"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?"
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Date: 2020-10-14 05:17 pm (UTC)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?"