Belial frowned at Lucifer’s negative to return. Sie was offended he considered them God’s puppets and that they stayed together due to their assigned roles. It was because they needed Hell to be restored and only he could do that. Perhaps he’s completely heartless, sie thought, feeling the phantom of Despair’s hook in hir heart.


Despair!

Whirling, Belial graced the Endless an apologetic smile and cleared hir throat, masking the seriousness under the heavy make-up and the identity of Mad Hatter. “Pardon this Jester for bringing up such unsavory subject to the table, Lord, Lady,” sie piped, gesturing with hir hand toward the woman that had been a traveling companion. “Lord Lucifer, this is Despair.”