The day done, Eren escorted Lucifer back to his abode.
Something about really, really wanting to show Eren around. He knew that Lucifer was the type to get off to showing others how great he is. Double points for showing it off to Eren.
In truth Eren had limited choices, go to the afterparty with the dusk rose idols. He would rather jump of a cliff than drink and... mingle with strangers. Or follow Lucifer, accept his offer of a place to sleep for the night.
A large apartment building; One of the taller structures in the 17th ward. Lucifer managed to grab one of the highest apartments on the top floor. Of course, none of this was earned.
"How did you afford this place?" Eren followed behind, a little curious about the wealth of the blonde reaper.
"Oh, you know me, just flashed a little charm and smiled." Lucifer gave said wide smile.
He had found some exploit or trick, and was now staying in an expensive penthouse for free. Always the cheeky one. Eren didn't want to pry further. Probable that he has hundreds caught in some form of web of his own.
Entering the apartment, Eren was met with an empty abode. Not a single couch nor a TV. Just large pane windows that let in the lights of the ward, a plethora of colours that would keep anyone awake.
"Why is it empty?" Eren asked of the barren apartment.
"Why do I need all this space filled when all the fun is in my room."
Though the room was brimming with everything that belonged out of the room.
Elegant bookshelves filled with his favourite tomes and stories. Artwork that adorned the walls, lavish and picturesque. Even that abomination of a portrait of Lucifer and Eren followed him from deaths realm and hung above the massive king-sized bed that strangled whatever floor room it had.
'Somethings never change.' Not the ugly mismatched abomination that was Lucifers home in the land of the dead but a bit tamer. Not as free here to impose his whims.
"Do you have a guest bedroom-"
"Oh, nonsense this bed is big enough for the both of us. Besides we used to share all the time-"
"That's because you never gave me another room."
"Hmmm? I don't seem to recall such a request."
That dumb look as Lucifer tilted his head with absent-minded eyes.
Those furrowed brows were going to turn to iron by weeks end. A fact that Lucifer took quick notice of.
"You're so tense little dove. You need to loosen up, how about I do that thing you like? You can tell me all that troubles you." Lucifer wiggled his fingers at Eren.
Another talent to add to his catalogue. He gave a very, very good massage.
When Eren first trained; a body often savaged by trauma on the daily. It was Lucifer who healed through touch. Something about a Reapers body regenerating faster than any humans.
Sometimes it would squish and contort muscles together by the common chance the muscles restored improperly. Physical touch could allow the body to continue along its merry way.
Or this information came exclusively from Lucifer; who in all likelihood made it all up and just wanted an excuse to touch his toy.
"Mmmm..." Eren paused. For once that blonde's words were backed up by feat. Fake or not it did the job for Eren.
"Why are you even on Earth Lucifer? I though Gabriel was going to keep a short leash on you?"
"Oh that... Well, Eren, ever since you left to the land of the living, many have grown restless with the stagnation of the world. And that business with Thanatos; well, that fuelled your kindling into a growing blaze." Lucifer explained, almost excitedly, a smile on that face of the reaper.
"What's wrong with the reapers?"
"They seek entrainment a distraction from that gloomy monotony of the job. So, the heads of each reaper division have agreed that we need to spice things up. Trying to achieve what we built during your time in the land of the dead. Sending me to curate the next best thing..." Pausing to flop onto that massive king's bed that was far too large even for this spacious penthouse.
"Battle idol. Send it back to our undead brothers, sisters and monsters in the afterlife. My goal is to export it for all to enjoy." Pride and arrogance swelled within the blonde reaper.
And why not? He was certainly enjoying the freedom and popularity as of late.
"And Charon. How did you convince him to leave the job he loves so much." Taking a seat at the edge of the king size bed. Eren watched on, listening to Lucifer's story.
"Oh, well, Gabriel said that I'm 'an unrepentant attention seeking menace. With no thought to anyone nor the greater plan' and that I need to be always observed.' Charon offered to watch me and here we are." The ever-infallible Lucifer; completely misunderstanding Gabriel's words and intentions.
To him he was the trailblazer that would lift his fellow brethren out of that depressing realm and into the light. A title that Lucifer was drawn too...
"Sounds about right..." Eren knew what the lead reaper truly meant. Charon would be a leash holder for Lucifer. To keep the reaper from getting too out of hand.
"So, you'll let me borrow Hana?"
"Absolutely. I've grown bored with her anyway."
Everyone really was living in Lucifers world; we are figurines living on his many shelves. Although Eren had his own special display case, above all the rest.
"Well tomorrow I want her to take me to this 'Kaguya Tsuzuki' and get some more leads."
"Hmmmm… My dashing prince on his quest to save the world. But for tonight though, you're mine-"
"Goodnight Lucifer." Eren rolled to the far side of the bed. A night of well-deserved sleep was required. Lucifer would not get whatever he had planned.
Tomorrow would be another hellish day of tracking down this El Rey Sol. An icon that was too far up the chain to even see.
But Eren had to keep climbing, or risk falling into the abyss below.