Belial had given Balthazar plenty to think about. For all that he's always been a sociable angel, he's never been all that ambitious, and thus never bothered to follow celestial politics too extensively. Oh, he knew there were rivalries over who would rank up or who might get singled out by the archangels for extra responsibility. Zachariah was always vying for attention, and he wasn't the only one. Balthazar liked to keep tabs on some of the gossip, but he never got any more involved than that.
If he never understood Heavenly politics, he's got no way to comprehend Hellish ones. He's not sure what Lucifer will be facing, or how he will face it, and that's deeply troubling. He's also not sure what the chances are of any of it bleeding over, despite Belial's word on the matter. Between that and his conversation with Aziraphale, it's occurred to him to take some precautions in his apartment.
He's constructed the Enochian spells very carefully, because the last thing he wants is to create something that would shut out Lucifer, or Crowley--or Aziraphale for that matter. When Lucifer staggers into his door, if he's lucid enough, he may sense the layers of careful warding. Much of it is directed at angels of the more heavenly sort, but it's tweaked very finely to a visitor's intent and meant to quiet and pacify entrants with violence in mind rather than harm or expel them.
Balthazar is not, in point of fact, in the apartment when Lucifer approaches, but he hears the call anyway. He was in the Nexus shopping, and it's a matter of a split second for him to come to his own door, dropping his bags on the nearest chair and flinging it open, worried even before he sees him.
The sense of blood and pain and exhaustion wash up against his Grace at once. Alarmed, his wings flare, feathers standing on end as if to frighten off whoever's done this to Lucifer. He says nothing, though, only reaching out to gather him into his arms as gently as he can, bringing him inside whether he has to guide him or outright carry him.
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Date: 2019-09-14 11:13 pm (UTC)If he never understood Heavenly politics, he's got no way to comprehend Hellish ones. He's not sure what Lucifer will be facing, or how he will face it, and that's deeply troubling. He's also not sure what the chances are of any of it bleeding over, despite Belial's word on the matter. Between that and his conversation with Aziraphale, it's occurred to him to take some precautions in his apartment.
He's constructed the Enochian spells very carefully, because the last thing he wants is to create something that would shut out Lucifer, or Crowley--or Aziraphale for that matter.
When Lucifer staggers into his door, if he's lucid enough, he may sense the layers of careful warding. Much of it is directed at angels of the more heavenly sort, but it's tweaked very finely to a visitor's intent and meant to quiet and pacify entrants with violence in mind rather than harm or expel them.
Balthazar is not, in point of fact, in the apartment when Lucifer approaches, but he hears the call anyway. He was in the Nexus shopping, and it's a matter of a split second for him to come to his own door, dropping his bags on the nearest chair and flinging it open, worried even before he sees him.
The sense of blood and pain and exhaustion wash up against his Grace at once. Alarmed, his wings flare, feathers standing on end as if to frighten off whoever's done this to Lucifer. He says nothing, though, only reaching out to gather him into his arms as gently as he can, bringing him inside whether he has to guide him or outright carry him.