Roleplay

"He is in Santa Fe, he was a simple crossroads demon, but, he moved up in rank." Lucifer says, catching the beer, and poping open the top, taking a drink.

"And?" Jared said, clearing his throat. "What's his deal now?"

"He creates the list, who can go to heaven, who goes to hell, mainly based off of religion and deal making." Lucifer says, stealing Fethawit's computer, looking up a few things, he ends up on a wiki page. Fethawit takes her computer, and reads through the article.

"So, long story short, we need to kill this guy, because he's letting the wrong people go to the wrong places?" Jared asked, rubbing his eyes and sighing.

"No, he is doing a splendid job, but, he is trying to take over hell, that would throw off everything." Lucifer explains taking another drink of his beer.

"It's not like you spend much time there anymore." Jared muttered, finishing his beer and cracking his neck. Yawning afterward.

"You don't get it do you?" Lucifer asks, he sighs angrily. "This ass hole wants to take over hell, do you know why everything is so in oder and not collapsing? Because angels have a grip on everything. If this demon gains control of hell, it will be a full blown war, heaven, hell, earth! This could bring major catastrophe!"

"I'm sure you would hate that wouldn't you Lucifer," Alexandria appeared from a corner near Jared's bed. "The mere thought of it just urks you I bet," she scoffed. Her arms were crossed and her red and brown hair gleamed in the dim light

"Alexandria, nice to see you." Lucifer says sarcastically. "If you must know, I would hate it. I gotta take care of her." He says, motioning to Fethawit who was now quietly sleeping.

"Hmph, of course," Alexandria rolled her eyes, a look of slight disgust drawn on her face. "Still can't believe you have a charge."

"And why is that?" Lucifer asks, closing Fethawit's laptop, and taking the duffel bag off her bed.

"Well, you are the ruler of hell. Angel or not," Alexandria responded.

Lucifer smiled and shook his head, hs murmured something incoherent in enochian. "Well, Alexandria, who would want to have a hunter as their charge, this one has already died once. If I wasn't experienced, would I be takin' care of her?" He asks, snapping and disappearing back to his room.

Alexandria opened her mouth to send a retort, but was interrupted by Lucifer disappearing. She looked to Jared and the sleeping girl.

Fethawit woke up after an hour or so, and looked at Alexandria and raised an eyebrow. "I gotta angel sigil this place." She mutters, getting out of bed and grabbing a beer.

"It surprises me you haven't yet," Alexandria responded, still in her one spot. Her vessel was wearing jeans, long sleeve blue v-neck shirt, a grey jacket, and black flats. Her hair was completely straight and met her waist.

"So what's the deal with you and Luc?" Fethawit asks, taking a drink of her beer, sitting in the chair thatLucifer had poofed in. "It kinda looks like you hate each other. "

"It's complicated," Alexandria answered simply.

Fethawit rolls her eyes, and and outs her feet up on the table. "Lucifer, get over here, we gotta kill this demon dude." Fethawit says, within a few seconds, Lucifer is standing near ghe door leaning on it. "You ready?" He asks, walking over to Fethawit, she nodds. "To Santa Fe we go!" Fethawit says, the two disappear as Lucifer touches her forehead.

"You have a crazy sister," Alexandria comments to Jared as the two leave.