a glass of ice water [completed]

[ablindalley]

Character(s): Despair, Belial and Lucifer
Content: Strange meetings.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat, N3
Time: Evening
Warnings: None as of yet.

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[satanofpride]

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.

[ablindalley]

Despair keeps her gaze fixed on Belial, trying to see what it is that the demon wants to get from inviting her for dinner. She cannot see the minds of others like her siblings can. If only Desire were here, it could tell her what it is that Belial actually wants from her. Although, knowing Desire, it would simply decide to take her away from Belial instead. It doesn't like to share. Despair is its twin and that makes her belong to it.

The grin the demon made is perfect, like Desire's. Despair's grin is never perfect. It is skewed with jagged angles everywhere, earning her disgusted winces that mirror the grin itself. Reaching out her hand, she takes the shades from hir hands and observes it for a while before placing it on the table.

"There is nothing I could give to you," she whispers hoarsely. Sie will get nothing worthy to hir from this meeting, Despair can give him nothing sie would find gainful.

[demonlordnomore]

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.

[satanofpride]

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]

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.