✡ 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✡

Sidonai couldn’t help but to chuckle at William’s expression. It wasn’t every day he saw the young Elector actually laugh. And not even in a teasing way. A genuine laugh. “He did beat the shit out of me, so excuse me for being so surprised.” But soon, the conversation turned. William wanted to hear about his partner. 

A sappy, sentimental smile crossed the prince’s lips at even the thought of his dearest lover. “His name is Nicolo Caravello. He goes by some stupid name in the human world, but I never use it. I actually met him over eight-hundred years ago.” All he could think of now were those beautiful crimson eyes, flowing auburn hair, the teasing smirk that made his spine shiver. “He’s a wrath demon, and a Nephilim, so it makes sense as to why father doesn’t approve of him. We’re at war with the kingdom of Wrath anyhow. But he doesn’t actually live in Brakhava. He lives in the human realm, in England like you.”

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    The mention of Dantalion beating the snot out of someone wasn’t exactly surprising. The man was a turbulent and violent whirlwind of emotions and he was happy enough to express his anger physically. William did indeed recall visions of the man he loved committing genocide on more than one occasion. However, he chose not to focus on this matter and instead chose to turn his attentions fully towards the topic of Sidonai’s lover.

                  “Nicolo…” he repeated - he didn’t know anyone by that name, though the demon had mentioned his lover went by another name. However, the knowledge that he was in love with a Nephilim was intriguing - being of such a prestigious and purist house, William had almost considered that Sidonai would share his father’s beliefs. Yet here he was stating boldly that he shared his heart and his bed with a man who was once human. Somewho, for whatever reason, this warmed the blonde’s heart. He found himself smiling at this. A gentle, fond smile. “I’m glad you two found one another.” While in the past the boy knew he would have stayed out of the politics of Hell, he had to admit that now, having been reborn and educated to a more diverse and modern view of the world, he too felt comforted by the idea of an age of Nephilim. If promises were to be kept, someday he intended to join their ranks. It wasn’t for this matter that William wished for a more progressive stance on Nephilim - he wasn’t so selfish to make such a large and complex issue twist to his favor. No, it was because of Dantalion. He didn’t like the idea of a man like that being shunned or oppressed in any way.

                  A man who had lost his home so many times, who had been forced to build himself up upon the smoldering ashes of his foes. He deserved a bit of peace. Yet even in the human realm he was given the off look or snide comment. All because he wasn’t the same as everyone else. Honestly, the blonde swore he was going to punch the next idiotic bully whom he had to lecture on the difference between an Arab and a Jew. Then again, Dantalion wasn’t Jewish either. He was Slavic. Regardless, the comments even from his rugby team had come off as offensive - perhaps they had turned a bit of their prejudice of the twattish blonde on their beloved teammate now that their relationship was more out in the open. Who knew?

“Oh yes, it wasn’t personal. I have tried to kill all the people that are close to me a couple of times” he shrugged, not paying that much mind, after all a demon is always a demon and the need for power always came first “That’s because a human’s neck is a weak point. To cut behind the knee to make sure you bleed out isn’t near as fun, to be honest” 

Grand Duke Dantalion and his little human companion, what an interesting duo. Not at all the duo Sidonai thought he would see a hellish nobleman having. But times were changing. As the elder demons reached their rest, the younger demons took control. Sidonai had noticed the changing dynamic in Hell. In some countries, heritage wasn’t as big a deal as it used to be. Nephilim were valued, just as pure demons were. Hell, Sidonai was involved with a Nephilim after all. However, that was still not the case in his own home. Asmodeus was an infamous pure-blood advocate.Seeing someone in his court have a relationship like William and Dantalion would result in their title being stripped away. He couldn’t even be open about his own boyfriend, for fear of retaliation. 

“Dantalion is just not the person I think of when you tell me you’re seeing someone. He’s too brutish for you.”

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    The calm and confident ruse was broken in an instant with that comment. The boy utterly broke with a snort that turned into a giggle-fit of laughter - rather childish of the great reincarnation of Solomon, of himself once again. But then, he was still just a boy. He could almost be called cute, even adorable, if one forgot how much of a little blighter he could be. “I mean, I won’t argue!” he got out through his laughter. Dantalion was a brute, that much he would agree to. But he was also a warm and very sensitive man who could be so very sweet and, despite his unfortunate habit of coming off as a creep - or perhaps in spite of it - he was genuinely charming. He had been able to charm William Twining not once but twice, now.

                  Perhaps Solomon just had bad taste in men.

“Always so pleasant to be around, dearest William. I am merely a passerby this time” shutting down his aura in the human realm was needed to not attract those of celestial origin, so encountering the young man wasn’t entirely on purpose “I am glad you’re not surrounded by pests this time, though”

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It wasn’t that often that Speedwagon found himself in the need to put a momentary halt to a trip, but today was one of those exceptions. Not that it was completely unexpected; he always travelled around as a stowaway, so he was quite used to this sort of things happening along the road every once in a while. Things had gotten a bit troublesome earlier on the train and his cover had almost been blown up, forcing the former thug to make an unscheduled layover for a bit until the next train back to London came by, which would probably take a couple hours at best.

Unable to stay put as usual, he began to wander around, trying to find out exactly where he was. As he approached one of the buildings in the area, Speedwagon had managed to spot some kids in the distance, all of them neatly dressed, as far as he could see. Upper classes, most likely. Save for Jonathan’s case, all his experiences involving rich people had always ended quite bad. Perhaps he’d come across some kind exceptions to that rule like Mister Joestar here?

He hoped so…

Robert gave a soft sigh as he approached someone; a young blond male that seemed to be on his own at the time. “Ah… Excuse me…” He began, not raising his tone too much as not to attract any unwanted attention, especially if this place was, indeed, a place exclusive for rich people, knowing very well he would most likely not be welcomed there if that was the case.

“I beg your pardon for interruptin’ but I… I’m a bit lost ‘ere. Can you tell me where am I?”

⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱─────                    It was warm today. The typical fog of the English isle had been burned off early that summer morning, leaving the suns ray to grace the land with their heat unabated. The young Twining lord had taken the opportunity to enjoy this rare reprieve from the dreary weather - outside, for once. He’d found one of the lounge chairs by the lake free and had dragged it beneath a nearby tree, where he settled in for a bit of light reading. For once the boy was not engrossed in one of the many works of occultism he had that had frequently found his fancy these days. Rather today he decided upon an anatomy text, one complete with a rich illustration of artistic works depicting various diagrams of the inner workings of the human body.

                  A gift from a friend. He smiled a little at the thought, unknowingly.

                  That smile faded as a large, looming shadow hovered over him, blocking out the sun from above. Probably Dantalion, he imagined at first. The silly sod had more than likely come to bother him with his whining over being ignored on such a lovely day as this, or maybe he had sought him out to invite him to dinner in some posh setting; just the two of them. Well, he wouldn’t have protested. However, the visage not of a tall, dark and handsome Duke but a rather muscular and curiously dressed blonde man meeting his gaze startled the blonde out of his daydreaming. His whole body jumped with a soft gasp and he sat up almost defensively in his chair.