Belial assumed Despair was shy to the company of others, as if fearing to be uninvited (or perhaps, she knew she wasn’t exactly welcome by the living creatures). Even so, the demon liked her presence, her aura. It was a new experience Mad Hatter would enjoy.
The Hatter put the hat back on the top of hir head, ignoring the glances and gossip. Curiosity and lust, the pride of thinking themselves superior were all tools sie could easily bend to hir will.
“Your company is everything one asks,” replied the Satan, rising hir glass high and uttering merry Cheers before sipping the content.
One moment, the grinning demon was drinking the margarita in blasé unconcern, the other, a shadow crossed hir fair features, depositing the goblet down and standing with a serious semblance.
Belial whirled around, to the exit of the Cafe, focusing on the darkest presence that remained unseen, so overwhelming with negativity yet so noble that made hir body shiver in thrill. Only one could feel that way, paralyzing Hatter with longing. From hir red lips escaped a whisper.
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The Hatter put the hat back on the top of hir head, ignoring the glances and gossip. Curiosity and lust, the pride of thinking themselves superior were all tools sie could easily bend to hir will.
“Your company is everything one asks,” replied the Satan, rising hir glass high and uttering merry Cheers before sipping the content.
One moment, the grinning demon was drinking the margarita in blasé unconcern, the other, a shadow crossed hir fair features, depositing the goblet down and standing with a serious semblance.
Belial whirled around, to the exit of the Cafe, focusing on the darkest presence that remained unseen, so overwhelming with negativity yet so noble that made hir body shiver in thrill. Only one could feel that way, paralyzing Hatter with longing. From hir red lips escaped a whisper.
“Lord Lucifer…?”