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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[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

Lucifer remained still for a moment, observing the Hatter's actions. Sie certainly had a way with words, but he knew his path; they both did. They were only beating around the bush here.

His lips opened slightly and his tongue touched his teeth, before smoothly starting to engage in actual speech. "Wasn't my answer clear enough? I said I won't go back."

Some had likened his eyes to icicles which buried themselves within a person's soul. At any rate, his unwavering gaze met Belial's to signify that the conversation was done with; even though the true purpose of his refusal was not the obvious one, but he reckoned Belial was able to discern that by now: the fact that he wanted her to stand on hir own two feet.

Sie would not be receiving his real or imagined support, and that was also the reason why he didn't dwell on anything else mentioned.

[satanofpride.livejournal.com]

It happened. Belial felt Despair’s presence when Lucifer’s icy gaze met hir determinate one. It was cold and lonely, as trapped in a world full of hir own broken mirrors. It was worse than be worthless but actually having worth, shaking the comfortable role Mad Hatter had deluded hirself to play.

There was no more need to play a clown when, deep down, the Satan of Pride ruled them all.

Hir jaw trembled and hir eyes were cast down, weakly assenting. “As you say, Lord Lucifer,” replied Belial with an absent voice. “One will carry on alone. No, one always did it, didn’t it?” Sie smiled at last, sensing something that had never experienced before: confidence.

It felt… so different to arrogance and vanity. More fragile yet fulfilled.