twisted nails of faith | daehyun x babylon
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The pungent smell of Lucifer’s children was not something they could miss easily. It attacked the senses, penetrated deep to one’s core and threatened to remain there should one not be swift enough to pluck it out timely, like the poisonous weeds that they were, and discard them away to be forgotten. Fortunately for Mystery, however, the stench was not something that they needed to deal with so frequently: their reputation was enough to keep away even the oldest of the spoiled, winged brat’s crotch goblins, including but not limited to the Cardinal Sins whom, albeit Babylon was indiscriminate in their dislike towards the Fallen’s progeny, they could at least tolerate to a certain extent.
This was different, however. As fingers typed away the pin code that would lead them into Nam Hyuntae’s office, Babylon kept in mind that the person waiting for them inside did not smell just like mister Morning Star. No, there was something else in there as well, something delectably mortal and Babylon found themselves with a watery mouth and a tongue smoothing over their lips as the door beeped and they walked into the dimmed office. The clock, though they did not need to glance at it, was soon to strike midnight, and it was mere boredom that had brought the creature to the office. Lo and behold, however, that same boredom must have been inspired by the universe itself for seated in their rolling chair was a youth they had never seen before and that was an exciting thought in itself.
“I thought I knew all of you lot and yet here I am, surprised. It’s quite an accomplishment,” Babylon spoke, waiting for the door to close before they felt for the light and turned it in, eyes squinting at the sudden attack of illumination coming from the flickering bulbs on the ceiling. “though I don’t feel inclined to applaud you. You smell just like your creator and let me tell you - you ought to do something about that,” nose wrinkled as Babylon’s hand swayed before their face, pretending to try and do away with an unpleasant smell. “You stand out too much.” They took their coat off and then hung it, turning towards the fiery-haired youth that watched them from the comfort of the seat. “Well? To what do I owe the beautiful presence of His Highness’ offspring? Has he finally decided to offer truce? That feels somehow unlikely but I’ll bite, for the time being.”















