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Lucifer had withdrawn aside from official requests months ago.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.

Comments

[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.