arbiter of god.

“ DO I LOOK SAD TO YOU? ” he asks. nothing could be found within his voice; it was a bit mechanical, the closest thing to a stoic tone one could muster. “ i am the very opposite of it. i am just not that quick to show it. ” his hands like claws would tap against each other as they form a handmade pyramid. “ i am very, very pleased with something that is about to happen. you’ll see for yourself. ”

“ SOMEWHERE THAT CAME FROM A PORTAL, ” the devil speaks as his fingers would gently mix the remnants of touched blood on his fingers. another one snaps forward from his fist. “ so be wary, but not afraid; a load of stress won’t help your soul, ” he speaks as he chuckles to himself. “ my, my; i haven’t been feeling so ravished by excitement alone! come, come! let us go further. let your mortal gaze eye what is beyond. ”

❥ —— THE SHORTER BOY’S initial reaction to the contact was to squirm where he stood. Not in an erratic fashion that would force the other’s hand back, but rather what started as a preemptive flinch evolving into tenseness spreading through his form. He was by no means repulsed by Satanael as a person ( or rather being ? ), as his touch repulsion was the same for everyone. It felt somewhat reassuring that the other didn’t completely hate him, if at all. The question had come out unintentionally; A slip of the tongue as a result of the false apostle’s inner insecurities. The idea that what gave him so much power in his confidence was in fact all fake sat extremely unwell with him. What sat even worse with him was trying to open up about these insecurities. The bad thoughts swirled in his stomach, causing him to often deny and lash out at those who just wanted to help, albeit in ways he despised. There was an unspoken genuineness in their persistence.

“ If in a way, we are almost related, then why is it that you do not feel as I do? “ His tone lacked malice, instead being laced with genuine curiosity. A rare sight from he who was usually so bitter. 

SATANAEL SIGHS UPON HEARING THE QUESTION. “ do you know of the tale that speaks about icarus’s fall? or of the man who brought fire to his race? ” he asks. a hand would reach out to his own coat and he takes it off. an upper-body adorned with some scars is revealed. his black wings spring forth and remain silent. he turns around and lifts up said wings. there are many bloody marks in the form of slashes around where many wings should be.

“ when my name meant light-bringer i held many, white wings. i gifted humanity knowledge. my father, your god, didn’t like that. like any child, i rebelled and he threw me into the mountains to down below. i was frozen in ice. my only consolation was that i could release aggression upon the traitor judas. ”

      While maybe not admitting it, Plum was glad the cigar was put out. A memory clawing at the back of their mind with the feeling of the past burning the back of their shoulder… It wasn’t a comforting thing in the slightest.

      ❝ That is true… though at the same time I’d like to make sure they would be capable to help around the shop at the same time though for the most part I think it might be a pretty relaxed job. ❞

SATANAEL HUMS. a clever idea indeed. “ you can have them start as cashiers, i think? let them slowly build up so they can get it themselves. ” he’d ruffle his own hair as a replacement for the cigar smoking.

he doesn’t care much about food, but she does. “ LIKE MY VESSEL WOULD SAY: TAKE YOUR TIME. WITH STEPS YOU CAN REACH A GOAL CLOSER EVEN IF IT MEANS YOUR APPROACH MAKES THE SOUNDS OF CHOMPING DOWN INSTEAD OF FEET. ”

“ i am you and you are me. have more faith in yourself or else you’ll end up hopeless. elpis, or better said mona, will be by your side as well. he’ll function as your healer while you defeat them. ”

when he finally leans in to whisper to his vessel, “ y’alldy so boald to think i can only be serious. ”