For the Love of the Fathers

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer had withdrawn aside from official requests months ago. The angels watched and waited. It wasn't the first time their King had turned his back on the angels to dwell on some matter or another. As weeks turned into a month, and more, they started to whisper. Some had gone to Lucifer and been turned away. He was becoming short tempered, angry, and volatile.

Death listened in silence. He knew the reason but spoke no words of the matter. It was not his place nor did he know what the fallout would be if he spoke, creating a gulf in the family between father and children and between the twins was not something Thnisko wished to be responsible for. And he held silent from the shadows, often seeking out Deet's company to be free of the pain he felt from his father. She asked and he spoke of family problems with no specifics. She understood though and simply seeing a father bearing depression was enough of a reason in her eyes.

Today though when Belial and Lucifer had nearly came to blows in anger over a trifle matter Thnisko knew silence could not stand any longer. He debated internally about who to speak with and who might do the most good. There were things about this situation that required reservation, tact, and an ability to manage Lucifer when he barely wanted company.

Thnisko wondered if Balthazar already knew the situation, and if so, things would be more dire than Death expected. Still, that was who he sought out in the villa. He knew his other father was present. That is where Death headed, steps heavy with worry on many levels.

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[tryingitall]

Balthazar rarely acts concerned, even when he is concerned. His behavior has been very much the same around the Villa. He's done his best to visit Lucifer and offer companionship, but angels don't interact in quite the same way as mortals. A few days, a couple weeks, even a couple months of distraction is a short span when you measure your life in epochs, and while he's worried about Lucifer's well-being, he's convinced he's mostly under stress regarding Heavenly matters, and has concluded the best thing to do is wait to be approached rather than nag him.

He's taken to puttering in the garden of late, not that anything really needs to be done, but it's enjoyable to clear out dead leaves and such and watch the effects of the season with his myriad eyes. That's where Death will find him, leaning against a tree and listening to birdsong overhead.

[thnisko]

Death loves the garden and having this sort of discussion in a place so calm rests his anxiety, if only a little. He reaches out with his mind when he sees the angel so he doesn't startle him while lost in thought.

Their song is not as glad when their master's gone too long. He comments while still approaching but it was innocuous enough to start and perhaps get a feel for what the other angel is aware of. More will come as the winter turns. The reptiles especially."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar hadn't really noticed the approach, but when Thnisko speaks there's a pulse of warmth through his Grace. He's still getting used to the idea that he's the second father to an angel who is so many times his age, but he's taken to both him and Sin quickly, if in slightly different ways. Thnisko's quiet, serious nature reminds him of both Castiel and Anna, and it's not hard to feel affection for him.

"This place is an oasis for them, I suppose, when the weather turns cold." His wings shift, feathers rustling as he moves them aside as if to invite the other angel to sit with him.

"He's...been busy lately, hasn't he? I'm not sure what to do to help with that."

[thnisko]

Death too has grown fond of his second father. He rarely speaks to others, angel or otherwise, but he's found that he enjoys Balthazar's company. Sometimes he thinks it is simply the title of father but others he's sure it is the open, warmth of the angel.

It pleases my father that the come to him for sanctuary. Thnisko slowly makes his way over to feel out where he should sit. I think it fills some of the void left from being separated from our creation.

Death shakes his head and sits close to the other angel, wings shifting to accommodate both of their forms. He's not busy. He might be better off if he was and didn't have so much time to think.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar is usually good company, equally capable of trolling and of tailoring his behavior to another person's comfort zone. With Thnisko, he's happy to chatter about pleasant topics without expecting much response, or to sit and listen in silence. Today, it seems that listening is going to be important, but he unfurls his Grace a little to guide the other angel to a spot near him. Once Thnisko is settled, Balthazar will gently extend a wing as if to shelter him, though the weather is fine and he doesn't really need shade from the sun.

"I was thinking of bringing him some indoor plants as a holiday gift," he says. "But I know nothing I can bring him will really fill the void."

He feels a little jolt of worry when Death speaks again. Not busy? Then what's happening?

"He...hasn't told me anything's bothering him," he says. "I know he has a lot to feel sorrow about, but I was hoping...I don't know. What should I be doing? For him."

[thnisko]

Today Thnisko needs the comfort and leans into Balthazar's shoulder, his own lower wings sliding around the other angel below his spread wings.

Mammon has been negotiating with the alien species here to bring in plants. He might have leads to something Lucifer's never seen. talking about gifts took some of the pressure away. Hearing a declaration of love made the idea of speaking easier.

Death sighs, shifting nervously where he is leaning. It is unusual for him to feel nervous in a one on one scenario. I know what is bothering him. I think he would have talked to someone about it already if he was going to do it willingly.

There's a long pause as the angel pulls off his hat and sets it aside. It's in the way and feels constraining. He fought with Belial this morning. You might have to force him to talk before someone gets hurt. I think you're the only one completely safe from his wrath, even when he's volatile.

[tryingitall]

"Has he?" Balthazar is slightly excited by the idea of bringing Lucifer something he's never seen before. "I haven't talked to Mammon much as of yet. I'll have to fix that."

But the topic at hand is both more important and more concerning. His wing curls a little closer around Thnisko, reassuring. "You take in everything that goes on around here, don't you? That seems to be the way of angels who listen more than they talk."

He squirms, inwardly, at the idea of confronting Lucifer, not because he fears his lover's wrath, but because he's never relished the idea of confrontation with other angels. Battle is different. It's not personal. Still, he doesn't struggle to accept the idea that it might be up to him to do whatever needs to be done here. There are disadvantages to the position he's settling into, but there are advantages, too, and the opportunity to soothe and calm the angels around him is a big one of them.

"Will you tell me what you think it is that's bothering him? I'll be discreet, if you like."

[thnisko]

He is a trader by nature. Death informs the other angel. Mammon is even tempered and easy to get along with, like Belial he is diplomatic.

The topic is coming to the forefront and Thnisko is hesitant about revealing the exact nature of the issue. My hearing makes it unavoidable but I keep privacy for the others.

He wanted to make it clear that he would not unjustly speak of private matters and this was part of his conundrum.

I heard what happened. This was not hearsay but his first hand knowledge. He hesitates and frowns uncertain of how much to say. Finally he settles on something that he feels doesn't overly violate his father's privacy. You know he extended trust to Dorian?

Death asks cautiously and waits for an answer before saying more. Surely, Balthazar can feel his nervousness. Dorian assaulted my father in a way he will not forgive.

It was as delicate a way of putting it without breaching his honor of his father but he expected further questions. If they were direct then he felt comfortable answering with more detail, potentially.

[tryingitall]

"It sounds...burdensome, to hear so much," he says quietly. "But it's good that someone's keeping track."

It doesn't bode well that he says he heard what happened, Balthazar thinks. In an ideal world, perhaps Lucifer would have confided in his son, or perhaps whatever this secret is is too much. He hums in quiet acknowledgement when Death mentions Dorian.

"We talked about him before, you and I. I kept half an eye on him since, when the opportunity arose, but that hasn't happened often. I didn't want to come across as jealous or possessive, but I'll admit, I never really liked the situation." For one thing, pursuing both a father and a daughter struck him as strange; an idea most humans would find uncomfortable, at least, if not outright taboo.

Actually, sometimes he thinks Lucifer's compassion might get the better of him, where mortals are concerned, and was inclined to think such might be the case with Dorian.

The nervousness coming from Thnisko puts him on edge even before he speaks again. And there's a delay in Balthazar responding to the revelation, because the words don't really make sense placed in the order they've been spoken in. Assaulted? How could a human possibly--

But then one of his own memories surfaces, a circle of flames kindled around him, a wave of outrage, fear, betrayal. Holy fire?! He hasn't thought of that incident much since, though he certainly nurses a grudge against the Winchesters for it, and to a lesser degree against Castiel for letting it happen.

Probably, a circle of sanctified oil cast ablaze was not involved here, if such a thing would even be effective against Lucifer, but there are ways. There are always ways. The universe is built with loopholes, tricks, and cheat codes.

"You're implying attempted rape," he says just above a whisper, ignoring the churning of his own Grace for the moment. "Was there magic involved?"

[thnisko]

Belial and I are accustomed to our senses, though he has more opportunity to leave because of Nychta. Death has long since learned to ignore chatter and the normal sounds of a bustling household.

He nods in agreement. I've worried that it would put my father and sister at odds with each other or cause family problems, even if they were accidentally produced.

It felt good to say those words outloud to someone who was in a similar headspace. It takes time for Thnisko who is biting back his own rage. Death feeling this much agitation isn't safe and he knows he must calm. A few breaths and then he speaks.

Yes. I don't know if magic was involved. He admits and then sighs again while leaning into Balthazar. My father was moving toward trusting him and I'm not sure he was willing to wait for him to consent to submission. I think they fought for dominance and control of his person. He won't speak to me about it and I don't dare force it because he's still hurt.

Hurt was probably the best word for the broken trust that rippled out to his questioning of everyone. He can't speak to others. It's weakness and he's a king about to let the opposition into our ranks. I think Dorian blamed him for being assaulted and I think that has added salt to the wound.

[tryingitall]

"Perhaps I should have said something to him sooner," Balthazar says softly, mind and Grace still racing. "If I had asked him to distance himself for my sake..."

Maybe he should have been more jealous, after all, but he wasn't sure it was his place. He rubs the ring on his finger with the opposite hand, distractedly. Well it's damn well about to be his place, now.

He shivers, struggling with his own emotion, then abruptly turns into Thnisko and hugs him closer with wings and arms together, channeling his uncertainty into comfort. "I'm sorry. Overhearing that must have been awful for you, as well. I'm sorry."

His mind fires off in several directions at once. What does this mean for Sin? Is she in danger? Was this kink gone terribly wrong or a violent attempt to dominate and humiliate Lucifer? And if there was magical binding involved, he's going to need to find a counterspell, because even if Dorian never cares to make the attempt again, someone else could use similar knowledge to their advantage.

"I can see the problem," he murmurs after a moment, voice taut with distress. "He can't afford to look weak, but he can't let the news slip out to angels who'd lose their temper on his behalf, either."

Quite frankly, the idea of gutting Dorian is highly appealing to Balthazar right now, but he's still got his saving grace and he's far more worried about healing wounds than making new ones, even in the richly deserving.

[thnisko]

You will drive yourself crazy thinking that way. What is done has come to pass but the future is still malleable. Death had learned to think that was about his own injuries. It was necessary for survival.

Thnisko returns the hug, his own huge wings working thier way into embracing his second father. Deet has taught him a lot about comforting others. He runs hands gently down the other angel's back. Many awful things have happened to my father and he endures. He will find a way to overcome this like the others but now he doesn't have to find his way alone.

Death trusted Balthazar, trusted him to care for thier family and his father when it was needed. Death lets out an agreeable sigh.

Moloch and Beelzebub are the most likely to act rashly. I know the newcomers to the family have had problems with Moloch but never forget he stabbed God in the back when he punished my father to burn. Death knew more about the angel of sorrow than most because he had come when Death had fell to despair after his injuries. He was cruel but there was a hidden compassion or justice deep inside that wouldn't tolerate a breach on this scale. He did instruct me not to tell my sister.

And he understood why. It might break her heart in ways that might be unpredictable and permanent. Is there anything I can do for you before you go to him?"

Death assumes Balthazar will soon be headed to the library where Lucifer bad been spending large amounts of time.

[tryingitall]

It's certainly true that Lucifer has endured suffering beyond anything Balthazar has ever witnessed. But he wasn't here then. It's different when he feels as though he could have been around to prevent it. Thnisko's right, though. Stewing over it won't help any of them.

The hug is nice. He's always been physically demonstrative, but holds back a little sometimes for Thnisko's sake. This is a welcome reassurance, and maybe in days to come it will make it easier yet for them to be close.

"Oh, I believe you about Moloch. I didn't think much of him at first but after what Lucifer's told me...I think I understand better. Not sure he'll ever be friendly with me, but that doesn't matter so much."

He's quiet, but there's a ripple of agreement through his Grace at the comment about Sin. He's worried for her, and that's not going to change, but bringing up this incident really isn't his place. If anyone will have to, it should be Lucifer himself. "Mind you," he adds, "I'll turn every bone in that man's body inside out if he does anything untoward to her."

"...although I imagine I'd be fourth or fifth in line." He takes a deep breath and lets it out. He feels chilled and sick still, but stable enough for a hard conversation.

"If you were me," he asks Thnisko, "would you go for the direct approach or try to coax him into opening up on his own?"

[thnisko]

Death isn't one to wish ill on others, not really. Even those who had hurt him didn't get wrath from him. However, this situation is different. His voice is both uncertain and a little sarcastic. It is wrong to wish it's Astaroth that finds out?

He could imagine a secret keeper chasing someone. He would unravel their lives. The anger gets a little extra tug into the hug. I would procure a bottle of wine and sit out of the way.

Death rarely showed humor but it was an outlet for the pain. My sister and I have three fathers. Birthed by Lucifer and Consort to Beelzebub; their reaction is expected but it could provoke our other father to retribution if she's hurt.

No one wants to think about Belial losing his temper. He leans quietly against Balthazar while trying to imagine what might be the best approach. None seemed right. I think it's more important that you approach how you always would. He's suspicious and anything off might cause him to retreat farther. You're important to him so be yourself.

[tryingitall]

By contrast, Balthazar is painfully slow to anger, but vengeful once he gets there. He's already telling himself not to jump the gun, wait to hear what Lucifer says before fantasizing about doing anything unpleasant--already stomping on the emotional brakes, because once you strike a blow you can't take it back. But he may need to break some things later.

"Astaroth would take his time and be clever...I imagine that would be entertaining to watch from a safe distance. It's always the quiet ones."

Come to think of it, that observation applies to Belial, as well. Balthazar sighs and gives Thnisko one last squeeze before untangling himself, wings and limbs, in preparation to go look for Lucifer. "So, approach him clumsily and he'll inexplicably find me charming as usual? I think I can about manage that."

He gives the other angel a kiss on the temple. "Thank you. For coming to me with this. Trusting me."

[thnisko]

Astaroth collects and sells information. He would find his secrets and reveal them to others, of he didn't harass himself. Astaroth always appeared softer, friendly, but Death knew the potential of the angel under what he showed to others.

There's the sound of a quiet laugh over the mental connection but it is an affection sort of laugh. We have never seen him love so deeply.

Death pulls away to let Balthazar get up. You are family. That was all the reason Death needed to truth the other angel. I'll stay here and listen for you. In case you need help.

Death can't be sure what will happen but even if it is a silent telepathic ask for how to proceed he wanted to support Balthazar, to help his father.

Lucifer is in his library though he's not sprawled out in the upper level chaise like normal. Instead he is in one of the window sills with his knees pulled in. He has a book but he's mostly staring out at the garden. His mind whirling around the idea that the arrival of the celestials is only days away and he has someone around that seems desperately interested in hurting him. Though, he is glad that Dorian heeded his words about staying away.

[tryingitall]

Angels and gods of knowledge and secrets and lies are always to be approached with caution. Most of them have an impeccable poker face, in Balthazar's experience.

The reassurance makes Balthazar's Grace warm up, half shyly embarrassed, half pleased. Family is everything to him. For whatever it's worth, he's not the least bit afraid Lucifer will turn on him for prodding, even after the news that he's fought with Belial. That says a lot.

"Thank you, love. I'll let you know how it goes, later. Well. Anything you can't overhear, anyway."

He gives his shoulder a gentle pat, then retreats, heading indoors. Once inside, he has to pause in the hallway for a few moments to catch his breath and gather his thoughts, struck with mild anxiety. It doesn't take more than a minute or two for him to square his shoulders and make the trip to the library to find his fiance.

He makes no effort to hide his approach, but Lucifer seems so distracted he's not completely certain he's noticed him, at first. He clears his throat and comes closer, sitting next to the other angel's feet, studying him quietly.

"You're so pretty," he murmurs. It wasn't what he meant to open with, but something about the vulnerability of the pose tugs at his Grace. "With the light from outside reflecting on your hair like that. I know in your true form you're far brighter, but...there's something to be said for moments like this, too. Through the veil of the mundane; it would be so easy to miss it, but you make it shine from the inside out."

[the_rebel_son]

I am going to go for now. I've been ignoring... Death paused and smiles a bit to himself. ...ignoring things I shouldn't because of my worry, but I will hear if you call.

Death also gets up to leave for the forest. He needs time away and the walk out will be helpful.

Lucifer felt the presence before he heard or saw it. He didn't immediately turn to the presence because Balthazar spent time in this library often enough. It was something they shared, a love of knowledge. The smile breaks in his darker expression long before he even looks to the angel settling in the window with him.

"Have you been reading poetry today?" Lucifer eyes meet his as he shifts to slide one leg down to the floor. He nods to encourage Balthazar to come into his arms. He can use the closeness right now. "We should go flying again soon. You are beautiful when you are free to fly."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar's tastes in books are about 40% arcane knowledge and 60% sexy romance novels. He has several boxes of paperbacks in his flat, as well as space on the shelves here. Of course, a lot of the oldest forms of arcane knowledge are available only in scroll or tablet form.

It's reassuring, that smile. It seems that Lucifer isn't so defensive he'll turn his lover away. Balthazar readily moves close to him and encircles him with arms and wings, nuzzling softly into his hair. "I'd like that, darling. I'm sure Levi would be happy to spend time in the studio and let me wander untethered."

He takes a breath, wishing they could just continue on with this topic of conversation, then shrugs the nerves aside and takes the plunge: "I know you're under stress, and I thought it was better to give you space at first, but now I think different. What's happened? Please, tell me."

A soft, soulful plea that ripples all the way through his Grace.

[the_rebel_son]

"We have worked out the wards that are needed to let me take you to our home if you wanted to see it." He doesn't want to push the issue because honestly, Chaos is depressing if you aren't used to it, or can be. He does want to offer though because sharing where he's from is important.

He wraps his arms around Balthazar as he nuzzles in. The question though has him looking away and taking a heavy breath. He knew this would have to come out and he still doesn't want to talk about it. Pushing it away was the only way he could keep the aggression at bay. He could shove everyone else aside or send them away with a stern gaze. This angel though, he sighs heavily.

"I have sent Dorian away. He is not welcome here any longer." It was not the what happened but the outcome. His feathers flutter, standing on end as the waves of stress come with his thoughts. "He has violated my trust and will not be forgiven."

Lucifer didn't often hold a grudge, God and the other Seraphim aside. This one he would hold on to for a long time, maybe forever. He knew this because there are lines that can't be uncrossed.

[tryingitall]

"I do want to see it." He brightens at this suggestion, though he tempers that emotion immediately because he knows full well it's not a fun tourist spot. But being there for at least a short while is a necessary step forward in intimacy with Lucifer, and in responsibility with the other Fallen angels. "With or without my vessel?"

Levi, he thinks, would get no benefit out of visiting Chaos, but that's the human's decision, not Balthazar's. And it's also not the main matter at hand.

He strokes Lucifer's shoulder idly as he speaks, for the sake of soothing him. This is a delicate discussion and Balthazar is more concerned about hurting Lucifer further than about himself getting hurt. He nods at the statement, which is true, though it dodges the heart of the matter.

"I spoke to Thnisko," he says, because it's probably important that he be equally honest. "He implied that Dorian tried to harm you. There's a lot that I need to know, about what happens next. And I'm sure it's the last thing you want to talk about, but I also suspect you need...a shoulder."

"We don't have to talk about it here if you're worried about burning something down, but we do have to talk about it."

[the_rebel_son]

"I can accommodate either. I have brought normal humans into Chaos without injury and all within are angels which will have no ill effects from seeing your trueform." Lucifer finds it calming to talk about simple plans that are devoid of his current stresses. Though he knows the conversation will turn that direction all too soon.

"He has hurt me many times." Lucifer admits and somehow it is an easier statement to start with. "I am through being harmed by others."

He leans into Balthazar holding him close. "I do not often extend my trust to otherw and to have that trust breached so often and in ways even we find distasteful has left no room for forgiveness, not now."

He sighs heavily but he isn't sure if it releases tension or adds to it. "My hands are tied in this matter because of my child's involvement. It would break her heart to know how I have been treated because it is too close to the human aspects she comforts."

Balthazar is right. He doesnt want to talk about the incident to the point he is having a hard time even thinking about it.

[tryingitall]

"I never...understood," he admits slowly, "what you saw in him. But I didn't want to restrict you or be a jealous lover. You've given me reassurance after reassurance. I'm not afraid of sharing you, or of you losing interest, but I don't want you to take other lovers that don't respect you. You deserve better than that."

"So, for one thing, you can expect me to kick up a fuss, going forward, if you sleep with someone I don't approve of."

The wings around him are gentle but as encompassing as Balthazar can make them. He makes a little growling sound, between anger and anxiety with the situation. "But you must be confident she is in no danger, or you would have acted to keep him away from her, as well. Am I right?"

[the_rebel_son]

"I was more like him long ago. I remembered how important it was to have someone willing to tolerate me while I changed." Lucifer feels disappointed briefly but it passes in a wave of disgust. "He has shown he has no interest in becoming something farther than he is."

"Balthazar..." Lucifer's hand comes gently to his face to turn it up so he could meet his eyes. "You have always had the right to do that. You are my partner for the rest of our time. This is your home and court as much as mine. You do not have to weather things in silence."

Those words were easy to say, honest and without pause. He had never meant to have his partner feel unable to speak. It only increases his bitterness over the topic.

"I am not so sure any longer." Lucifer's wings wrap over the angel in his arms. He feels like he needs to shield him from the outside world. "He will wish he could die if I discover any ill actions."

[tryingitall]

"Ahh," he says softly. "You really are the superior Lucifer, then. I don't think the one in my world is capable of any kind of compassion any longer, let alone empathy."

He blinks at him when he turns his face to his. Here he was trying to be comforting and he gets comforted instead? He'd be lying if he pretended the wrath and power and mischief of the other angel have no allure to him at all, but this half-hidden core of sweetness is always going to be the aspect of Lucifer he loves best. "There isn't really anyone around I'm interested in sleeping with just now, other than you. That might change some day, or we might find others together, but either way, I don't want to cramp your style."

He smiles, and there's light in his eyes; he's sincere in this, and there's no emotional upset on his own behalf, only concern on Lucifer's.

"All right," he says softly, and strokes Lucifer's chest, trying to reassure him. "We'll talk about what we can do to protect her. She's my daughter too, now. And I'm sure Belial and I can come up with protection and warding spells no one short of a god could break."

"So for now, we'll focus on you. Did he use any kind of magic against you?"