a glass of ice water [completed]

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Character(s): Despair, Belial and Lucifer
Content: Strange meetings.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Evening
Warnings: None as of yet.


Despair is uncomfortable, sitting there on the rickety wooden chair. The lights are harsh on her eyes and the loud chatterings of the other customers unpleasant. While most of the other diners do not seem to even notice her presence, they could still feel the coldness echoing within themselves. They laugh louder to drown the echo away and the sound is deafening to her ear.

Belial is half covered by her glass of ice water from her point of view, but still she patiently watches hir in silence. The demon had invited her for dinner. There is a custom among the majority of the mortals that when one asks another out for dinner, there is something more than just a dinner that one wants from the other. Is there anything of her that Belial could possibly want?

Nay, she is Despair. She is not her twin, Desire. There is nothing Belial could possibly desire from such a creature as Despair.

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[ablindalley.livejournal.com]

Despair is glad that the two angels (fallen or otherwise) had decided to converse among themselves for a while. She is not fond of conversations; the absence of hope is such that even words lose their meaning. At the very least, the exchange sheds light on their relationship. Despair smirks knowingly.

Belial is filled with too much desire for Despair to touch hir but perhaps Lucifer the former lord of Hell will prove to be a better companion. She takes off her hooked ring from her hand and holds it up to the light with two fingers. A hook the perfect size for snagging your heart.

[satanofpride.livejournal.com]

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.”

[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

The movement of Belial's company had not gone by Lucifer unnoticed. Her presence was... powerful, to say the least, and he reckoned it had a very unpleasant effect on most people; however, being who he was, he was not affected much. He did feel a bit gloomier than usual, but it was not like he was a generally happy person.

Her strange hook had him wary anyway.

Then they were introduced by Hatter, ever playing the role of the all too pleasantly suave jester. Lucifer nodded to show his aknowledgement.