The Infernal Serpent

Balthazar's experience with loss are not those of a lover, but of a brother. It makes them no less intense, but colors them differently. He'd give a lot to see Anna one last time. He understands on another level too, though, because unlike some angels, he has listened extensively to his vessel. Why shouldn't he? He's meant to observe the beauty of creation, so why shouldn't he speak with a mortal being who dedicated his life to depicting just that in paint and ink?

Levi had lost a lover, and sunk into a deep depression by the time Balthazar came to him. In a way, saying 'yes' to the angel was a way to escape the pain he was in, and Balthazar knew that.

He doubts even angels can promise forever, given the violence that exists in the world, but they can promise a lot longer than humans can.

He nods at the description of the children, smiling again faintly. "Well, I hope she does. What does she drink? Maybe she'll like me better if I have something to her taste in stock. I do want to meet Thnisko, but I think I'd best see what Lucifer says before stepping too close to your world, let alone into it."