"I had a lot of trouble finding my niche amongst the Host," Balthazar admits, though without any sorrow or bitterness. "I was awfully reluctant to fight when I was young. I didn't understand enmity at all. Everything just looked beautiful and perfect to me and I didn't understand why our Father would ever want us to hurt anything."
He misses being that innocent, actually. He pulls Lucifer's hand closer and kisses the back of his knuckles.
"So, I tried a lot of side-jobs. I was a combat medic for a while, almost got snapped up by the Rit Zien. I did a lot of research into Enochian spellcasting, and then later on into the various adaptations humans made. Promotions and demotions all over the place. I did a very good job guarding the armory, though, when I was assigned to it. All the other things I'd studied helped there."
"I really am one of the top ten or twenty magic scholars in the Host back home." Er...assuming the angels he remembers being better than him are still alive. He hopes so. He doesn't want to be distinguished at something merely because the rest of the competition died. In any case, any Lucifer in any world would still outrank him. He smiles fondly at the one next to him, not quite oblivious to the emotional turmoil, but convinced he'd only make it more awkward by acknowledging it.
"I'm open to more lessons, though. I'll have to figure out something to teach you in return."
"Something more comfortable? On the terrace? I suppose a porch swing of some sort could work...although we'd have to accommodate our wings somehow. Come, let me show you the kitchen and the bedroom. Do you like to eat at all? I barely stock anything, but if you make me a list I can change that."
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Date: 2019-09-06 12:24 pm (UTC)He misses being that innocent, actually. He pulls Lucifer's hand closer and kisses the back of his knuckles.
"So, I tried a lot of side-jobs. I was a combat medic for a while, almost got snapped up by the Rit Zien. I did a lot of research into Enochian spellcasting, and then later on into the various adaptations humans made. Promotions and demotions all over the place. I did a very good job guarding the armory, though, when I was assigned to it. All the other things I'd studied helped there."
"I really am one of the top ten or twenty magic scholars in the Host back home." Er...assuming the angels he remembers being better than him are still alive. He hopes so. He doesn't want to be distinguished at something merely because the rest of the competition died. In any case, any Lucifer in any world would still outrank him. He smiles fondly at the one next to him, not quite oblivious to the emotional turmoil, but convinced he'd only make it more awkward by acknowledging it.
"I'm open to more lessons, though. I'll have to figure out something to teach you in return."
"Something more comfortable? On the terrace? I suppose a porch swing of some sort could work...although we'd have to accommodate our wings somehow. Come, let me show you the kitchen and the bedroom. Do you like to eat at all? I barely stock anything, but if you make me a list I can change that."