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LIPS PART INTO A WIDENENING GRIN UPON SIGHT OF THE ANGEL.  He knew full well he’d not be greeted with kindness but how little Belial cared.  After all, summer was the time for amusement & oh how he’d have that in spades provoking Lucifer’s creation.      “Hoh?  Don’t tell me you’re going to just sit there & pout over your coffee.  You know, I might just pull you away & into the water if you keep up.”

LUCIFER’S WORDS ELICIT A SNORT FROM THE SERPENT.  Concern?  Certainly that was amusing coming from the normally aloof creature that was the Supreme Primarch.  Though he supposed the other had merit to his woes, not that Belial would truly pay them any heed.  What mirth soon turned sour as his smile held no light behind it.  This vexing creature always stood in the way of his pleasures.      “So you see fit to stop me?  I could only imagine the thoughts running through that immaculate head of yours.  Perhaps wrenching Cilius away & leaving me needy.  Or are you going to rub me out yourself to keep your little pet from being in shambles.” DEMEANOR & TONE SHIFTED AS HE STARED THE OTHER DOWN.  Glowering with an empty smile as he chose his next words wisely.  To prick & bruise what semblance of an ego this nuisance had.      “You know, I’m not being a bad boy.  I wasn’t going to ruin Sandy, not yet.  That’d be too boring.  But if it really bothers you, you could punish me yourself.  Cilius doesn't need to be troubled by all of YOUR attention.”  He knew full well that Lucifer’s own reappearance would take his own creator’s attention.  If it meant winding Sandalphon up to have Lucifer dote upon him he’d gain either way.  Both from the angel’s distress & to keep the Supreme Primarch at bay.      “You truly are a cruel creature, Supreme Primarch.”

HIS CREATOR’S RETORT BROUGHT A SMILE TO THE PRIMAL’S LIPS.  & thus shortly after a contented hum.  Such sharp words were a comfort even if his tongue would be laced with poison upon every syllable.  This was the creation’s comfort, his home.      “I’d do more than yowl for you.  I am always at your feet & I’d crawl the muck & mire just to see you.  My body is for your whims & my voice is yours to seize.”  Words dripped with the adoration he held as they were met with a small chuckle.  His carmine gaze flickered to the man’s visage as pulse raced.  Daring to reach out to Lucilius’ raiments only to confirm his beloved was truly there.      “It was lonely without you by my side.”

“OH, SUCH PRETTY LITTLE PROMISES COMING FROM YOU.  I hope you could back it up.  Maybe we could keep going until our legs give out.”  Brows rose as a grin tore across the Primarch’s features.  Overtures of hate that spat out from Lucifer’s makeshift creation only sought to entice the serpent further.  Seemed that Sandalphon hardly learned with what creature he challenged but Belial would be a fool to squander such a delicious opportunity to push the angel to his very limits.  Just how has this mock Primarch grown?      “Don’t disappoint me Sandy.  I don’t want to find out that you’re impotent.”

“BOTH Cilius AND Sandy are back?  Seems it’s paid off being a good boy for Daddy.  I got a real treat.”

     “WELL ARENT YOU PRECIOUS.  Come on,deep underneath you know what I’m saying.”  A semblance of a smile slowly crept across his features as his own carmine gaze settled upon the guitarist.  The other’s own blank stare told much of is persona’s ignorance, but he sought more.  Something more primal that lay beneath the young musician’s surface.  After all, the primarch sought good company.      “Though if you don’t want to play, I could always teach you.  Take it nice & slow & ease you into it.”

     “Well if the egg came first.  Does this mean I got laid?”

“So, if Angel’s Cradles are essentially eggs.  Which came first, the angel or the egg?”