Modeus decided she knew just how to take the Slayer's mind off the fact he couldn't meet his family. Show him the good he was doing for the world. Sure, he did get to see some rebuilding. But more was happening as well. Mainly, the Slayerists. Worship of him had given many people hope after such a disaster. Moreso when they realized what he wanted out of them. Even the older, more established religions wanted to give him a place amongst their saints, prophets, and more. But even simple things too, might ease his mind. And she knew JUST what would work. Surely it had been a long time for him. She went to his room, to find him doing something scientific she didn't fully understand, but looked like he was helping with vim reactor problems. "I have an idea to take your mind off of the stress of things," she says, sitting in his lap and wiggling around, to get a reaction out of him. Oh how she wondered what he was like in that department. "Take me, now."
"Normally, I would buy you dinner first," he answers with a chuckle. "But according to the schedule we run the Fortress on, it's not dinner time. Lunch?" He asks, trying to think of a place. Which he didn't fully expect to think of somewhere good. After all, who knows what was open, what wasn't, and moreso, what they had on this Earth. And the whole fact he wanted to hide who he was, when he wasn't on Earth as the Slayer. "Issue is where."
Modeus blushed at the idea of something as lewd as a date. But she was also surprised. She was totally expecting him to take her, right then and there. Though maybe he was also old fashioned? Oh, how the hearts around her went wild at the idea of a date. Or even holding his hand. That would be surreal, considering what those hands have done in the past. There was an excitement to it, A submissive streak that wanted to bare itself before someone so powerful. After all, he was a god to many. But she also saw his issue. He wouldn't have a clue where a good date could happen. "I happen to know about this one place with good burgers, or so I've heard," she says, and he nods. She decides to head back to her room to change. Something casual, she thinks, if it's just a lunch. Short skirt, t shirt that hugs the curves nicely, and to be naughty, she went commando. Not that anyone had to know. She meets up with the Slayer, as usual in cargo shorts and and a t shirt that said "Good night, Hell Knights." Oh, we should probably take him shopping for clothes one day, She thinks. He doesn't exactly have a fashion sense. Though that is understandable for 2 reasons. A being he doesn't want to show off, B being he's worn nothing but armor for the past few millennia. Oh, and as a third reason... And she had to giggle a little internally at this reason, he's a man. Men don't always have the best fashion sense. They only dress up when they need to. "I'm ready to go. Also as the lust demon," she explains to him, "I have some powers that can help keep the eyes off of us. Different than what others would have." She says with a smile. "Means the hammer doesn't always have to come out," she explains, and he nods.
They were at the burger place Modeus had mentioned, in San Diego. For a reason unknown to the Slayer, every time someone glances in their direction, their eyes seemed to glaze over, before they turned away. "If you don't mind me asking...what exactly are you doing?" He asks in between bites.
"Part of being a lust demon involves seduction-based...persuasion, of sorts. With the right pheremones, I can divert attention. Or attract it. I can even make them obey as well," she admits with a smile. "So nobody's noticing anything. It works best however, when we're careful about what we say and do. Saying out loud what you do, when it's the one thing I'm doing this to prevent, would strain it. But if you want to ask if I can pick and choose, well, yes and no. I can either single them out, or do it en masse," she explains. "Even you are under effects. Or rather, you're within the area of effect. It's just that you're so strong minded, so willful..."
"I'm immune," he continues with a smile. "I bet that'll become a theme. That you all can do things, but not to me, because of...who I am." He says with a chuckle.
"Nor would we WANT to. You're...too good at what you do," she admits with another chuckle. To tease him a bit, or at least try, she brushed a napkin onto the floor, making it look like an accident. "Mind if you get that?" She asks, and when he bends down, uncrosses her legs, and recrosses them the other way, making sure he got a good look. When he comes back up, he's smirking.
"My my. I see your basic instincts have taken a hold of you," he says as he puts the napkin on the table. At first Modeus was confused. But then after a bit of thinking, realized what he really meant. "Movie lover much?" She asks. "We could go see one. Makes me wonder...how many will come out, about all of this? About ordinary soldiers who fought in the Great Demon War, as they're calling it? After all, war stories are always popular. Though a lot will want to be about..." she pauses for a bit, and then proceeds in a whisper. "Him." The Slayer nods, understanding why she's referring to him in the third person. "Especially his story. More might end up...converting to Slayerism, especially if they think he's the second coming."
He sighs for a bit. "I don't think so. Jesus and the Slayer are too different. Former preaches about peace and love, the latter...is quite the opposite. It's almost as if..." He perks up, as an idea comes to him. "He is the Unchrist. Not the Antichrist, that word carries the wrong connotation. But Unchrist? That could fit," he explains, secretly eager to see her reaction.
"Unchrist..." Modeus says, trying the word out. "That actually seems to fit. It would take some debating though." Soon after, they finish eating, and a waitress comes over to bring the bill, looking at them strangely, as if she suspects something. "I've got this," Modeus says, staring hard into the waitress's eyes. "There's nothing special about us, we're just another couple," she says in what seems to be a hypnotic voice, the hearts around her changing, especially the ones in her eyes, shifting and changing colors in a hypnotic fashion.
"You're just another couple," she repeats in a monotone voice, seeming to be fully under Modeus's spell.
"You will comp our—" Modeus is about to say, but then feels a glare upon her that could only be from him. Clearly, he didn't want her going overboard. "Nevermind. We will pay," she says, as the Slayer hands over the card. Once the waitress leaves, Modeus looks at him. "Sorry!" She says, a bit quietly, almost in fear. He responds by doing something that to Modeus, was considered VERY lewd. He held her hand. Her face starts to heat up, and she almost loses control over her spell.
"It's ok," he says, now stroking her hand with his thumb. His hand seemed so...big, compared to hers. So warm. And who knows what that hand had done. She could feel herself blushing, but not just her face. The lewdness of the situation to her was causing a different warmth to build up as well. She struggled to keep her breathing under control, all while he rubbed her hand. And his eyes just seemed...warm. Friendly. If she didn't know the truth, she'd have never have been able to know who he really was.
"Something wrong?" He asks, while holding her hand, a look of concern on his face. It was almost too sweet. Why does she have to feel like this around him? She had suspected Lucifer was in full on love. W-was she headed down that path? She squirmed a bit in her seat.
"N-nothing!" She says a bit on the loud side, trying to hold in her desire to moan. She thought she was being subtle, but she saw his eyebrow raise, and a smirk grow.
"Should I...keep going?" He asks quietly. "And if yes, here?" She ponders for a bit, then nods. He continues stroking the back of her hand, with the flat of his thumb, all while she continues to squirm.
"It makes me wonder," she says during her pauses to not moan, though her tail was showing plenty of emotion there. "When you were...abroad, did you...meet a lot of girls?" She asks.
He could tell what she meant by abroad, and smiled. "I didn't always get the chance. But I'm sure they would've wanted to. I mean, a foreigner from a place nobody knows, battle hardened, who only gets even better..." He smiles, as now his fingers intertwine with hers. She responds with deeper breaths from the lewdness of it all. He also had to admit, having to talk in a way others wouldn't understand without context did have an appeal to him.
"Th-there's a church nearby," Modeus says quietly while panting. "O-of the Slayer. It might be worth it to check it out." She continues to squirm. Soon...it will finish. Oh how lewd it was, having her hand held, in public. But soon, very soon, unless he really was a pervert, and sadist, it would end. She could feel her moment coming soon.
"That...would be interesting to check out. I have always been curious what it's like," he says, still stroking her hand. "Is...it going to happen soon?" He asks. "Do you want it to happen, out here? Or...in the bathroom?" He says, almost whispering. Her gaze seems to focus, as if to say she's not going anywhere. And she doesn't, as the pleasure overwhelms her, and she crosses her legs tighter, moaning into her hand quietly as it all comes out.
"Thank you," she says quietly, and soon after, the waitress comes back with the card, and they leave. "Luckily...I can do other things with my abilities. Let's just say, there's no mess."
"Good to know. I'm surprised you got so worked up," he says with a chuckle. "It's been so long...I may as well have my V-card again."
"Interesting," Modeus says with a chuckle. "Well, I'm sure you could ask any one of us to help. No, we wouldn't mind sharing." She continues with a batting of the eyelashes in a seductive voice.
"Maybe one day," he admits with a grin. "So where's this church?" He asks. She leads him through the streets to something that could pass as a quaint little church, where luckily for them, people seemed to be gathering. The sign out front boasted of a special guest at this service, one of the "Heralds of Doom."
"They do let anyone in. I can lay it on thick, to make sure we're not noticed. Even if I explain things during the middle of service." She explains. "No idea who this 'Herald' is supposed to be. But...it should be interesting for you."
Just then, both of them seem to get an idea. "It's like ancient Greece. Back then, the gods visited humans in disguise. So if someone was mean to a guest that came to their door, the result was all the bad stuff upon you." He says, Modeus mentioning that's what she was thinking too. "It would help convince people to...behave," she says.
"But not as a threat. I'd prefer it not to. I mean...maybe a little, to those who would harm others. But to the general public, I'd say as proof..." he had to catch himself before he let slip his identity, "that he doesn't just watch from on high. But watches from amongst them. To help get a view from their level." He continues. "A mix of watching from on high, and one of the people." Modeus nods as they head inside, and find a seat in one of the pews. He notices the stained glass everywhere, showing himself in various poses, fighting various demons. As well as his mark. It looks overall like Sentinel architecture, but less grand. A cheaper, more human feel. He approved, as it seemed like it was the best they could do. And the people attending seemed mostly the poorer kind. Lots of military too, what seemed like both active duty, and retired veterans.
Soon enough, everyone else was settled in. The preacher took the stand. "Welcome, one and all. Welcome as we continue to learn the ways of the Second Savior. We prayed my brothers and sisters. We prayed that He was watching. And lo and behold, he was. He answered us, and He fought back Hell. But then, He did more than that. Through His Chosen, He has helped us rebuild. He has let us know He watches over us, as we give thanks every Doomrise. He has given us the simple instructions to live by. He has Risen!" Wait a minute, he sounds familiar. But then he realizes it, especially with the early lines. He was a street prophet. One he had heard before his latest adventure. Everyone gets up to greet each other, then sits back down. There's a few prayers, thanking him for saving them from Hell, and for watching over them, and so on. Then a passage was read from the Doom Bible, one about the Betrayer. Overall lesson being to not betray the living for the sake of the dead, among other things. There was a soldier that officially "vowed to uphold the laws of the Slayer and to protect humanity" as they called it, via "the Slayer's annointment," which itself turned out to be a replica of the Divinity Machine, Or at least the sarcophagus part of it, as a baptism, which made the Slayer chuckle. If only they knew the truth. But I do see where they come from. And then later on, the "Herald of Doom" came to speak. A woman with shoulder length brunette hair, brown eyes, glasses, pretty in a kind of librarian way, wearing a lab coat adorned with a fly over a field of black, over what seemed to be something resembling a nun's habit, at least from the neck down, came to the podium, and cleared her throat. "Hello everyone," she says, and the Slayer's eyes go wide upon hearing her voice. Is she...who I think she is? "I am one of the Heralds of Doom, who has seen His works with my own eyes, and was one of the first to witness His power and divinity, after having previously doubted Him. Even now, I continue to work with His Chosen, the Lady Beelzebub, on the mysteries and applications of void matter. I am Dr. Elena Richardson." I have to meet her afterwards. Hopefully she can keep quiet. For he had long been curious about her. He was particularly pleased that her talents as a scientist were not going to waste, as well as her position in Slayerism. She goes on to talk about her experiences with the Slayer, and with "the Chosen, the Lady Beelzebub." She finishes off with another prayer, everyone joining in. Then everyone started to leave, as the service was over.
"That was something," he says, Modeus nodding. "I want to meet her," he says, heading up to the front, having to get in a line. Once it's his turn, he shakes her hand. "I've always been a big fan," he says with a smile. She thanks him, at first not fully looking. But then she looks at his hand. Then up, towards his face. He responds with a smile, a finger over the lips, and a slight shake of the head. Her eyes go as wide as saucers, but she obeys his silent instruction with a nod. "We should meet up sometime, when everyone else isn't around," he says with a smile, and she nods again, seemingly in a daze.
"So that was fun," Modeus says once they've left. "Sort of. Thoughts?"
"Not bad. 'Second Savior' I understand. Fits with the Unchrist theme they've yet to know. It seems they basically want to operate like a standard Christian church, only...to someone else. I do hope they get it right though. Religions have done some bad things in the past. I hope these guys behave." He says, with a look of concern. Modeus could see in his eyes that while a religion wasn't something he asked for, if it went bad, he'd feel VERY sour about it. She comforts him in the best way she knew how, as lewd as it was. A hug, which he returns.
"And it seems you're hitting it off with Dr. Richardson," Modeus purrs with a giggle. "Going to take her on a date?"
"Maybe. Not sure yet," he answers. "Shall we head back?" He says, as they make their way somewhere secluded, to open a portal and return home.
Back amongst the others, Modeus tells them all about what happened, to much amazement. "Oh my," Lucifer says. "Sensitive one aren't you?," she continues, looking at Modeus's hand. "And you actually got to meet Dr. Richardson. We've always been curious about her. And a possible date huh? Well, I somewhat understand. In some ways, she is the poster child for going from non-believer, to worshipper. I can understand all his concerns though." she admits.
Judgement pipes up. "I suspect another issue? Morality. He WANTS to make sure he's doing the right thing, even in the face of adversity. But deep down, even he is unsure. But we can help. We SHOULD help." she continues, with a bit of a flourish.