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My choice is set in stone.

[Alucard thinks of the story from the Speakers. That alone was not the reason why he was certain, but it certainly did reinforce what he would do.]

No matter how I might feel, my mother loved humanity's potential. If nothing else, I would do it for her memory.

[Kira is quiet for a moment then, thinking on that. Alucard was going to fight for humanity, for his mother's sake. He nods after a moment, seeming pretty satisfied with that answer. Even if humanity isn't great to him, he won't let it die out. At least, not this time.]

Hey, if you ever have a hard time with it all, remember that your mother wasn't the only one like her. And won't be, in the future. Humans who will see you and others like you for who you are, not what you are.

[He pauses for a moment then, rubbing at his chin.]

I never told you about my father, did I? Well, Kira's father. Your story of your mother reminds me of him, and of why I chose to stay... as Kira... for a little longer.

[Slowly, Alucard goes to sit next to Kira once again. He isn't sure that he quite agrees with Kira, but he doesn't vocalize it.

Instead, he wants to understand how much he loves the humans.]

No. But I would listen. [The voice is more encouraging than usual, definitely not really sober anymore.]

[Kira leans on Alucar just as soon as he can, feeling pretty comfortable with him like this. He wonders for a moment how it must be for Alucard, who is only 19, with a possible eternity ahead of him. How long it has been since Lucifer was actually so young. He must have also felt that those years of his life would never end, that everything would be the same forever.]

Kira was only seven years old, when his mother and he died. It was a car crash. She was gone instantly, but he hung on, long enough to make a deal with me.

"What would you do", I asked him, "If you were to live through this?"

He told me he wanted to read, and that he wanted his father to hate him. Because he would die young, even if I were to take his body, and he didn't want his father to have to suffer the loss of another loved one.

[Kira looked up to Alucard then, still leaning on him a little.]

Oh, I did it all. I'm the Devil, you know? Drinking, smoking, drugs, sleeping around, sometimes with prostitutes, even. Joined a gang, got into fights with him as often as I could. I even confessed to a murder, and when he came to see me in a cell, I told him his son was dead.

He was dead and I was a monster who took his place. Because it was true, and because I hoped it would hurt enough to get him away. He had a business trip in Hong Kong, and Tokyo was going to be destroyed... Found him lying in the rubble a few hours later. He'd canceled his flight because he 'had a feeling that if he went he'd never see his son again.'

[Kira seemed a little stiff at that, and wiped at his face, DEFINITELY not crying.]

Stupid, right?

Ten years and I fuckin' go soft. Keepin' a buncha druggies alive, tryin' to save my human father. It ain't even like I got laid out of it.

[Despite his inebriation, Alucard listens diligently, his golden eyes wide and curious. As the story goes, his expression softens more.

He has so many questions about Kira, but the more he hears, the more he feels like he understands.

Gently, he presses his palm to Kira's cheek and presses his lips to his temple.]

You're so sentimental. [The words are not out of criticism, but softness, almost admiration.]

Ey!

[Kira protests, but not like... physically. He lets it happen but pipes up as if he minded. It's obvious he doesn't.]

You'd be sentimental too, if it was the first time you'd felt anything in centuries!

I imagine you're probably right.

[Still, Alucard is smiling warmly at Kira, almost as if he's a little proud of him.]

I'm glad you had that. Even just for awhile.

[Kira sighs at that, pouting a little. Alucard had gotten into his big gooey warm center. Gross.]

It was nice. Was kinda hoping to keep it up for a bit, while I was here. [He pauses, raking a hand through his hair as he dispels his glamour, four black wings manifesting at his back as his hair grows a couple of inches. It's obvious that his face is a little older, more tired, and there's a large, dark scar over his left eye.]

When I go back- if I go back- it's back to the pit for me.

[Seeing the glamour fade willingly is odd, but mesmerizing as the wings unfurl, hair grows out, and the way he looks so much more tired. Aged.

Alucard places his hand to Lucifer's wrist.]

Is there a need for you to?

['Is there a need for you to?' A good question. He's debated simply not going back, of course.]

Yes. There's nothing left in the material world for me. Besides, I think I'll need to put the Satans back in line.

There is much to clean up after a bloody revolution.

[The look Alucard holds is pure sympathy; how nice it would be for both of them to turn their backs on their respective duties.

But he could not convince him any more than he could convince himself.]

Can you not leave after that is done?

[Oh, he's certain Lucifer would have left if it were so simple. It's a pointless grasp, wanting better for him.

Ridiculous, probably, to want better for the Devil. But he understands that more than any dedication to God.]

[Lucifer laughed at that. It was kind of cute, how Alucard seemed to be trying to find a solutions for Lucifer's plight, as if he had not thought of them himself. He pauses then to get another drink.]

Oh, I could. But why? [He leans up, pulling away from Alucard in order to face him, then placing his hand on Alucard's cheek.]

I can't be Kira anymore, not once I leave here. The one I love is inside the soul of a young man who loves another, and is happy with her... and my greatest regret; I had to kill my best friend, in order to assure victory.

There is nothing for me there. I will return to my throne instead. [At that, he leaned in to press a light kiss to Alucard's neck as his fingers ran through his hair. A gift, if you will.]

[Alucard's brows knit as he watches Lucifer's face. How difficult that must be; he himself has been close to others, but to have the Devil's heart dedicated to someone must be such an immense love.]

Lucifer--

[He pauses at the fingers in his hair, then at the kiss along his throat. Alucard's brows raise, but he doesn't react poorly; as if he could comfort Kira, he'd already pressed his lips to his head before.

Still, he does look a tad flattered. Not necessarily embarrassed or akin to a blushing maiden, but he doesn't mind what he assumes to be affection.]

Then I hope you have as much time as possible to enjoy your humanity as long as you can.

[If that's what brings him joy.]

[Lucifer wasn't going to tell him. Alucard was just going to have to find a surprise new tattoo on his neck when he notices himself in a mirror sometime. Probably? He gives a little chuckle, enjoying his little secret for now.]

I'm not worried about it, either way. I've had a long life so far, and have plenty of life yet to go. Maybe infinite life. I'm sure I will have another chance at happiness.

[He wasn't certain, but there was a chance. There's always a chance.]

One must live in the present, isn't that right?

[The laugh is odd, but he doesn't catch on for the moment. That just means Kira will enjoy an annoyed message later.]

I still wish it for you.

[The question gives him pause.]

I'm not the best person to respond to that.

[Lucifer gave a sigh at that, leaning up against Alucard once more and bringing his new bottle to his lips once more, thinking to himself, silently.]

Do you really think so? I'd think of all people, you must live in the present the most. You already know what the future holds, after all, so as much as you'd like to plan for it, you cannot waste time worrying about it.

You have to use your time wisely.

[His free hand reaches up behind him in order to take hold of Alucard's hair as he smiles, feeling it's texture. What a pretty man. It was criminal that he was so pretty, so young, and yet so preoccupied with fate and all of that. He was so stern. If he were not a dhampir, Lucifer would worry that he was going to wrinkle early.]

Not that I mean you have to continually work, of course. Time is precious, and once it is gone, it never comes again. Do not give it all away.

[There is no refusal to how Lucifer leans up against Alucard. Instead, the dhampir sighs and presses his cheek against the top of his head. It feels nice to do this, and he's admittedly more open about affection when he's had his fill of alcohol in his way.]

I suppose I felt that I thought so much of the past, of what happened.

But perhaps you are right.

[And he can't always waste his time. He has to throw everything he can to return to Wallachia in time.

Alucard sighs, sounding content at the fingers in his hair.]

It would be easier to determine if I were not here. I must do everything possible to find my way back.

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