Oh my, Oh my, Poor little Alice.

Not.

Lucian called out Alice to the museum. The museum place seemed harmless. <3 Oh, but thankfully, it wasn't. Lucian hadn't picked the place if he couldn't have his way if he so chose to. Which he did. His chose to have it in a long, drawn out process. That's the only way to do it of course.

At the moment though, he was standing in front of a picture nearly as tall as himself. It went well with his clothes. It was a midnight sky, matching his simple, soft cotton dress shirt that was buttoned up with the exception of a few. Inside, he didn't bother to cover the scar. If he would get Alice to be his, well, maybe Alice could see it.

Though, Alice was late.

Really late.

Lucian, unlike Verkur, had mercy, but at the same time, he still had anger. He wouldn't act probably like the violent demon would, but hey, he wouldn't be a bowl of peaches if Alice didn't show up. While the minutes ticked by, cool anger started to bubble beneath the surface. He buttoned the shirt up, losing faith and trust in Alice as he failed to still show up.

Oh, Alice, where are you? Your Lucian keeps growing into a foul mood.

He didn't pace, but he no longer saw the painting in front of him. It was a blur, the image gone in its' appreciation. He moved to a new painting with a sharp click of his dress shoes. He stopped in front of one, particularly with War in it. This was better. He traced the lines of War's face while angry thoughts began to swirl in a turbulant storm. With the angry thoughts, his expression changed to impassive, but his eyes were near glowing.

Enter Alice, stage left.

Whatever that meant.

Alice had finally arrived, yes he was late, but he had to take a shower and straighten out all of his furntire. He was glad he did so though. He felt better, and he smelt like orange spice. Very nice.

Alice walked down the hallway, looking like some rich art dealer. Classy. His long platinum blonde hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, swinging back and forth. A pair of simple, silver rectangle framed glasses adorn his face, low on the nose.

Cobalt blue eyes look around for a familiar face, and they spot it. There was Lucian, Alice didn't think that he would take too well to the news. He took in a deep breath, pointy toed heeled boots clicking on the carpeted floor. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his crisp beige business pants, they covering all but the bottom of the stillhetto heel and toe of his boots.

He licked his lips, he was rather nervous, he knew Lucian would not take well to the news at all. He stood up straighter, the black v-neck quarter sleeve shirt unwrinkling as he did. The simple watch on his arms revealed the exact time, and the fact that was about fifteen minutes late.

He stopped about ten feet away from him. What was the demon doing? That was Aries, or Mars, God of War and Violence. He could have gone on and on, but he had other things to focus on. He cleared his throat, blue eyes piercing.

"Hello Lucian."

Lucian stared at the painting even when he heard Alice, "Hello and you're -late-." He turned around, his movements languid, but not to their usual standards. If anything, for Lucian, his movements ended in a choppy manner. He looked in Alice with a calculating look, his eyes growing a smidgen brighter as he eyed him.

He took a few strides, meeting him quite quickly and then something wafted up to his nose. That smell. That smell was more recent than it was from the last time he had seen him. Call it a demon thing about the smell. Anyways, is that why he was late? That did not sit well with Lucian.

"I completed your bet."

Oh, he only smelt like that becuase he had decided to try a new scent instead of his usual mint. He leaned back slightly, he didn't like it when Lucian got too close to him. And /again/ with that damned /look/. Alice didn't like feeling like a piece of meat.

He pulled his arms out of his pockets, simlpy crossing his arms. "I know that Lucian, some unexpected things happened and I had to clean my apartment."

He straightened out his glasses, if Lucian was able to notice, there was a bandage wrap around, and some was even peeking out from under his shirt. looking at Lucian, emmiting a sigh he shook his head.

"I can tell that, and about the bet, there have been some complications concerning what you would have gotten since you won."

Notice 'would have' gotten.

Oh, Lucian noticed. And his hands shot up, deftly buttoning his collar the whole way up. WIth the scar hidden, he felt less vulnerable. Though, with that, any trust or of the sort vanished for Alice.

The expression in his eyes changed. He was enraged and he saw Alice as nothing better than dirt at the moment. He made him go for a week and what did he get? Nothing. Lucian hated to be played for a fool.

He saw the bandages, but at this point, he didn't care. "Whore." The demon leaned forward to whisper that into his ear, invading his space, but after that, he reinforced the original ten feet between them."So you make me do the bet for your amusement and call it off? Real integrity. You would have made a better demon."

Needless to say, Lucian was angry and upset with the angel. Also, he began to be something similiar to hidden land minds. Step on the wrong place, hidden as it might be, you might only have an eyeball left.

Alice didn't care at this moment he simlpy shrugged, "Call me what you want Lucian, I didn't decide this, Verkur did." He sneered, "It's ironic though, I was raised by a demoness, remember?

Alice walked up to Lucian, staying about five feet away, he narrowed his eyes, "Speaking of Verkur, he'd like to talk to you."

He sighed, running his hand through his long bangs. A shake of the head, he was least to say somewhat nervous. What if Lucian did decide to attack him? Let's hope he'd be able to out run him, feeling exasperated he dropped his hands to his sides, screw it.

He examined a picture of Aphrodite, then shook his head, the other wasn't ataking this well and he wasn't going to risk his neck or worse. He gave a sigh ad turned, heading back the way he came.

"Then I no longer consider you an angel, but a demon like me." Except, he felt he ranked higher on the level of being nice. Alice, Alice had no consideration for ANYONE. This angered Lucian to the very pit of his stomach. It made him sick. Just the sight of Alice made him want to toss his cookies.

Lucian closed up the space between them, grabbing a hold of Alice's wrist with his strength that should snap strong bones as if they were mere twigs. "Do you expect to tell me this, make a fool out of me, and leave? I'll give a message your Verkur," Which he spit out like something vile, "Can't ignore." Oh, he wouldn't touch Alice sexually, but he'd be sure to assault him.

Alice glared at the other viciously, "What are you so riled up abuot? It's just sex goddamnit, just sex." Yea. He was about to say something but the pain in his wrist and the other up in his face changed his mind.

Can't ignore? Alice was too busy trying to back up and get his hand out of the other's grip to register what that mean at the moment. It hurt, maybe not as much as Verkur's grip, but it still hurt. He winced and bit his lip, "Let go Lucian."

"Let go, sure thing, doll." He let go of his wrist, but he grabbed Alice by the waist, spinning him and slamming him against the wall. "This must be so-" Roll of the hips, "Much-" A buck of the hips, "Better." Reaching up, he tugged so hard he made the shirt tear off.

"Here's a message for your lover." And to make it painful, he pulled a pen out of his pocket and began scratching onto Alice's shoulder blade his phone number for Verkur, "Tell him to call me if he wants to meet me so bad." He gave a patronizingly gentle kiss over the scratches, smearing blood on his lips. "Consider this as a thank-you."

Alice's head went numb for a moment when his head hit the wall. He pressed hard against the wall, trying to ignore Lucian's movements, even though he gave a whimper. His whole body was already battered enough. He hissed when the other tore his shirt, this is the second time! What the hell is it with ripping his shirt off?

Lucian would have seen quite a few cuts on his back, but they were all wrapped up and there was some gold stains, blood stains seeping through. He bit his lip, there were also quite a few bruises, and it felt like all of his front was bruised. He was /not/ used to feeling this abused.

He controlled himself from making a noise when the other carved his number in his shoulder, but that really hurt. He pressed his head against the wall, Verkur wasn't his lover. he took a shuddery breathe and nodded.

"Fine." It was more of a hiss than actual words, he ignored the kiss. Just to be more of a bitch he sneered, "Your welcome."

"Now go tell your lover I'm ready to meet him."

He took a few steps back, scowling on him, leaving some words for Alice, "I'm ashamed I have to call you a past lover. Ashamed I ever had to meet you. I'm -ashamed- to ever believed that you cared. I NEVER want to see you again. Make a fool once, their fault, Make a fool twice, my fault. You're dead to me, Alice. Nothing but scum." He was -really- upset at Alice. His anger unleashed and if Alice didn't high tail it soon, he'd regret it, "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT RIGHT NOW!"

"If you don't remmber correctly, it was your fault that our relationship had ended. Damn, are you really that dense? I thought I chose smart people to be my lovers."

Alice turned to him, the sneer still on his face. It quickly fell off and was replaced by a scowl, "And just to let you know, he isn't my lover." He gave a huff and ran his hand over his face, he wanted coffee, and lots of it. Too much yelling. Maybe a nap too, he gave a yawn, not bothering to stiffle it.

He leaned forward, giving the other a mock peck on the lips. "Later Schnookie." With a whirl, he was walking off, sauntering was more like it. He was not staying arounf for the fireworks. No way.