For all that he doesn’t want to battle, Balthazar finds himself a little ruffled at the declaration, Lucifer’s determination that he not fight in their war. He folds his arms across his chest, tugging his blazer closer, giving a small, thoughtful frown. “I don’t have to battle the host to take part. I can operate as a medic or weaponsmith from behind the lines. You can’t shelter me forever.”
But those details aren’t really what he was asking about, and he nods at the offer to sit in and observe their parliament. “Yes, I think I had better. You don’t operate like the Host as I’m used to it. That’s not really a surprise, we were never a democracy, but just watching the protocol as it happens is going to be a new experience for me.”
Angels that talk back to their superiors? Questions and doubts freely voiced? He can’t wait to see this.
When Lucifer begins to explain about Moloch, he settles again, restlessness leaving his body. He wasn’t entirely wrong, he thinks, in his initial analysis of the fallen angel at the Christmas party. Someone’s done a number on him. He just didn’t realize it was done so long ago.
“Does he expect you to turn on him, too? Is that why he’s so bloody contentious?”
That would make Balthazar’s arrival intolerable, wouldn’t it? A potential catalyst to turn Lucifer against him utterly. Unendurable—or else an opportunity to prompt a fight that might finally kill him.
Good thing the Rit Zien never got their claws into Balthazar, because that is exactly the kind of pain that would make their sense of mercy go haywire.
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Date: 2020-02-20 09:54 pm (UTC)But those details aren’t really what he was asking about, and he nods at the offer to sit in and observe their parliament. “Yes, I think I had better. You don’t operate like the Host as I’m used to it. That’s not really a surprise, we were never a democracy, but just watching the protocol as it happens is going to be a new experience for me.”
Angels that talk back to their superiors? Questions and doubts freely voiced? He can’t wait to see this.
When Lucifer begins to explain about Moloch, he settles again, restlessness leaving his body. He wasn’t entirely wrong, he thinks, in his initial analysis of the fallen angel at the Christmas party. Someone’s done a number on him. He just didn’t realize it was done so long ago.
“Does he expect you to turn on him, too? Is that why he’s so bloody contentious?”
That would make Balthazar’s arrival intolerable, wouldn’t it? A potential catalyst to turn Lucifer against him utterly. Unendurable—or else an opportunity to prompt a fight that might finally kill him.
Good thing the Rit Zien never got their claws into Balthazar, because that is exactly the kind of pain that would make their sense of mercy go haywire.