[He doesn't entirely want to do this, but he's feeling ready to do some awful and reckless things by now. This is to stop him from making much bigger, much more dangerous mistakes. Lucifer can't even type.]
Vox, I need a favor. You're the only one I can trust with this. I know, I know.
Yes, I get that I'll owe you. We can figure that out later, when I'm... saner...?
[Vox is going through some light shit right now, but Val is still around so it's not the full shit alavanche just yet. That's why he listens to Lucifer's message with a light frown and an exasperated thought of 'what's he done this time?'
He could tease. He could gloat. He could do all sorts of things. But he's trying not to rock the boat too hard here, so he'll keep it simple.]
I need a distraction. A... physically painful kind.
[A beat. God he kind of hates this. Or maybe it's more that he can't hate this completely, and that's what's getting to him most. He should hate this man with every fiber of his being, and yet... some of the shit they talked about is still clinging to him.]
Yeah okay. I know that mood. But I may have you sign a consent waiver, so nobody comes after my ass if you end up getting so hurt they have to come mop you off the floor. I'm getting more than enough bullshit accusations sent my way already, you know?
[Yes he is still sore about the group chat, thank you for asking.]
Oh shit, okay, real eager to get started, huh? I'm grabbing some paper. You can let yourself in if you want.
[Vox is lowkey paranoid about the fact that Lucifer could technically teleport himself into the building at the worst possible times, but he also knows there's nothing he can do about it. For now, anyway. He sure is looking into ward magic on the side to see if he can get some kind of anti-portal/teleportation spell cast on VoxCo. But until then, he has to put up with this knowledge.
Oh, he should probably...]
By the way, Val's around. He's not in this room right now, but... Is that gonna be a problem?
[He will teleport right up. He's rigid, he looks distracted, and he is... a mess. Messy hair, clothes not straightened, even if they're nice clothes...
Although his skin actually looks human. He was in the middle of distracting himself with shapeshift experimentation, when he caved and messaged Vox. In a somewhat rough voice, and with a bitter smirk:]
If I have the capacity to care if Val could show up, you're not doing nearly enough damage.
[Vox is standing by the desk when Lucifer teleports in, drawer open by his side. Still, all his attention goes to other man and stays there in a shameless stare for a moment. The fuck...?]
... Reeeeally feels Like I should be askin' some questions here. Like, did you fall into a vat of concealer? What is up with your face? [That is, after all, the main area where Vox can see Lucifer's skin.]
Right... Right. Forgot about that... [He snaps his fingers, and... bam! He's a shark. Then bam! Back to normal! ... And the latter means Vox can see the new scars on his hand and his face.] Was practicing my transformation magic. I asked the Council to make it a little stronger. Was hoping practicing that would be a good enough distraction. Was wanting to hide...
[He gestures at his face, then at the thumb Adam nearly bit off. And... you know what? He doesn't care if Vox knows, because part of him is feeling spiteful, and part of him would enjoy seeing Vox spin this to his advantage at some point. Something he'll probably regret later, but that's a future Lucifer problem.]
Because it's already bad enough Adam tried to fucking kill me, [He's starting to angrily pace.] yet I am being just as punished as him for it.
[That very bitter grin returns as he grinds the second half of that out. He growls the next words out, unsteady hands tangling in his hair. (Which might be a clue as to why his hair is such a damn mess, already.)]
[That is a lot of information to process. Vox knows Adam is around and has been trying to keep a side eye on that whole situation, but he'd also assumed that with so many other angels here- seraphim included- the first man would be kept under control. Apparently not. He's going to have to keep closer watch now, because if Adam decides to go after Alastor again, he can't afford to miss it.
-Right. Lucifer.]
Yeah, okay, that's pretty fucking weird. I never heard a peep from the Council about that fight you and me had. [Oh shit, is Vox a Council favorite??? Awesome!] Anyway, just gimme a second and we can get down to business.
[This story is making Vox even more sure he wants to cover his own ass by having Lucifer sign for what's about to go down. He's more than happy to dish out pain, but he's not willing to take any kind of heat for it. So he scribbles down the briefest of terms and he swears to god if this somehow gets turned around to some wild claim about him using hypnosis or a love potion or whatever, he will burn this whole fucking place to the ground, because at that point he really will be done.]
[He looks to the side, some of the frustrating emotions sliding to the side as he awkwardly clears his throat.]
... That's... because I made it clear it was all me. [He shrugs.] Since it was.
[It would have been easy to spell out Vox's part in the fight, but at the time... it had just felt good getting in all those hits. Lucifer folds his arms over his chest, and watches the TV Demon work. He doesn't assume it's just gonna be a piece of paper, given... TV Demon.]
[Vox is hard at work writing. He has more than enough experience with contracts and other legal forms to make something ironclad here. Still...]
Might as well. So everyone can see you're of sound mind and body. There's so much shit going on outta nowhere about crimes against consent, or whatever. Talk about culture shock after so many years in Hell, am I right? But I'm nothing if not flexible, as you've already found out.
[If Val ends up in one of the local prisons within a day, Vox won't even be surprised. He'll let the man stew in there for a while if it happens, just to let the lesson sink in.
Once he's put the final touches on the form, he beckons Lucifer over and holds out the pen.]
[He lifts his eyebrows at the part about Vox's flexibility. There's a twitch of his lips - indeed, they both are aware of how flexible the other is. That aside, he makes his way over, taking the pen as he lifts the paper. As suggested, he does read it out loud.
Once done, he makes a quiet noise of consideration. Frankly, reading it aloud did help him process it all. So, with that, he signs it and holds the pen out. With a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment. It's taking everything he has just to maintain something resembling a civil conversation.
[With the formalities out of the way, and safely secured in Vox's possession, the mood can turn lighter. More playful. He walks right up to Lucifer until their bodies are just inches apart.]
Up to you. If you wanna change it, now's the chance. Same for limits like 'no zapping'. [He holds up a hand, electricity jumping and twirling along between his fingers. He makes sure it can't jump to Lucifer's body, but doesn't that look alluring?]
[Since it's already memorized as that; he doesn't trust himself to remember a new one. The playful edge gets a soft huff, but it's carrying no actual annoyance or anything. Just... relief, actually. It's easier to deal with Vox, in general, when he's like this.
The hand with electricity, however, gets a kneejerk look of wariness. He... genuinely hates that just seeing that gives him some form of anxiety. But he takes a breath, holds a blink, and then reaches out. He's aiming to feel how strong it is...]
[Oh brother, "cheese cloth" it is. Vox really dug his own grave with this one.
The electricity, as it is in that moment, isn't too strong. It's there to look pretty, not do powerful damage, so it's on that bare minimum of voltage where it's visible in its sustained form. It's the equivalent of touching an electric fence; an odd sort of 'snk' that startles the body, courses through it and leaves a light tingle behind. Not even necessarily a bad tingle, just a numb prickle.]
[Maybe next time - whatever that winds up looking like - Lucifer will show a crumb of mercy. A less ridiculous word, like... pumpernickel.
Lucifer can't help the wince, but he keeps his hand there long enough that he's able to relax a little after pulling away. Okay... that wasn't awful! It definitely doesn't fit with what they're going for right now, buuuuuut...]
Mm... Use it at that level next time we fuck. [He's learned he gets too distracted to fully process things like anxiety, so!] Maybe... a little stronger than that for this.
[His aim is roughly one part desensitization, another part stinging.]
[Oh, there is a lot for Vox to catch, there. 'Next time', huh? Lucifer's really developing a liking for this. Vox will have to keep some open slots in his schedule for these types of meet ups, then. But the next bit is even more interesting.]
A little stronger? Are yooou sure?~
[The electricity's gone from his fingers, back in its usual containment, so he can raise his hand to press it against the side of Lucifer's face, near the lower jaw. His thumb lands right beside the man's mouth.]
[He'll be as attractive as he wants, thank you very much! He put years into training his natural charisma so he's going to use it. Even now, his thumb is lightly stroking along near Lucifer's lower lip.]
Mmh, alright. You know the safe word.
[That's about all the warning Lucifer gets. His hand drops down quite abruptly to land on the man's shoulder. At the same time, his other hand shoots towards Lucifer's hip to grab a firm hold. The electricity is released right off the bat, strong enough to seize muscles. Vox's hold makes sure Lucifer can't fall, though whether that's a mercy or a way to make things worse is up for debate.
If Vox were willing to be the world's greatest dick, he'd keep it up for a good long while, because as long as the voltage is strong enough, it's not exactly possible to vocalize a safe word. One needs muscle control for that. But there's bridges he'd rather not burn, so he'll cut the flow off after about eight seconds, just to give Lucifer that chance to say... well. Anything. He won't be too picky about the safe word.]
[He is a little offended; how dare Vox make him blush just before the voluntary torture kicks off...
Lucifer can't help any sounds that slip out right at the start or right at the end of that wave. It's genuinely weird that some part of him likes it, considering his reasons for not wanting anything to do with it. Maybe his masochism is just that strong now.
(Or maybe his brain has simply found a new way to cope.)
With an unsteady breath, he gives a somewhat jerky nod.]
That was... fine.
[Bordering on unpleasant, but not so bad that he'll need the safe word too early on, or something.]
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Vox, I need a favor. You're the only one I can trust with this. I know, I know.
Yes, I get that I'll owe you. We can figure that out later, when I'm... saner...?
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He could tease. He could gloat. He could do all sorts of things. But he's trying not to rock the boat too hard here, so he'll keep it simple.]
What's up?
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[A beat. God he kind of hates this. Or maybe it's more that he can't hate this completely, and that's what's getting to him most. He should hate this man with every fiber of his being, and yet... some of the shit they talked about is still clinging to him.]
Emphasis... on the pain.
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Wow. Okay. Interesting. Should I be asking why, or do you wanna skip straight ahead to the good stuff?
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[Lucifer is done with the whole trying to talk thing. Look what it got him!!!]
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[Yes he is still sore about the group chat, thank you for asking.]
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Please don't make me a literal puddle on your floor. Nothing hospital-worthy! But... yeah, okay, a consent form can be signed.
[He ain't waiving consent rights, mister.]
my ESL brain messed up but made it ten times funnier
I'll write something up. When are you getting here?
help I'm in tears ofjsfjsj
[He's already out there. He frustratedly endured the weak teleportation for this.]
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[Vox is lowkey paranoid about the fact that Lucifer could technically teleport himself into the building at the worst possible times, but he also knows there's nothing he can do about it. For now, anyway. He sure is looking into ward magic on the side to see if he can get some kind of anti-portal/teleportation spell cast on VoxCo. But until then, he has to put up with this knowledge.
Oh, he should probably...]
By the way, Val's around. He's not in this room right now, but... Is that gonna be a problem?
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[He will teleport right up. He's rigid, he looks distracted, and he is... a mess. Messy hair, clothes not straightened, even if they're nice clothes...
Although his skin actually looks human. He was in the middle of distracting himself with shapeshift experimentation, when he caved and messaged Vox. In a somewhat rough voice, and with a bitter smirk:]
If I have the capacity to care if Val could show up, you're not doing nearly enough damage.
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... Reeeeally feels Like I should be askin' some questions here. Like, did you fall into a vat of concealer? What is up with your face? [That is, after all, the main area where Vox can see Lucifer's skin.]
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Right... Right. Forgot about that... [He snaps his fingers, and... bam! He's a shark. Then bam! Back to normal! ... And the latter means Vox can see the new scars on his hand and his face.] Was practicing my transformation magic. I asked the Council to make it a little stronger. Was hoping practicing that would be a good enough distraction. Was wanting to hide...
[He gestures at his face, then at the thumb Adam nearly bit off. And... you know what? He doesn't care if Vox knows, because part of him is feeling spiteful, and part of him would enjoy seeing Vox spin this to his advantage at some point. Something he'll probably regret later, but that's a future Lucifer problem.]
Because it's already bad enough Adam tried to fucking kill me, [He's starting to angrily pace.] yet I am being just as punished as him for it.
[That very bitter grin returns as he grinds the second half of that out. He growls the next words out, unsteady hands tangling in his hair. (Which might be a clue as to why his hair is such a damn mess, already.)]
Fuck. This place...
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-Right. Lucifer.]
Yeah, okay, that's pretty fucking weird. I never heard a peep from the Council about that fight you and me had. [Oh shit, is Vox a Council favorite??? Awesome!] Anyway, just gimme a second and we can get down to business.
[This story is making Vox even more sure he wants to cover his own ass by having Lucifer sign for what's about to go down. He's more than happy to dish out pain, but he's not willing to take any kind of heat for it. So he scribbles down the briefest of terms and he swears to god if this somehow gets turned around to some wild claim about him using hypnosis or a love potion or whatever, he will burn this whole fucking place to the ground, because at that point he really will be done.]
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... That's... because I made it clear it was all me. [He shrugs.] Since it was.
[It would have been easy to spell out Vox's part in the fight, but at the time... it had just felt good getting in all those hits. Lucifer folds his arms over his chest, and watches the TV Demon work. He doesn't assume it's just gonna be a piece of paper, given... TV Demon.]
Are you gonna... record me reading it, orrr...?
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Might as well. So everyone can see you're of sound mind and body. There's so much shit going on outta nowhere about crimes against consent, or whatever. Talk about culture shock after so many years in Hell, am I right? But I'm nothing if not flexible, as you've already found out.
[If Val ends up in one of the local prisons within a day, Vox won't even be surprised. He'll let the man stew in there for a while if it happens, just to let the lesson sink in.
Once he's put the final touches on the form, he beckons Lucifer over and holds out the pen.]
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Once done, he makes a quiet noise of consideration. Frankly, reading it aloud did help him process it all. So, with that, he signs it and holds the pen out. With a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment. It's taking everything he has just to maintain something resembling a civil conversation.
After opening his eyes again,]
... Same safe word?
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Up to you. If you wanna change it, now's the chance. Same for limits like 'no zapping'. [He holds up a hand, electricity jumping and twirling along between his fingers. He makes sure it can't jump to Lucifer's body, but doesn't that look alluring?]
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[Since it's already memorized as that; he doesn't trust himself to remember a new one. The playful edge gets a soft huff, but it's carrying no actual annoyance or anything. Just... relief, actually. It's easier to deal with Vox, in general, when he's like this.
The hand with electricity, however, gets a kneejerk look of wariness. He... genuinely hates that just seeing that gives him some form of anxiety. But he takes a breath, holds a blink, and then reaches out. He's aiming to feel how strong it is...]
CW: very light electrocution
The electricity, as it is in that moment, isn't too strong. It's there to look pretty, not do powerful damage, so it's on that bare minimum of voltage where it's visible in its sustained form. It's the equivalent of touching an electric fence; an odd sort of 'snk' that startles the body, courses through it and leaves a light tingle behind. Not even necessarily a bad tingle, just a numb prickle.]
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Lucifer can't help the wince, but he keeps his hand there long enough that he's able to relax a little after pulling away. Okay... that wasn't awful! It definitely doesn't fit with what they're going for right now, buuuuuut...]
Mm... Use it at that level next time we fuck. [He's learned he gets too distracted to fully process things like anxiety, so!] Maybe... a little stronger than that for this.
[His aim is roughly one part desensitization, another part stinging.]
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A little stronger? Are yooou sure?~
[The electricity's gone from his fingers, back in its usual containment, so he can raise his hand to press it against the side of Lucifer's face, near the lower jaw. His thumb lands right beside the man's mouth.]
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I'm sure.
[He's anxious; it shows in his eyes. But he isn't lying. Even with anxiety, the most prominent is his desperation.]
CW: Electrocution for a good long while probably, blanket warning is a go
Mmh, alright. You know the safe word.
[That's about all the warning Lucifer gets. His hand drops down quite abruptly to land on the man's shoulder. At the same time, his other hand shoots towards Lucifer's hip to grab a firm hold. The electricity is released right off the bat, strong enough to seize muscles. Vox's hold makes sure Lucifer can't fall, though whether that's a mercy or a way to make things worse is up for debate.
If Vox were willing to be the world's greatest dick, he'd keep it up for a good long while, because as long as the voltage is strong enough, it's not exactly possible to vocalize a safe word. One needs muscle control for that. But there's bridges he'd rather not burn, so he'll cut the flow off after about eight seconds, just to give Lucifer that chance to say... well. Anything. He won't be too picky about the safe word.]
Yep, electrocution for a whiiiiile
Lucifer can't help any sounds that slip out right at the start or right at the end of that wave. It's genuinely weird that some part of him likes it, considering his reasons for not wanting anything to do with it. Maybe his masochism is just that strong now.
(Or maybe his brain has simply found a new way to cope.)
With an unsteady breath, he gives a somewhat jerky nod.]
That was... fine.
[Bordering on unpleasant, but not so bad that he'll need the safe word too early on, or something.]
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