eternity.

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     “No…!”

It’s like shattering glass – the picture perfect scene giving in to cracks and fractures. Sandalphon’s palms bang against the coffee table that separates them both – arms trembling from his sudden outburst. Yet in spite of, his cup remains still – the ripples never threatening to spill past the rim; Sandalphon’s never been more resolute.

     “No…” he repeats, shoulders sagging in quiet apology in spite of the rebellion of his words. “If I’m to atone, then I have to acknowledge these mistakes for what they are.” He remembers this – their cycle of faults a mockery of what laid underneath them all; why did it always come to this, even when Lucifer no longer drew breath? Sandalphon has to stop this here. “You cannot shield me forever, Lucifer.” The rise of his eyes, and a sorrowful smile. “So please… enough.”

sandalphon was right, and that revelation was indeed painful. he couldn’t shield him forever, and to proclaim to do so now was laughable. but lucifer didn’t laugh. even as the coffee table shook, he sat there, the look of guilt still strewn across his face, looking unbefitting. sandalphon was right, and it was something lucifer had to come to terms with. the fact that it was sandalphon telling him this now was a testimony to his growth, but, the thought of sandalphon growing hurt. it hurt, yet lucifer would keep it buried, and instead smile, because this is what he’d wanted most.

lucifer was able to keep eye contact for a few moments before he declined his head. he looked to the table, hanging his head in resignation. it was a silent acceptance, and when he’d raise his head again, he’d still smile. quietly, lucifer said, “all right.”

     “This again…” comes the slip – a hissed whisper that wills itself into a murmur just before it can turn vitriolic. Sandalphon shakes his head with unspoken urgency – defiant of Lucifer’s guilt. Sandalphon’s brow furrows. “There’s nothing to forgive – not when this was all my own doing. So please… don’t–…!”

He’d run off course but the blame was still hanging on Lucifer’s shoulders. It was intentional and painful, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. This was for the best - it was only right. It was why the Supreme Primarch hesitated, abnormal with his countenance, but Sandalphon had that effect. He said, calmly,     “Here you are.”     It was spoken with an effortless sympathy.     “Sandalphon.”

     “The task at hand.”     Lucifer addressed Belial as placidly as usual.     “We are working together this time.”    

The weight of a single word hung heavy on his lips. Yet even so, Lucifer found it necessary in this moment.  “I hope you can find it in you to forgive me, Sandalphon.”