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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The two fallen angels do not seem to mind having her eavesdropping on their serious conversation but Despair does not feel like being driven away anytime soon. She places her hooked ring onto her palm and closes her hand over it, not quite hard enough to hurt herself. If they do not mind her presence then she will keep quiet enough.

Besides, she knows enough about them that their conversation is hardly informative for her. Watching how Belial is boring into Lucifer's eyes, Despair whispers to break the tension, "And so I take it that there are no birdies on a white tower in your Hell."

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He could tell this was a matter the Mad Hatter was genuinely concerned about. Hell had been hir sanctuary, and later hir home, the only home sie would ever accept.

Lucifer found it amusing that they knew each other so well after all.

However, he didn't care about hir worries, only about his own. He had no intention of returning to Hell too soon.

"Now, Belial, explain to me why exactly it must be I who restores Hell. It wasn't mine to begin with, why should it remain mine for eternity?"

Then, however, he thought of another aspect. "Though if you are so bent on making me return, why don't you look for an exit of this place?"

They were interrupted by a comment of Despair's. He shot her a look and decided to answer. "No, there is no white tower in our Hell, though there are beings which I guess you could call birds."