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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[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

He'd been walking uncounted miles now, deciding to follow the streets before him and what little glimpses he may catch of an angelic presence. He was pretty certain now that Alexiel was hiding from him. Normally he'd leave her alone if she wanted to be, but in addition, he also had a faint feeling that she wasn't feeling too well, and now that the Creator was no more, her well-being had become his utmost priority.

A new feeling entered his consciousness quite suddenly, a sense of familiarity that was almost overwhelming, almost, for there was nothing that could affect he who ruled all things evil quite so strongly. Not that Lucifer was ultimate evil anymore, not that he had ever been. He merely fancied making fun of that status that had been appointed to him against his own will - to cover up the bitterness that he'd first known in that moment. Alexiel had been right. She always was, at least in all things concerning him.

Now this new feeling was certainly interesting. Upon humans, the influence could have inflicted something like... the word was on his tongue. Despair. He turned his head in the direction where the odd presence originated and found there a Café, obviously going by the name of "Ersesat".

And, ah, of course, why was it he hadn't noticed the other presence before, the one that was so infinitely familiar to him - far more than he liked? Had his senses become less astute after all? He'd have to be wary.

But there it was, incarnation of all things rotten and base, given by God the oddly fitting name of "Worthless" - Belial.

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Belial assumed Despair was shy to the company of others, as if fearing to be uninvited (or perhaps, she knew she wasn’t exactly welcome by the living creatures). Even so, the demon liked her presence, her aura. It was a new experience Mad Hatter would enjoy.

The Hatter put the hat back on the top of hir head, ignoring the glances and gossip. Curiosity and lust, the pride of thinking themselves superior were all tools sie could easily bend to hir will.

“Your company is everything one asks,” replied the Satan, rising hir glass high and uttering merry Cheers before sipping the content.

One moment, the grinning demon was drinking the margarita in blasé unconcern, the other, a shadow crossed hir fair features, depositing the goblet down and standing with a serious semblance.

Belial whirled around, to the exit of the Cafe, focusing on the darkest presence that remained unseen, so overwhelming with negativity yet so noble that made hir body shiver in thrill. Only one could feel that way, paralyzing Hatter with longing. From hir red lips escaped a whisper.

“Lord Lucifer…?”

[demonlordnomore.livejournal.com]

He couldn't hear anything Belial said from outside the Café, but now he saw hir clearly through the window at which sie sat - and he could read from hir lips that sie'd said his name, would have felt hir noticing him even without seeing. In fact, they'd gotten more or less comfortable with each other over the years, no matter how much he despised hir nature or how much sie longed for him - something that he had made clear would remain unrequited until the end of time. But the circumstances were set and he knew he could rely on hir.
So for an answer, he decided to give her a small smirk, because he was feeling a bit generous, if nothing else, and then he entered the Café.