"I have four children, though only two still survive." Lucifer frowned deeply at the whole concept and sighed. "I do not kill angels unless there are no alternatives." Or it was Michael or Abdiel, those two he would gut without thinking. Lucifer, despite all of his wrath, rarely killed anyone. His hate was focused and specific.
At the invitation to ruffle feathers he brushes his fingers through Balthazar's feathers in the same manner someone might ruffle hair. He's still pleasantly shocked by being called darling or love, every time. The King of Hell wasn't often on the receiving end of terms of endearment. He was going to say more but the lips on his skin brought a quiet moan as he turned his neck.
There was another apology and Lucifer still didn't know how to react to them. He imagined that maybe the way those apologies felt was akin to forgiveness, though, God had never offered him forgiveness for any of the trespasses. The best he could imagine as a response is honesty. "She...Eve..." He was trying to formulate how to say what he was thinking. It was painful and left him looking like he might cry. He felt like he would but he had cried all he could over Eve centuries ago. "Everyone reads Genesis, but no one ever questions why Abel was god-fearing and pious, while Cain, the first born of Eve, was rebellious and aggressive."
That was the best way he could say it without becoming an internal wreck again. His children and Eve were one reason he felt so vulnerable and uncertain around this angel. Too much lost to enemies, especially on account of God.
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Date: 2019-08-25 03:06 am (UTC)At the invitation to ruffle feathers he brushes his fingers through Balthazar's feathers in the same manner someone might ruffle hair. He's still pleasantly shocked by being called darling or love, every time. The King of Hell wasn't often on the receiving end of terms of endearment. He was going to say more but the lips on his skin brought a quiet moan as he turned his neck.
There was another apology and Lucifer still didn't know how to react to them. He imagined that maybe the way those apologies felt was akin to forgiveness, though, God had never offered him forgiveness for any of the trespasses. The best he could imagine as a response is honesty. "She...Eve..." He was trying to formulate how to say what he was thinking. It was painful and left him looking like he might cry. He felt like he would but he had cried all he could over Eve centuries ago. "Everyone reads Genesis, but no one ever questions why Abel was god-fearing and pious, while Cain, the first born of Eve, was rebellious and aggressive."
That was the best way he could say it without becoming an internal wreck again. His children and Eve were one reason he felt so vulnerable and uncertain around this angel. Too much lost to enemies, especially on account of God.