#fallen!au

He’s Samael’s foil. Samael is a conqueror, but he’s not a ruler.  If anything, Samael seeks the thrill of conquest and battle. What drew him to Michael initially was the thrill of fighting and defeating a god (or at least what people believe to be a god). But Belial isn’t interested in conquest. Nor is he particularly interested in battle, or hunting. He’s learned that power is wielded by the strong for a reason. It is to help others become strong.

Whereas Samael’s goal is conquering his ultimate beast (heaven), Belial’s goal is actually the opposite. He wants to set heaven free. 

@moonlit-heiress

Raphael was a tad bit confused at the moment and he didn’t know exactly what to do. For one thing, he had been basically dragged out of his chambers to ‘babysit,’ which exasperated him, not to mention that it was Azazel’s little sister. But why did he have to babysit her and not her nannies? The fallen angel wasn’t exactly babysitter material--not to mention that a lot of demons didn’t trust him--so he didn’t know why the hell he was currently keeping an eye on Elealeth.

And so, the demon just sat there, chin in one palm, and claws idly tapping the desk he was sitting at with his onyx tail swishing from side to side.

“I think the bruise matches my eye color.”

"---...." The automatic answer was stuck on Lucifer's throat, feeling it burn and coil at the tip of his tongue. The mean comment about the new eye color that seemed so unnatural, that should be labled for him as gross, as inferior. The response about the bruise, the wanting to tease, to mock, to even push further to get a whine out of him.

Lucifer huffed and turned around in a sharp move, going straight to pour himself a bottle of the greek liquor he had aquiered from a multiverse trip.

Strong enough to actually make him feel something. He took a long sip and replaced the burn of the words with a more pleasing one, clearing his throat after as he slowly set the glass down. He felt like he would make it explode in his hand at any point.

See, this was a complicated emotion, it was very new. Michael was no longer an equal in the eyes of anyone, in his heart the emotion seemingly didn't change for the bad but intesified actually. He felt a feral posessivness over him but at the same time, this anger that wanted to rip off his head. Anger that he let this happen, that He did it.

Fear of looking at the mirror after Michael's visits of what he saw in the mirror that resembled so much to their Father. Disgust by the thirst of overpowering him, of owning him in such an alike way but so different at the same time.

"How did you get that?" He tried to continue the small talk, hoping his silence hand't took too long to be considered strange and make Michael ask about it, or worse...tease about it.

It was the worst mix of anger, playfulness, lust and love.

Fuck!