" Girlfriend? But Bee and me ain't...?"
He didn't expect her to get so heated. Tex would listen to her, trying not to appear agitated and to keep him men from getting up in her face. Truth of the matter is they were friends and he cared about her, and he never wanted to see harm come to another hound anyway. They'd need to be careful about this.
" Why would you and him want to live here? Satan and Mammon are investin' in homes for all of us, looking to turn Pride into a buffer zone between Hell and Heaven. That way when they come for us the sinners are on the front lines, not us."
He'd offer her a hand.
" C'mon now. You all can crash at my place till your apartment block gets built. Or just stay as long as you want! You know me Loona, I'm not gonna just screw you over!"
โช โ OH YEAH? and how many "lowborns" are going to get sacrificed for this so-called "safe haven". maybe you've been on the winning side for too long that you failed to see how much bloodshed has already been spilled. โ she huffed with crossed arms. granted, she was a little happy to see the girlfriend retort gone past him but. . . . still, she wasn't sold in the least.
โ LUCIFER'S DEAD and now we're over here risking our lives to find a jester by the name of frizz or something. DO I KNOW YOU?! convince me because. . . way i see it, you're choosing the easy way out and screwing everyone else. That's not the Tex I knew and. . . loved. โ she stammered over the last word there, eyes trailing to her feet as she bit her lower lip. body shuddering to reveal how hard it was for her to go against Vortex's orders.
" Loona, I ain't really wanting to get into politics but when was the last time Lucifer did anything for us? Him, his kid, his wife? All they ever did was party with Goetia and tax us. Satan has always been the center of our civilization. Our food? All him, our power? All him. Mammon's infrastructure houses us, Bel's hospital heals us.
I ain't about to say the upper class are as good to us as I'd like. But look around? What problems in Hell exist that didn't come from insecure goetia traditions, bolstered by the Morningstars and sinners? You know that pound you grew up in? That place was supposed to be funded by taxes Lucifer wrote off so Paimon could build a castle for his nephew.
I don't want you to be just like me, or whatever. But I care about you, and I don't want you or your dad throwing your life away for a cause that does not care about you. C'mon girl. I ain't ever gonna hurt you. Never. But I don't think I can stop others from doin so if you stay. "
He looked at Blitzo.
" And you, I get it. You want to be self made. That old man there left a hole in you. Made you feel helpless yeah? But this is bigger than us. Bigger than our personal problems. If Satan is King the Hellborn stand to gain a lot. If Charlie does...well? You know who Adam was right? Angels? They are just a step above the goetia really."
