[WP] "I'm going to retire," Satan said. "No more bad. No more death."

"Ah, no. No, I don't — I don't do that sort of business these days." The blond man laughed, bringing a cup of espresso to his lips. "I thought you were supposed to be...The- The father of lies! The great deceiver! You know! —" The man across him placed both index fingers on either side of his head, lips curled to form a sinister smile.

An action he regret when he caught the eye of a passing waitress.

The man mumbled some thing, or other, under his breath, and placed both hands on his lap, feeling the heat of shame as it spread over his face. "You lie once, maybe twice in your life, and suddenly you are the father of all lies." The blond sighed. "...Are you alright?"

He observed his partner , whose head was now between his hands, leg fidgeting wildly under the table. "Oh, I'm enthralled, believe me." "It's just, y'know! I mean, you are fucking Satan-"

"Lucifer."

"Bazelbub!"

"Beelzebub. He's my cousin twice removed from heaven. At least I believe so," He placed a finger over his lips," but I don't quite remember."

"Oh my god. Oh my god, are you fucking! Listening to yourself!?" The man whispered, as he clutched the table. "Please, calm down." Replied the blond, taking another sip from the espresso, which was barely beginning to cool down. "I know I might not be very good at — this. But I really want us to bond."

"You mean, friendship? You want to be friends?"

"Yes."

"Okay, sure, we can do that." The man gave an exasperated sigh, throwing his head back in an attempt to understand. But he wasn't sure what it was that needed understanding. Everything seemed clear, and simple, but so dim and far away, too.

'Wait, did I even order a drink?'

"Alright, so," he began, leaning towards his partner, who did the same in return," You are satan. And you, basically, retired? Am I right?"

"More or less, yes."

"Okay. Why?"

The blond shrugged, "Why not?"

"What do you... Do you have any idea, of how many people live in fear of you?"

"I am painfully aware."

"...And?"

"I think it's stupid," he scoffed, "but it gives me some self-steem."

"I don't understand."

"What is there to understand?"

The man leaned back into his chair, rubbing his face with a hand, reaching for his drink, which of course, didn't exist. He cursed under his breath.

The blond looked after him, lips pursed, arms crossed, thinking of what he should say, and how he should say it. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt terrified.

And it dawned on him then. That, despite having lived for centuries, eons, having witnessed the beginning of mankind, it's end, it's rebirth. It wasn't until now that he realized how utterly lonely, and desperate, he truly felt.

"I guess I was tired." He mumbled at last.

"What?"

"I guess I was tired." He shrugged, tracing a circle with his finger.

The man observed him. And felt as if, he too, should say something. He didn't, for a long time.

"I think I understand."

The blond man glanced at him.

"Want to go to the museum? I hear there's a new art exhibition."

"I have to feed Nero."

"We'll just watch a movie at your place, then."

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