#soleirie

Surely, the sun god wouldn't mind that it had been a while since they last saw each other. 

Maybe gathering a bouquet of beautiful flowers would make up for the heat he was about to receive?  People liked flowers, right?  They were romantic, they held stunning beauty and they smelled wonderful...a true reflection of the devil's self if he could say so.

Satanick appeared in the god's world, immediately being assaulted with the vast temperature change.  It was cooler where he dwelled in comparison and he swore his body wouldn't get used to those changes.  No matter, he would endure the heat and make it look effortless.  That's what he was good at, after all.

"Guess who's here!" The devil sang out, happy to see his old friend once again.

And yet, here he was, finding himself in god's graces once again.  It wasn't as if he wanted to do this job, but Lzet was buried in paperwork and his dear devil had gone off on her walk again.  Who knew when she was to return.  It would put him in her good graces to deliver this important paperwork to the god.

At least, of all of the deities, with the exception of Etihw, Siralos seemed the most accepting of people of...his class. After all, Siralos did date the devil of Pitch World and Reficul's friend, Satanick.  Maybe this would be easier than he thought.  It was the little things about the ruling of the gods and their relationships with others that Mephir took note of.

After all, he was one of the original angels that conspired against Elux.  Things just happened to play out right when Reficul fell.  

Well, that was enough of the past.  There was no time to dwell on such things when he was standing before the presence of the brightest light on the sun.

        ♚ ┈ ¦ Beaming up at his Father, the Young Devil gently reaches for Siralos’s gloved hand. It was bliss up here, the sun shining and days bright. The fields warm and welcoming, his Father loving and Sister playful and strong. Ivlis loved his life, but especially held a special love for his father, leaning into Siralos slowly and smiling brightly.                    ❝ Of course! Everything always is so beautiful...                             Can you show me again how to make suns? ❞

A man regarded as cold and cruel, a harsh monolith in hisworld of faux happiness, littered with deceptive fluffy clouds and brightrainbows, a striking figure who walked among deities and held fast to weaponsand cigarettes…a domineering puppet mast who was lord of all he desired…

 But what did that even matter now?  His infrastructure was built on sand, slowlybeing eroded away by his own undoing. That same undoing that landed him in this predicament.  Fumus had always liked seeing others blood,having knocked them down to stand tall in comparison, to make world of wretchedmisery and submission…but that meant nothing as the mighty fall.  

 And still, in the moment he felt nearly nothing.  An empty hull that has been hollowed out ashe did to so many others…nihilistic and cold, so very empty. For once, someonehad gotten the best of him.  For once, hewas the one bleeding on the ground, a broken man festering in something akin tosorrow…or perhaps it was shame of defeat?

 Who was he kidding? That bulldog personality of his would dofar from permit him to cave into the reality he knew.

 Yet…he found himself too cold and tired to care at thisrate.  

 The god attempted to put his bloodied lips around hiscigarette. The taste of nicotine being his only solace at this point…it was toobad that the blood that gurgled up from his throat would do nothing more thansnub it out and coat it with disappointment. Even in his final moments he was denied the comfort of his only friend.

 Fate was truly a fucked up element…more so than his own. Hesupposed that he couldn’t complain as much as he had warped other’s destiniesto his liking like a cruel puppet master.

 He felt his body raise in temperature a little.  Odd since he was losing so much blood…

 Wait…

 This was the last person he wanted around him.  That sun god was just going to rub hisfollies in his face…and right now he hadn’t the strength to combat him.