King's Rebellion

[the_rebel_son]

The moment he set foot in Chaos the attacks came. He knew they would. The Fallen sensed the change in his presence just as the angelic had sensed his presence upon Eve in the Garden. Though in the Garden, his presence was a lot less noticeable on the human woman than the angelic presence was on his aura. They had touched spirits, mingled their energies, and the heavenly mark wove through his own essence down to the very core. He could still feel the touch of that angel on his body and his soul, for a lack of a better way to think about his energy and the Grace that had so intimately touched.

Some would not dare confront him, some he could hide it from, a few would openly support him, but the stronger archangels could feel it at a distance. He had been able to hold his own until they started coming in groups, too often to heal completely between assaults. Moloch had taken the chance to raise riot against his rulership, though the arrogant angel took any opportunity to do so, this would be a quite different rebelliousness to quell. He had transgressed against the very black and white dividing line between Host and Fallen. It would not be tolerated by either side of the war. He was the Morningstar, transgressor of all restraints, this was but another manifestation. At least his daughter had understood, and dissolved into rancorous giggles when she learned of his trespass. Both of his children understood and would hold true the rulership in his absence. He trusted them, and many of the Fallen feared them.

Lucifer had cloistered himself in Pandemonium with intent to heal the ever growing number of wounds inflicted by the other Fallen. To transgress was always his way by choice or circumstance, but he was aware of the consequences. Aware and uninterested. Still, as a lord, he knew strife and war were to be avoided, though hard to avoid when one ruled those who willingly rebelled against God himself. The cloistering had a purpose if only to delay because he knew it would not avoid confrontation forever. Still, it had given him the opportunity to speak with his advisor and children, to plan what was to come and how to proceed. In his own realm, within Chaos, Lucifer had a measure of omnipotence that he possessed nowhere else. He knew the clash was coming to his door but pride always overruled his uncertainties in the end.

“Lord Lucifer.”

He had not moved from where he stared out on the blackness of Chaos, even when he heard Moloch's voice. Of all the Fallen, Moloch was the one who challenged Lucifer most. In the past, Lucifer had wondered if the sins of Pride and Arrogance were not more fitting for this archangel than they were for himself. Moloch believed himself more powerful than God, and now in the Abyss, more powerful than Lucifer. Moloch had not even been expelled from Heaven for aiding Lucifer, but for taking up arms against God while Lucifer was being bound and judged. Even in the midst of the rebellion Lucifer would have only put himself as an equal to God, no more powerful. If a place had existed to banish him to the Lord of Hell might have done so. Instead he allowed Moloch to build his own palace, stir up his own rebellious angelic host from the members of the Fallen Angels. Better to let the enemy wave their banners in plain sight than struggle to follow subverted and hidden acts.

“We will speak with you.”

Moloch's voice was full of demands. The sound alone rustled anger in Lucifer. To challenge him, even in voice, within his own palace was a slight that would come with punishment. He reached out listening to the threads of action and motivations that let him see beyond this moment. This was not the first time Moloch and his loyals had chosen to attack Lucifer since he had returned almost two weeks earlier, by human terms in his own Creation. He couldn't be sure how much time had passed in the Nexus. The room hung on the edge of war.

“Fallen Betrayer, you will address us.”

Lucifer spun on those words, wings spreading and alighting with fire. The growl that came was fashioned of wrath, pressed into a maelstrom by his pride. It was a threat to the others who numbered many, perhaps several dozen or more. The weaker willed backed away from the display and exposed their compatriots from whom the war would arise.

“You have consulted with the Host. We see the marks upon you.”

Even in his fit of rising rage, Lucifer smirked at the commentary. Diplomatic liaisons were the accusations. The suggestion was laughable in the face of what he had actually done while outside the bounds of Chaos. The debauchery and taste of Balthazar's lips still caused his heart to flutter wildly when he thought about it, even now with his anger in control. He could only imagine the fury if the Fallen knew. They might fall to complete madness if it was discovered.

“Tell us who has lead you to this betrayal so we can go forth and strike them down.”

Those were the wrong words. Of all the combination of words, in all the languages, that Moloch could have chosen, these were the worst to speak. Lucifer's whole being went to fire as the sin of wrath took hold of his presence and burned away all other considerations. He brandished his power as a threat, a prelude to violence. Angels instinctively averted their eyes. Several of the angels fled in the wake of the change. But Moloch, he drew sword to clash with his king. A moment of hesitation passed through Lucifer. He could kill these archangels without thought but it would do nothing for his station. To humiliate them and send them crawling back to their brethren in shambles was, and had always been, more effective. He would have preferred to rule by other means but the Fallen, most of them anyway, provided few options for alternatives.

Moloch had not moved. He and Lucifer were locked in a competition of presence as the flames spread farther into the room. It wasn't just Lucifer's wrath that was brought to bear but the whole cocktail of sins and virtues. The King was charging up his inner strength like Godzilla about to blast Tokyo. The other angels stood aside afraid of the energy coursing through the Seraphim. The brightness blinding, and the fire arching over the Fallen Angel as scorching as the pit of fire itself. Too often had they seen this battle and some had learned to interfere in it lead to pain and crippling injuries. It was rare in the conflict between the two angels for Lucifer to bear his presence in threat. Most had never seen Lucifer this infuriated and simply stood in awe of the display. Moloch would move soon, Lucifer could sense it in the air currents.

A heartbeat and then a sword flashed. Lucifer grabbed Moloch's sword arm, twisting it to force the other angel to release his weapon, bones snapped in his arm. Moloch cried out as joints were rendered with the force. The sword clattered to the ground but Moloch had taken hold of the flaming wings, ripping a handful of feathers free. It was the utmost insult in Chaos. To damage wings was the action of God and a show of utter contempt. It was an intolerable affront to Lucifer's pride and crown. Moloch had grabbed a second hand full as Lucifer threw him across the room. More ripped free, burning feathers raining down in the room like volcanic ash. Moloch slammed into the wall with such force his wings shattered and his essence reverberated with the impact. Flames burned the angel that would rebel against his king, leaving Moloch to flee midst agonizing screams.

The others fell upon Lucifer choosing to burn themselves in battle rather than relent. Even in his wrath, thirty or more to one gave some opportunity and advantage to the others. He had been speared by one of the angels. Which, it did not matter. They were ripping out his flight feathers and sought to damage his wings. A grounded angel was vulnerable and took out much of his maneuverability. It was an attack on his person and pride. He cast them aside, many crawling from his presence, a broken wreckage of what had entered the space.

“Out!” a voice bellowed above the din of clashing angels. “Out! Before you are laid to ash and ruin.”

The angels obeyed, if only because they were forced to in their mind. Like rats, they scurried from the room, most wounded but they would heal over time. Free of his aggressors Lucifer assessed his own wounds as he tore the spear free from his shoulder. In the depth of rage he felt no pain and heard nothing but the sound of fire. He felt weary from the injuries and constant need to heal, but the King was still incredibly dangerous.

“Lucifer.” the word came gently once the angels loyal to Moloch were driven from Pandemonium by the guards. Belial stayed at the door, wise enough to refrain from any action. “Lord?”

Belial waited patiently for acknowledgment. His senses were fixed on the feathers strewn about the room. They had taken enough that it might impede his King's ability to fly. His mind drifted to the King, all the flight feathers were gone and one wing lay ragged. There would be no flight possible now. He mused that the other angels were lucky to be anything other than ciders. However, the fact they had not been consumed by fire told the counselor much about his Lord's disposition.

The fire was slowly dying away and Belial stepped into the room without hesitation. In the face of Lucifer's wrath it was important to show no fear and tread lightly with your words. Belial knew what had happened between Lucifer and the heavenly host but he had not pried. The depth of it had caused emotional outbursts that he knew better than provoke. Here it seemed to be laid out again, something that drove this kind of fury was not a petty squabble, brief discussion, or even a one time fling. Belial could see the rebellion, the wrath in full blossom as when Lucifer raised war against God. The advisor could trust his Lord to speak when needed but he was curious about the reason so much fire was levied against Moloch. Lucifer clashed with the other angel enough that it seemed common place and barely an incident. This, this was an incident to find Lucifer in his full, terrifying glory.

Instead of talking he approached and did what none other in Hell, except for the twin heirs, would do. He reached up and brushed blood soaked hair from Lucifer's face. The fires were still scorching but Belial had spent eons with Lucifer. He could judge the Seraphim's power with ample wisdom.

“They will return. Moloch is convinced you have weakened.” He spoke soothingly to the enraged angel but also used his mental abilities to calm the fires and wrath. When Belial had been blinded by God for rebellion, Lucifer had granted him the ability to see with his mind as clearly as others might with their eyes. It was a gift, one of many Lucifer had bestowed upon him since his creation.

“He will never learn the lessons the others have.” Lucifer admitted to his advisor in a low growl.

“It does seem he is destined to remain your adversary.” Belial felt the fires die away and the control reassert itself. It was safe to speak. “The Fallen say you are consulting with the Host of Heaven, that you may seek a truce.”

Lucifer gazed at his companion while feeling his mind reaching out. He did not resist. The Lord of Hell trusted Belial implicitly. Since his creation, Belial had been at his side. Once it was in the awe of creation and now as his reason and eyes in the greater brood of Fallen. Lucifer smirked proudly as he felt Belial's mind come in contact with his, searching for the memories of Balthazar.

“What need is there to speak with...” Belial's words trailed off to silence but the silence was quickly filled with a high, full laugh from Lucifer.

Belial collected himself and wiped the blood away from Lucifer's face with the sleeve of his robes. He had not expected to find affection or love in the midst of the memories about the angel his lord had met. Though, from his encounter with the angel, he had expected the desire and sex. The outbursts made sense now. Belial had been there to know how Lucifer behaved when he was charmed by someone else. “That's not the type of meeting they believe you are engaged in.”

Lucifer appreciated Belial's lack of expectations and his utter acceptance. It was Belial alone that Lucifer regretted being mangled by the hand of God after the Rebellion was quelled. He had been grace, humanity, and dignity. Even Fallen, Belial was the most humane and diplomatic of the angels and had never lost his desire to see what sprang new in creation.

Lucifer could not hide from this angel, had never chosen to keep him out. “They will come to confront me no matter my choices.”

Belial nodded his assent to the claim before embracing the Seraphim. Lucifer returned the gesture as a father would to a concerned son. The younger archangel buried himself in the warmth of his friend, ignoring the blood soaking into his garments. “If any could enact such transgression and rebellion against the whole of the Host and Fallen, it would be no other.”

Lucifer chuckled but he could feel the disquiet within the other angel who went on speaking. “You need to heal. It would be prudent of you to spend that time outside their reach. Thnísko, Amartolósa, and I can tend to their brash foolishness.”

He was going to protest but the other angel interrupted, something very few angels would dream of doing. “I will tell them you are within the realms. Let them search in vain while you recover.”

It was a wise plan in the face of his injuries. He would not need long if he were not constantly harried by opponents. He needed to get back to full strength in order to reassert his rulership and rouse the other fallen to turn on their brethren for challenging his position. Sighing heavily he released the embrace and nodded in agreement. Belial and his children could manage for a time, time enough to recover.

He would need his son to safely make it to the Gates of Chaos. The angels had enacted their purpose. His left wing broken in multiple places and his flight feathers torn out, the Fallen Angel was grounded and unable to fly, and too spiritually exhausted to heal more damage. Lucifer sought his son. Thnisko waited for him with Azazael, his standard bearer. Azazael had been a child by angel standards when he had stood with Lucifer in the rebellion. He had been loyal unto sacrifice since Lucifer waded back into the fires of Chaos to free him when he could not break his bonds. Death was feared by the other angels, especially with Lucifer's presence, even as broken as his current state. As two seraphim rooted in destructive powers, together they could obliterate any angel that might bar their way. It gave them rather free passage to the gates of Hell. Lucifer exited and Death locked the gates. Azazael took up post outside the gate to guard against the Seraphim who might make designs on Chaos if they knew the king was injured or long absent. They would not open the gates unless Lucifer spoke.

He was a pariah of the Host and now, more than ever, a target. The host could potentially see his transgression as a more serious sin against order than the Fallen had. When he was seen as corrupting a human they had tortured him and bound him to the fires again. What they would do in retaliation for corrupting an angel, he could not discern. He could not stay here, in his own creation, and so departed for the Nexus. Even there he would not be able to stay. He would have to return to Chaos and deal with the Fallen before long.

By the time he reached the Nexus, Lucifer's head was spinning from exhaustion and injury. His armor, though technically weightless, felt incredibly heavy. Even a being of his age and power could only endure so much before their conscious waned. He would not die, but passing out in the open wasn't an option. Angels of his own creation could follow and find him incapacitated. He needed to find Balthazar, if he was even here and not within his own creation.

Vague memories existed of the apartment, somewhere. Weakly, Lucifer reached out getting a bearing on the imprints left by the other angel. He could feel the river and smiled to himself as he started walking a different direction, another condensed feeling of his presence. He hoped it was the apartment or, at least, where ever the angel stood now.

He moved slowly and recollected at least one instance of coming around on the ground after passing out. Still, with determination and time he found the penthouse door. The Fallen Angel was barely holding himself upright as he leaned on the door frame. He had intended to just knock but it turned to a slamming of his fist on the door as he fought to keep balance. There were wounds everywhere, some were already healed to fading scars and others still bled freely. Blood was running down his left arm and dripping from various points on his wings where feathers had been torn free. Blood smeared the door where he had knocked and pooled at his feet. Even his essence was dull from the burnout of constant healing and battle. Lucifer called out to the other angel but he couldn't tell if it was voice, or his spirit, or just in his mind. He was too weak to tell the difference. His own angels, the Fallen, could sense his presence even without a call, would come to him. Maybe the same would be true for this angel. Will alone kept Lucifer from falling into unconsciousness. All he could do was hope Balthazar was inside.

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[tryingitall]

That earns something akin to a giggle from Balthazar. "Perhaps. Time will tell whether he lets me show him off."

He quiets, sipping his cocoa, and there's something worried and hopeful and a little hurt in his eyes for a moment. "But he's never taken an angel as a lover. I'm not going to die. Not of old age or illness, anyway. I'd like to not die of violence, either."

"I'm glad this one is kinder to humans than my world's version. He's willing to spend time with my Vessel. I think the only other person who's been interested in that has been Aziraphale."

[azazael]

Now the younger angel is laughing, cheery, bright, and angelic, eyes glittering. "Did you forget his pride? Lucifer puts the peacocks to shame."

The laughing stopped but the smile remained as he ate a few more marshmallows. However, as Balthazar spoke the smile faded and he stared down into the cup of cocoa.

"I think it's good." He went quiet and his whole presence depressed which was a rare thing for Azazael, to be anything but bubbly. He loved Lucifer dearly, somewhere between hero worship and his big brother. "I don't know if he can take much more hurt. It's like part of him dies with them and it never heals, never gets less over time."

He looked over at the other angel still sad but trying to smile. "I hope you don't die or hurt him. It destroys him when he loses those around him."

He slowly brightened back up. "I met an Aziraphale this morning, at the park. I don't know if it is the same one." But his brow furrows. "Vessel?"

[tryingitall]

Balthazar presses his lips into a thin line. "I've always been the one being left behind, before."

He hesitates for a moment, then reaches out and puts his hands on Azazael's shoulders. "I'll try my best. I certainly don't want to die, or to hurt him. I suppose nothing is guaranteed forever, though. Not even us."

Straightening again, he smiles. "Probably the same one. Tartan bow tie, sort of sweet-tempered and easily flustered? I want to adopt him." It's hard to tell quite how he means that, but clearly he's fond of the other angel. "You know, it's honestly refreshing how many angels there are here. I can't really socialize back home. Gets a little bit lonely."

"Angels in my world cannot walk amongst mortals without a human vessel. I don't like to think of it as possessing him, but that's the nearest analogy. It's consensual; we have to ask for their permission."

[azazael]

A hint of a smile appeared. "Maybe it'll be good for both of you? If you don't die and he is bound by his words."

Azazael took the contact as an invitation and hugged the other angel spontaneously. He figured this angel was his brother now too. He let go though when the other angel pulled to straighten.

The smile is back and he nodded. "We played on the swings this morning." While Azazael was supposed to be here but he didn't mention that part. "The Fallen spend a lot of time together, but I'm not welcome around a lot of them because I didn't Fall like they did. I'm an outsider when I'm not at Lucifer's court."

He tried to wrap his head around what the other angel was saying. "You can't be here then, without the human, and you live inside them?"

[tryingitall]

Fortunately, Balthazar is anything but reticent about physical contact. He gives a little sputter of surprise at the hug, but chuckles and returns it, with an added embrace of wings. He's quite fond of Belial and Aziraphale and Crowley, too, but there's something a bit more familiar about this particular young angel; familiar, and uncomplicated. "Well, I don't mind you adopting me," he says. "I suppose I'll adapt to each of the members of your court and family as they come."

It's kind of exciting, if he doesn't let himself get worried or intimidated.

"You played on the swings without me?" Sad face. It's only a joke, though, and he breaks into a grin a second later. "Right. Once Lucifer's up and ready to do things, we ought to all go somewhere fun. Coney Island's gone again, unfortunately, but I'm sure we can find an aquarium or a state fair or a trampoline park or something."

Between Balthazar's determination to experience things, and Azazael's tendency toward play, Lucifer may end up being the one in over his head, at least where field trips are concerned.

"I'm not sure about the Nexus," he says. "I can't walk my world's Earth without a vessel. My true form is a wheel of eyes and fire and it's quite large--well, not as big as some, Cassi's the size of a skyscraper--but I'd do too much damage to the landscape. Also it's Forbidden in a big way. Even Michael can't circumvent the rule."

"Besides...if you let it, being within a vessel teaches you a lot. At this point, if I did leave him, he would have to agree to let me back. Which I think he would, but, you know, I'd have to test the waters carefully. If I left him and found out my true form was burning down the Plaza and he didn't want me back, that would be awkward."

[azazael]

He's a bit confused about being adopted but when he thinks about it that did make sense, at least in human terms. If Balthazar was basically heading toward being the King's partner..husband.. and Lucifer was kind of Father like, that would make this angel sort of a second dad, or big brother. He quickly accepted that. He smiled at the idea of getting to know the court and offers some reassurance. "Most of them are like Belial, really calm."

"I didn't know you then." He grins too, knowing it is a joke. There's a knowing look to his expression. "Lucifer'll agree to a lot more than he lets on or his reputation says. You should go out stargazing with him. He knows all the stars."

And he thoroughly understood what he just said was romantic, but Lucifer also loved the sky in general. Now that he met this angel, Azazael had decided he and Lucifer would be good for each other, and encourage them to get closer. He listens and gets wide-eyed.

"You're one of the Ophanim? A watcher, like me. I am an Irin, but I never served Raphael like the others do." That was exciting. They weren't the same kind of watcher but close enough.. He didn't have a fancy celestial form. He just looked, more or less, like a giant iridescent form of himself. "I don't think Lucifer can either. I've seen him without any of the illusions and he's basically a huge fire with wings made of light and fire that touches everything and is unbelievably hot. When he doesn't have the illusions he scorches the burning ground in Chaos. I don't think it's forbidden for us, we just don't like to destroy things."

Azazael was catching on. For all of his childishness, he had a deep understanding of things once they were explained. "It makes sense that Lucifer'd want to keep him safe."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar, when meeting another angel, mentally defaults to familial relationships. Chances are he was bound to think of Azazael as a sibling no matter what. He's mentally adopted Aziraphale, as well, and probably Belial and Crowley are next.

"The stars are strange in the Nexus," he says thoughtfully. "Do you suppose he knows all the stars everywhere?"

Ohh. He's touched, and delighted, by the parallels being drawn between him and Azazael, and breaks into a dazzling smile. "I was actually under Gabriel, in my world, until he left Heaven, and then I was passed to Raphael's hosts. See, you understand, then, what it's like to be surrounded by all these incredible details of Creation and just drunk with all of it. I cried for hours the first time I saw all the little hairs on a spider's toes, they're so darling. I was quite young then, mind you, but still."

[azazael]

Azazael shrugged, glancing toward the couch with a furrowed brow. "I think he can. I don't know. He can hear and feel creation, all of it. I don't know if that happens when he's in a different Creation. In our own, Lucifer can feel everything in the entire universe, ever flower blooming, every breeze, everything passing into death, all of it. He was omniscient before the Fall, but he's been slowly recovering his power since Eden."

Azazael was babbling a little as he tried to work through what Lucifer might be capable of. Azazael begins to smile more as he listens to the other angel describe his service. Duty was very important to Azazael even if he got distracted now and then. "All of the angels created to serve Lucifer are like us. We were all made to observe creation. Belial..." Azazael hesitates. "He has a book where he recorded everything Lucifer created, there are drawings and descriptions of every new thing that was made. I think that is why God blinded him, to try and take that away. I watched over living things, like Mammon watched the planets come and go."

There is a joy rising in Azazael as he speaks of how they were before the fall. He missed that time but was glad that they stayed together in the Fall. He would have been lost if he was left behind, if any of them had been. "He used to let me watch him create things. Maybe he would let you see too?"

[tryingitall]

"Honestly, I hope I'm never in a position where I'm even a little bit omniscient," Balthazar says, following the other angel's gaze over to where Lucifer rests. "It sounds stressful. I wouldn't mind being able to observe and enjoy everything, but to have to know everything sounds like too much."

He smiles then. "It's good work if you can get it, looking at all the beautiful details in the worlds around us. The Nexus is a good jumping-off place to check out new things, as well. Someone I was talking to the other day swore to me there's a Dimension of Shrimp. And not, like sapient shrimp with little undersea societies, just fields and fields of cooked pink shrimp that never spoil. I don't know how that comes to be; I suppose the laws of physics aren't the same there."

"You were all close then, before the Fall? Or--well, obviously not all, but a large group of you?" Because clearly Moloch has always been a rock in the proverbial shoe, but the others Azazael is talking about sound as though they're close.

[azazael]

"Don't ever put on his crown." Azazael had made that mistake once and learned his lesson in a hurry. "It does a lot of things but it makes you omniscient and see the future and the past and possible outcomes. Once it's on it's hard to get off because it's so heavy."

He was speaking from experience, being foolish right after the Fall. It had scrambled his mind for a long time. He's glad to not have to think about it long before the subject moves on. He's wide-eyed about the weird worlds attached to the Nexus, and certain that once Chaos is settled Belial, at least, will go exploring.

"Yes." He confirmed. "The court all was, and some that serve as court guards. Except Mulciber, he served God and built Heaven."

The younger angel pauses to drink some of the cocoa then asks. "Do you want me to tell you about the main court so you know when you meet them?"

Azazael figured that would happen sooner or later, at least the court would find out.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar grimaces faintly. "Duly noted. He showed it to me, but luckily my inclination is not to try on just any old headwear that's presented to me."

He helps himself to a few marshmallows, tossing them into his cocoa, and nods. "I'd like that. I'm sure he'd be willing--but since he's resting, perhaps it will help for later on."

[azazael]

Azazael is shocked by the revelation. "He doesn't let many people touch his crown."

That one sentence revealed so much to Azazael that he paused, staring at Balthazar with a nearly blank expression. The trust alone that it spoke of floored the younger angel. His perception of the angel beside him drastically changed in only moment, though it wasn't a bad change. He simply felt more respect for him.

"There aren't many and you can't confuse them. They aren't anything alike." He paused, debating where to start. He gave the angel a brief overview of each court member and time to ask questions if any arose.

[tryingitall]

This is a recurring theme, Balthazar thinks. He'll mention something he and Lucifer have done, and get a look of surprise from one of the people closest to Lucifer. Repeatedly, the point is being driven home that he is Different and Important, with capital letters, and the novelty of that may never wear off. The reminder doesn't hurt, though; be careful with the heart of the King of Chaos.

"While he was wounded, no less," he says softly, and shakes his head. "I'll keep that in mind."

He listens to the list of Court members attentively, memorizing names and positions. He may or may not get along with all of them, although Balthazar himself is quite easygoing with other angels. "I probably ought to at least meet his children before too long," he muses. "But I wouldn't want to rush him."

[azazael]

In spite of his childishness and innocent, or perhaps because it liberated him from bias, Azazael saw something in this angel that others might not... an end to pain. Belial would have stayed at Lucifer's side through the pain but when he was truly incapacitated by loss it fell on Belial to manage the kingdom. Azazael was the one who often weathered the king through the heart wrenching of losing someone he loved. Though he didn't know for sure, the allure of love without that pain had to be in play. An immortal would at least break the cycle that crashed the king every couple human life times into the darkest despair.

"He did choose you to watch over him while he's vulnerable." Azazael let the gravity of that concept sit without additional explanation.

He understood the idea of wanting to meet the family first. Azazael shook his head smiling. "Amartolósa might come to you first. She knows because of what she is, she knows you're his lover and probably a lot of how he feels. Thnisko isn't as forthcoming. He used to be like his sister until he was tortured by the seraphim, but he's at the door when I'm not if you ever want to meet him."

[tryingitall]

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."

[azazael]

The heavier topics past Azazael laughs at his question, good-natured but clearly amused. "She is her father's daughter. I think she'll drink anything. Sometimes when I am stepping into a room I can't tell which I'm feeling until I look. She's calmer though, harder to stir up, and lacks a lot of the darkness Lucifer carries."

"It's probably best not to come in." Azazael bites his lip. "You're in a human and they can't survive in Chaos because of the burning. Lucifer's going to have to do some things to protect the human before you can, probably. He's done it for a human before but I don't know?"

His brow went up as he thought about the doors, remembering something he should mention. "I think the one door's the only one that exists from our Creation. It's deep in Chaos and it's a long trip to the palace from it, but it does mean God's angels can't get here without going through Lucifer's kingdom. It makes it safer here for everyone because they aren't friendly."

[tryingitall]

"Uh-oh, sounds like we'll get along well enough, then. There shouldn't be anything wrong with being drinking buddies with the daughter of one's romantic interest, should there?" He has to consider that in the light of human social mores, for which it's admittedly a little weird, but for immortal beings it might be all right.

He nods at the warning, putting an arm around his vessel's chest as if to comfort the human soul in it. "I can usually protect him, but I've never been in my own world's version of Hell, let alone your Chaos. Best to be safe."

He smiles wistfully. "Probably for the best, then. I don't think I'd enjoy meeting an angel dead set on hurting me. Even my angriest siblings at least try to talk to me before they make an attempt at stabbing me. If you run into Castiel here, he's probably safe enough to talk to, and Samandriel. Actually, you'd probably get along well with Samandriel, though I imagine he'd be jumpy around the rest of your family."

[azazael]

Azazael looks a bit confused by his question but finally smiles as his mind wraps around the idea."We all drink together sometimes. If you're around long enough she might just consider you a father too."

It was possible. Sin was incredibly loyal to her family despite her wilder side. Then he pauses thinking it over and adds hastily. "She can be physically affectionate, a lot sometimes, but her eyes are elsewhere. Even if they weren't I don't think anything would be more than friendly."

Azazael nods in agreement drinking more cocoa. "In Chaos, almost everything is burning. I think the air might even be too hot for a human."

"I'm used to other angels being jumpy around me and the court. Even the other seraphim tread light around us because Lucifer won't hesitate to fight with them." He was resigned to the idea and really appreciated the protection. As a young, and weaker angel, that worry had saved his skin more than once.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar isn't sure he's ready for fatherhood, but then again his soft spot is family in general. He smiles, and it's a little bit sheepish. "Well. We'll see."

His cup is empty, and he spends a moment considering whether he wants to make more, before deciding against it and getting up. It takes a flicker of Grace to cleanse it completely (why do dishes when you can just will things clean?), and he tucks the mug back in the cabinet from whence it came.

"Well, I'm glad you've got protection, at least. You seem very sweet. You're certainly welcome to visit me again whenever you like, as long as you've got his permission."

[azazael]

Azazael finishes his cocoa as well and understands that it is time to go. Belial was probably wearing a trail in the stone floor of the Palace given the amount of time he's been gone. Besides, the king and Balthazar might need rest after so much healing and war.

"It's your protection too." The comment about his sweetness brings a fire red blush to his cheeks. "I'm allowed to come and go whenever I am called. I'll come back when the King's healed if I don't hear from either of you before then."