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If Theodore had an inkling that Vincent was the one behind the recent high-profile murders, he wouldn't hesitate to tell Lucifer that. As dearly as he'd loved Vincent, he wasn't going to sit back and allow him to murder his current boyfriend-- or him. He was high-profile and famous with immense power. He knew he was possibly targeted by this mysterious murderer too, so if he thought that was Vincent, he'd say so to protect himself.
But he wouldn't even contemplate that. Vincent was a soul (he thought) and they couldn't inflict any damage of the demons. Thus, Vincent wasn't even in his mind. He simply thought some rogue, deranged demon was thirsty for power, and despite the scary murders, he wasn't too scared. He had never been scared since he became the way he was, and he wasn't going to start worrying now.
If he had once disobeyed Satan himself, he wasn't going to worry about the threat that potentially was against him.
Besides, he liked hearing all the gory, gruesome details of the murders, and as soon as Pearl spoke up, his eyes lit up again and he leaned forward with his black-painted lips pulled into a macabre grin.
"Oh, do tell me more. Skinned alive, eh? Lucy loves this sort of gory stuff. It's like foreplay. I tell him some horror stories, and then we end up having sex. He's so fucked up," the demon purred, motioning the bartender to refill his drink. "Come and sit, Pearl. Tell me more. Don't skip out on the details. I'm a big boy, I can handle them."
But he wouldn't even contemplate that. Vincent was a soul (he thought) and they couldn't inflict any damage of the demons. Thus, Vincent wasn't even in his mind. He simply thought some rogue, deranged demon was thirsty for power, and despite the scary murders, he wasn't too scared. He had never been scared since he became the way he was, and he wasn't going to start worrying now.
If he had once disobeyed Satan himself, he wasn't going to worry about the threat that potentially was against him.
Besides, he liked hearing all the gory, gruesome details of the murders, and as soon as Pearl spoke up, his eyes lit up again and he leaned forward with his black-painted lips pulled into a macabre grin.
"Oh, do tell me more. Skinned alive, eh? Lucy loves this sort of gory stuff. It's like foreplay. I tell him some horror stories, and then we end up having sex. He's so fucked up," the demon purred, motioning the bartender to refill his drink. "Come and sit, Pearl. Tell me more. Don't skip out on the details. I'm a big boy, I can handle them."