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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The cafe was not quite the place Belial had in mind to take Despair for dinner but it was looking decent enough. The chairs were comfortable and that was a good sign the food would be of a good quality.

The demon was dressed more discreetly than prior, almost in a mocking clerical way with a black, turtle neck t-shirt made of velvet and a long skirt. Over hir red strands rest an Edwardian hat that added to the pious image. The color of hir hair and jester make up were stark contrast with the seriousness of the outfit - a mockery, a pretense of what could never be.

Sie asked a margarita and they served it with those pretty, little umbrellas one could play with, without paying attention to the drink. The flavor was weak, innocent. Sie bit hir own tongue to spice with hir blood and corrupt it.

“Not feeling talkative?” Belial asked, breaking the “ice” on the table, observing the Endless with hir blue eyes. There was something that made the woman physically uncomfortable. Sie studied the surroundings and noticed the bright lights. Ah, the Lady must prefer Darkness. With a perfect grin, Mad Hatter removed hir hand and took out a pair of dark shades from it. “For you,” sie offered them to the lady as if they were a bouquet of flowers.

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Her company is all the demon asks of her? Being wanted is certainly an emotion that Despair rarely, if ever, experiences. Her company is one that is found to be wholly negative. She knows that most would find the company of her eldest sister unpleasant, but there are those few who would find it peaceful. Despair's company, however, is something that a sane being would try to avoid.

She ponders Belial's sanity when sie suddenly whirled around to face the exit of the Cafe. Turning just slightly to focus on the door to the cafe, she narrows her eyes slightly as she feels a strong presence near the area. Dark. Despair is a creature of the darkness. She finds the presence rather pleasant, but Belial's excitement disturbs her.

Lucifer. It is a name known by almost all. Could it be that the former lord of Hell is here? The presence is strong enough to be him, but it is different. Despair cannot quite put her finger on what it is. She stays silent and waits.

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When Lucifer entered to the Cafe, Belial's heart may be beating faster if only for precious moments hir worthless existence made sense, basked in his glorious sight.

Nothing changed. His eyes were cold and repulsed when hir own bored into them, enjoying the intense hatred sie produced within him. The more he loathed Hatter, the more sie would seek his love.

"My Lord~" hir voice wavered, then dropped hir gaze to the floor. "You honor us with your presence."

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Despair is glad that the two angels (fallen or otherwise) had decided to converse among themselves for a while. She is not fond of conversations; the absence of hope is such that even words lose their meaning. At the very least, the exchange sheds light on their relationship. Despair smirks knowingly.

Belial is filled with too much desire for Despair to touch hir but perhaps Lucifer the former lord of Hell will prove to be a better companion. She takes off her hooked ring from her hand and holds it up to the light with two fingers. A hook the perfect size for snagging your heart.

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Despair has never been fond of attention. Even during the rare family gatherings, she prefers to keep to herself unless there are things she needs to say. She knows that Belial introduced her out of courtesy but she honestly prefers it when the two fallen angels were conversing with each other and ignoring her.

In reply to his nod, Despair merely narrows her eyes slightly to Lucifer. Despair knows that the man is definitely the devil, or ex-devil whichever he prefers, but something about him tells her that he is not quite the one she has known. "Were you ever Samael?"

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"Indeed not," Despair replies in a hoarse voice to the Devil. One of the devils, perhaps. She wonders what the Lucifer she knew would say once he finds that there is another like him; another of him. How quaint.

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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The two fallen angels do not seem to mind having her eavesdropping on their serious conversation but Despair does not feel like being driven away anytime soon. She places her hooked ring onto her palm and closes her hand over it, not quite hard enough to hurt herself. If they do not mind her presence then she will keep quiet enough.

Besides, she knows enough about them that their conversation is hardly informative for her. Watching how Belial is boring into Lucifer's eyes, Despair whispers to break the tension, "And so I take it that there are no birdies on a white tower in your Hell."

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That was the answer Belial was waiting for, such full of truth and honesty as if believed it. “Hell is you,” sie pointed out, reasonably. “It may not be the home of your spirit but was your body, flesh and blood spreading across a plane.”

Without Lucifer, Hell was just an empty hole made of darkness. Sie reached for hir drink and toyed with it, swirling the content with fake concentration.

“When your body died, life ended in Hell too.” Sie met his gaze without flinching, proud and defiant. “Lord, there is no one else who can trigger the miracle unless one should be the pretty Messiah for mercy.”

On a lighter note, the demon turned to Despair. “There are birds in the higher layers, and beautiful blue roses. One bred them as a symbol of nobility even in that forsaken land.” They were special, just like Kurai was - pure and strong in a realm of darkness and sin.

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If one were watching closely, one would see how slightly the corners of Despair's lips curl up when Belial meets Lucifer's eyes. Such a grand moment. Despair merely waits as the tension remains between the two beings, listening intently at every word said. The trembling of Belial's jaw is not lost on her, and Despair feels what sie is feeling. She is content.

The confidence is much less pleasant to her. Despair closes her fist around her hooked ring tighter, breaking the skin. The pain is a relief but she is still upset.

It is alright however. Despair knows that Desire is also in this place. Finding her twin will not be hard. For all its cruelty, Desire has tricks enough to keep Despair's mind off the emptiness. Every creature is a creature capable of despair and together with her twin, she will make them desire and ultimately despair.