.
"I have. I've seen many criminals who have done many things," He just hummed, shutting his eyes. He was bound in contract not to tell anyone who was not close to him.
"Perhaps it's my boyish charm~" Scipio smirked, watching Lucifer as he deliberated. "Or my dashing good looks."
Lucifer glanced down at the human slightly, a slight smirk dancing on his lips as he evaluated the human. "Maybe."
"Wait, shit, really? I was joking." Scipio laughed a bit, sipping his cranberry juice as though it were wine.
"Well, I think I should start being like you. Stupidly daring but truthful," Lucifer hummed with a laugh, shutting his eyes.
Scipio shrugged. "It's a good way to live, man. Well, not by society's standards… it might get you killed at seventeen, but hey, it was a fun seventeen years."
"Mmm. I think I'm older than seventeen, human." He smiled anyway. "I'm glad you had fun. Now you're here. You surely can't be having fun."
"I mean, I dunno. I'm chilling in a hot spring with the king of hell, we're eating dinner, and we're having what seems to be an ordinary conversation. I'm not gonna say I'm not having fun."
Lucifer rolled his eyes and moved down slowly into the water again with a deep sigh. "Right, not having fun." He chuckled and shut his eyes. "You could be having more fun, so I'll let it go."
Scipio moved back to the wall as well, looking around the room curiously. There were other small paintings on the walls too. His hair kept falling into his eyes, and he generally pushed it back up, but he stopped caring pretty soon. His hair was very fluffy since he wasn't wearing hair gel the day he was hung.
Lucifer relaxed his head on his own shoulder, yawning slowly. He moved down father into the water, letting the water warm him up. This was super nice. And the other's body warmth seemed to be helping a lot with the water.
"How often do you come here? You seem to be in here a lot." Scipio looked over at Lucifer.
"I come in here as often as I can," Lucifer murmured, yawning. "I only got it a couple days ago."
"Really? I didn't know you could actually like, get new things here… hell really isn't as bad as everyone says." Scipio hummed, glancing around again. "Is it like, just for you or do other people use it too?"
"This one's my personal one. And like I said Hell isn't as bad as humans think." He yawned and shut his eyes. "And of course I can get new things. We're not some kind of animal society. We work just like you do."
"Are there like, jobs? Do people get paid? Can you buy things??" Scipio seemed to have more questions the longer he was here.
"There are jobs, but things are mostly free. You can basically go and get stuff, and the Demons who were assigned that job will help you check it out." He shrugged. "It works and everyone seems to like not having to worry about money."
"Isn't the whole 'no money' thing communism? I thought that was bad and didn't work…" Scipio said softly, mentally debating.
"Well, sort of. Communism gave people equal pay and it sucked, while they all worked different jobs for the same pay. And they starved. That's not quite what this is."
"Hmm… so it's communism, but effective? We should come up with a new name for it." Scipio thought for a moment. "People are employed, but they don't really get paid… that sounds like slavery, shit."
"Call it what you will, the people are happy. Do you see my house burned down? Huh? No. They like not working for money and being allowed to make their own lives without my intervention." He shrugged. "Maybe when you get in a relationship with someone of power you can change it. Oh, wait, I'm the only one in power. Too bad, human."