"Haven't met Moloch," he says. "I think he's a Canaanite god, not one of my family. Between you and me, though, our Michael is a great big bag of dicks."
Figuratively speaking, that is. There's a flare of something in Balthazar's Grace that Lucifer can no doubt feel. Something personal. He judges it's better not to discuss such things when they can curl up together and feel good instead, though.
It being the Nexus, the radio is playing some kind of romantic ballad from an alien planet. It's soft and sweet but with a touch of electronica in the backbeat. "Ohh...undressed, I think," Balthazar murmurs, and more or less shakes off his own clothing, letting it dissolve and reform as it hits the floor. "I got nice sheets so I could enjoy the way they feel on my skin, after all."
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Date: 2019-09-09 01:50 am (UTC)Figuratively speaking, that is. There's a flare of something in Balthazar's Grace that Lucifer can no doubt feel. Something personal. He judges it's better not to discuss such things when they can curl up together and feel good instead, though.
It being the Nexus, the radio is playing some kind of romantic ballad from an alien planet. It's soft and sweet but with a touch of electronica in the backbeat. "Ohh...undressed, I think," Balthazar murmurs, and more or less shakes off his own clothing, letting it dissolve and reform as it hits the floor. "I got nice sheets so I could enjoy the way they feel on my skin, after all."