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,

[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

[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

[ablindalley]

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.

[satanofpride]

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."

[demonlordnomore]

So the Mad Hatter had not changed. Not that Lucifer had expected hir to. And he supposed the whole familiar disgust was better than nothing in this strange place, that, in its complete lack of life, seemed eerie even to him.

So he looked down upon Hatter who so demurely - hah! Sie hadn't learnt anything from being Pride, after all - had lowered her gaze to the floor.

But he had also noticed the other person sitting at the same table, had recognized her to be that foreign yet well-known presence he had taken notice of at first. It was obviously a female and by human as well as angel's standards nothing short of hideous. Yet Lucifer could immediately see why Hatter seemed to enjoy her company enough to be sitting here with her now.

Lucifer gave her a curt nod, then turned back to his ever faithful, lowly servant. "Belial. Spare yourself the flattery."

[satanofpride]

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?”

[demonlordnomore]

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.

[ablindalley]

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.

[satanofpride]

Belial frowned at Lucifer’s negative to return. Sie was offended he considered them God’s puppets and that they stayed together due to their assigned roles. It was because they needed Hell to be restored and only he could do that. Perhaps he’s completely heartless, sie thought, feeling the phantom of Despair’s hook in hir heart.

Despair!

Whirling, Belial graced the Endless an apologetic smile and cleared hir throat, masking the seriousness under the heavy make-up and the identity of Mad Hatter. “Pardon this Jester for bringing up such unsavory subject to the table, Lord, Lady,” sie piped, gesturing with hir hand toward the woman that had been a traveling companion. “Lord Lucifer, this is Despair.”

[demonlordnomore]

The movement of Belial's company had not gone by Lucifer unnoticed. Her presence was... powerful, to say the least, and he reckoned it had a very unpleasant effect on most people; however, being who he was, he was not affected much. He did feel a bit gloomier than usual, but it was not like he was a generally happy person.

Her strange hook had him wary anyway.

Then they were introduced by Hatter, ever playing the role of the all too pleasantly suave jester. Lucifer nodded to show his aknowledgement.

[ablindalley]

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?"

[demonlordnomore]

"No, that was never my name. Maybe I'm not the one you'd expect to see." He had, after all, been informed that there was another with his name within this realm. By Alexiel, no less. This could prove interesting after all; the idea of another like him managed to mildly intrigue him. Which was just as well, an eternity in a city of boredom was definitely not in his favour.

[satanofpride]

Sama El.

Poison of God.

A name nearly as bad as hirs. Poor soul who was baptized by such obvious misfortunate nomination.

The demon tsked aloud and shook hir head, glancing back and forth to Despair and Lucifer. “Lord’s old name was Lucifael. Fair name for a noble soul and an exalted heart.” Opposite to Belial, always so contrasting. “Sit, please, Lord of mine,” Mad Hatter insisted, bowing deeply and taking off the hat, hand motioning to an empty chair. “There are politics to discuss.”