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He knew how to offer comfort, to reassure, even when he had no idea what was happening, even when the world still felt like it was falling out from beneath his feet.
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❛ you’re so much stronger than all of the white noise . ❜
“I wouldn’t exactly call them, white noise, Meph.”
His once golden hair now dulled to a pale yellow, laced together into a braid. After the fall, he’d lost all beauty and splendor-- Belial was an ugly, boring thing. And yet, the feeling of peace and content was well worth the suffering of the fall.
At least Belial thought so.
“They are more akin to.... ignorant family. Yes, I think it’s better to go with that one, wouldn’t you say?”
@miighted
‘ i worry about you even when you say you’re fine ’
It had been difficult to relearn such basic functions as walking. No. It was humiliating for such a prideful creature to crawl on the ground, pitifully. And, somewhere in his mind he couldn’t help but wonder... was this what Lucifer had felt like?
“You worry too much.”
Belial slowly sat up, he barely held back a hiss of pain. His body-- his bones, flesh and skin felt like they’d been charred to the bone. And yet, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the burning pain, his blood had turned black as sin by now. But he didn’t mind it-- it was a choice he had made. A choice that he made.
“The pain has subsided, I can somewhat sit up on my own now, thanks to you.”
He’d almost uttered the words “my prophet”. But, that was null and void now, wasn’t it? He wasn’t the Archangel Michael anymore. And perhaps that hurt him more than any amount of physical pain.
He was not his angel anymore. The thought left him numb.
Garen had been so willing to stay by his side-- risking everything he had endured and suffered for. Michael-- no, Belial-- knew he’d been at fault. He had fallen, and he would drag Garen down with him. He gripped his blankets tightly, newly grown claws dug into his palm. The pristine white was stained black with blood.
“You have done much for me Garen. Too much. You should leave.” He forces himself to say, if only for the sake of the paragon-- he cast aside his own selfish desires to cling to him. To never let him go.
