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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[satanofpride.livejournal.com]

Belial was Pride and Pride was Belial. Even in the submission, it was matter of wounded arrogance, one that would be avenged in the Hatter’s scheming head, a love so sullied and so conditional that burnt the dark soul of the Satan.

Sie smiled and complied to Lucifer’s wishes, noticing hir companion was silent, observing the exchange.

“Someone who is perfect doesn’t need flattery to adorn his title, my Lord,” Hatter honestly uttered. It wasn’t flattery, it wasn’t a lie, his image was flawless in the demon’s mind. A pedestal no one would reach. “You left us again. Why? You are Hell, Lord. Yet you walk away from it as if it had no value to you.”

It wasn’t an accusation but a statement. Belial wanted to know his reasons.

“Is there perhaps something or someone whose worth surpass your kingdom, your legion of vassals and your hundred of brides?”

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Lucifer knew that Belial was being sincere - for once, that is, to him, sie had always been - but still he found himself intensely disliking the elaborate words directed at him.

Yet the corners of his mouth moved upwards, and he decided to have the demon his answer.

"It does not. It is a task designated to me by God above, and as you know, I have freed myself of his shackles. I am no devil anymore."

He chose not to answer the other question. It was none of Hatter's business, and Lucifer knew sie would gather as much from his silence.