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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.
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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Despair lifts her glass of ice water with cold stubby fingers and takes a sip of cold water. The Lucifer who was once called Samael, who is still called Samael at times, would appreciate the tsk Belial gave in reply to the name. It would be interesting to see the two fallen angels meet. Despair smirks to herself and muses about how delighted Desire would be to hear the news she has to bring.
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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."
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“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.