a glass of ice water [completed]

[ablindalley.livejournal.com]

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 has never been fond of attention. Even during the rare family gatherings, she prefers to keep to herself unless there are things she needs to say. She knows that Belial introduced her out of courtesy but she honestly prefers it when the two fallen angels were conversing with each other and ignoring her.

In reply to his nod, Despair merely narrows her eyes slightly to Lucifer. Despair knows that the man is definitely the devil, or ex-devil whichever he prefers, but something about him tells her that he is not quite the one she has known. "Were you ever Samael?"

[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

"No, that was never my name. Maybe I'm not the one you'd expect to see." He had, after all, been informed that there was another with his name within this realm. By Alexiel, no less. This could prove interesting after all; the idea of another like him managed to mildly intrigue him. Which was just as well, an eternity in a city of boredom was definitely not in his favour.

[satanofpride.livejournal.com]

Sama El.

Poison of God.

A name nearly as bad as hirs. Poor soul who was baptized by such obvious misfortunate nomination.

The demon tsked aloud and shook hir head, glancing back and forth to Despair and Lucifer. “Lord’s old name was Lucifael. Fair name for a noble soul and an exalted heart.” Opposite to Belial, always so contrasting. “Sit, please, Lord of mine,” Mad Hatter insisted, bowing deeply and taking off the hat, hand motioning to an empty chair. “There are politics to discuss.”