#adventures-written

Of course Lucifer would want to know about his crime. After all it flaunted all demon law. But Stolas has had to go over it again and again. Had to be reminded of his own selfish failures too much of late. "I allowed Blitz to use my book so he could continue his business as imps are not allowed access to earth without help. I did this until Azmodeus gave me a crystal so he could do so legitimately. I did not allow this to interfere with my work and had my book back for several weeks prior to the trial." His voice held no inflection. A blank retelling of the destruction of his life. He doesn't even bother standing from the small couch. Instead staring at the window as more slime is thrown with further exclaimations that he's a monster.

He knows.

How much longer was he supposed to do this? How much longer was Elidibus supposed to keep the balance between Light and Darkness, to give the other Ascians time to fulfill their plans for the Rejoining. It had been years. Thousands of years of suffering and solitude, and with Elidibus struggling to see the purpose in what he was doing, nobody could blame him for sometimes failing to see reason to continue. Right?

“It is not like I don’t care and you know it”, Elidibus said with a sigh, adjusting the mask sitting on his face, the ever constant reminder of the duty his former seat on the Convocation held. Slowly he stepped forward, looking over Emet-Selch’s shoulder to see what he was currently working on.

"Everything just seems so.. hopeless."

After Lahabrea’s passing only two of the unsundered remained and Emet-Selch was the obvious leader of their remaining group, he was the one who still seemed to believe to be able to bring back everyone they had loved and lost. Elidibus was willing to follow, but he definitely did not miss the obsession Emet-Selch was developing regarding the Warrior of Light. The Warrior who was an ever-present thorn in his side.

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He looks at the brunette who looks back at the girls but them back at him. He doesn't seem too interested which causes the blonde to scooches closer to him especially with a compliment like that.

❝ Why would they look at me? I'm Vash the Stampede, the moment they hear I am the Humanoid Typhoon they run. ❞

But he was more interested in what Wolfwood thought of him. He slumps down to the table to look up at Wolfwood with bright blue eyes.

Hands started to move, fingers working at buttons of his shirt. "You're too stuffy. Get this shit off..." But the demand was more of a statement than an order at Livio as he leaned in to kiss him again while his hands worked to open those buttons and get at the pale skin underneath.

Nicholas was all snarls and growls like his namesake and honestly he wouldn't have it any other way. He was a starved dog and every grunt and pull on his form flush against his elders own made it promptly clear just how strong a hunger it was.

His needy kiss got a sweet honey laced mewl from the young assassin, his body melting to lean against his big brother, inviting his claiming touch. When the Punisher pulled back, Liv was left in a lustful stupor, chasing after his kiss and his tabaco tasting lips with a desperation he didn't know he had.

"N-Nico...~"

"I think you'll find it does." Their tone is just as low and dangerous as his could be, power matched to power. The Hive was not inclined to flex their power against him, not before. There was no reason to do so when they were working together, even if their goals weren't exactly the same.

Now though? Now the swarm rustled and hummed, angry at his impetuous assumption to go after someone who had their blessing to directly change their planet.

To say nothing of their attachment to Ammy.