http://ablindalley.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ablindalley.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-12-24 01:26 pm

a glass of ice water [completed]

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.

[identity profile] demonlordnomore.livejournal.com 2007-01-12 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He looked at his former subordinate with a bit of contempt at the flattery he'd been presented with, once again. Additionally, he didn't even need to ask himself whether sie was asking for it, because, in fact, sie was. At Despair, he only shot a minute glance.

Politics, huh? Lucifer decided he might as well indulge hir; as disgusting as the butterfly was, sie wasn't stupid and a good source of information if need be. So he sat down on the indicated chair and caught Belial's gaze. To the other customers, his rather imposing figure in that fragile chair made a strange sight, but they kept to themselves.

"Speak, then."

[identity profile] satanofpride.livejournal.com 2007-01-13 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Belial waited for hir lord to take a seat and then chose the opposite chair, next to Despair. Crossing hir legs, the demon lit a cigarette and started to smoke to project a less playful, more business like description.

“Hell is instable, my Lord. Sheol needs to be restored,” Mad Hatter explained, not smiling anymore. “I kept Hell from destroying itself for eons and eons. But with the fall of Sheol, it’s hanging of a thread. The only one who I know could fix that decay is you.”

Sie bore hir blue eyes into his cold, grey ones. Sie wasn't expecting pity or a noble act of mercy, just to be himself, Lucifer in this.