It must be worse, Balthazar thinks, to lose a mortal you know and love, and to be aware they're going where you cannot follow. If his vessel is ever destroyed beyond his ability to save, Levi will go to Heaven with the other Blessed Souls, and he'll be safe there, reliving the sweetest moments of his life for eternity. Balthazar won't be able to see him, though. Not unless Castiel's insane rebellion somehow succeeds.
His Grace curls around Lucifer in a brief flicker of light and affection; empathy for a pain he hasn't experienced yet but probably will some day.
"He was an atheist," he tells him with a little smirk. "Honestly, I don't think I cleared anything up for him. I had to speak to him to talk him into becoming my vessel for my mission, and he drew these while I was talking with him. Over the course of a few weeks. He never saw me physically, you know. Even a true vessel can't bear that without going blind. But he learned enough about me to do that." He points at what must be the later sketches, the ones of the spinning wheels of flame.
"I'm not trying to hide them, just trying to keep them safe," he says. "I have a few more paintings of his in my own world. I bought a gallery in Chicago. They're up there. But...well, these are the most important to me, and to him."
He nods at the painting. "That was his lover. Bartholomew Delaney. I never got to meet him; he'd died before I was sent to Earth. Levi was mourning him. Apparently the man was a musical prodigy. Never found an instrument he couldn't play."
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Date: 2019-09-07 09:34 pm (UTC)His Grace curls around Lucifer in a brief flicker of light and affection; empathy for a pain he hasn't experienced yet but probably will some day.
"He was an atheist," he tells him with a little smirk. "Honestly, I don't think I cleared anything up for him. I had to speak to him to talk him into becoming my vessel for my mission, and he drew these while I was talking with him. Over the course of a few weeks. He never saw me physically, you know. Even a true vessel can't bear that without going blind. But he learned enough about me to do that." He points at what must be the later sketches, the ones of the spinning wheels of flame.
"I'm not trying to hide them, just trying to keep them safe," he says. "I have a few more paintings of his in my own world. I bought a gallery in Chicago. They're up there. But...well, these are the most important to me, and to him."
He nods at the painting. "That was his lover. Bartholomew Delaney. I never got to meet him; he'd died before I was sent to Earth. Levi was mourning him. Apparently the man was a musical prodigy. Never found an instrument he couldn't play."