"Why are we eating family style?" I said in air quotes, sowhat annoyed, at everyone at the dining table. First off. I can't rember even eating family style with Zariel, my real family. But here we are, Lucifer, Moloch, phisto, Beelzebub, Aurelia, and Zariel at one table.
"Oh, stop being so anti-social," Beelzebub casually ntioned having arrived once the battle was over for so reason; he suspiciously sat there demanding we have dinner. "My niece. How are you? How's the little parasite."
"They're called babies, Bel." Aurelia tacked on.
"That requires a mother to feed them. Aka parasite."
"Facts." Said Zariel stupidly.
"Don't agree with him!" demanded Aurelia shooting my brother icy glare, who practically cowered away. "How dare you call our boy a parasite."
Sulking away awkwardly, a few scarlet eyes lingered on as I spoke out: "Moloch… hows my uncle?"
"Oh? My disciple, you an? Great. He's got a knack for torturing." he replied, leaning his head over his palm with a charming smile. "It's odd, though. No matter how I try to break that graceful poise he has, all it seems to do is refine it. Your uncle is quite regal. It honestly makes want to beco a monarch like you guys."
"Really?" Beelzebub chid in, singling for the maids to begin serving wine. "You're not one to be tied down."
"Oh? Are you scared he might try to initiate a war with you? It is that ti for Mythos to have a new ruler." Lucifer remarked, lifting his chalice to his lips. He sipped it, but his gaze remained poised upon Beelzebub asuring his reaction. "Or you could challenge phisto. He's leaving anyway."
"That is true." The trickster said, thanking one of the maids with a beaming grin. " But… you'll have to deal with Ishar and Amara. You know those two are hella close. Not to ntion there all on our level."
"We'll join in too." Zariel attested, staring at the chalice with a curious gleam. "Amara is Aurelia adopted Mother. And Ishar is one of my allies."
"And possibly my son's wife!" Aurelia shouted, the childish grin upon her face beaming.
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"Good luck with that." Everyone said, as even maids could not help themselves.
I haven't known Ishar that long, but judging from their reactions. I'm sure sothing was up… Was Ishar secretly a man? That would be the perfect trap. Dear lord, god help us all!
Tearing up a little as my thoughts wandered, I gulped, suddenly feeling everyone's eyes on .
"You know… we can all sense your intent, right? We can practically read your mind. What idiotic thoughts are you having?" phisto remarked, grinning devilishly.
Gathering all my wisdom, I said: "rely thoughts in passing nothing that should be shared. But what shall we do about tatron? I'm sure he'll be an issue in the future."
"You suggest we kill him?" Moloch mused, shaking his hand in disapproval. "Even if we could, which none of us can. It'll be an issue."
"Back up. None of you can? Looks like you all were—" Pausing as I glanced down at the snow-white wolf with burning red eyes nudge against . I frown, signaling to the maids. " get little Gadreel a bowl. So of your best. And food. He seems to like..." recalling the hearts of many won gorged out of their chest back in his cave. I said: " Female hearts. Virgins, if that matters. Vampires seem to like that type of shit."
Many of the maids looked for Beelzebub for permission before they scurried off. But it was a big surprise that Gadreel would transform into a wolf from that earlier monstrosity. I truly want to hear his story. All that happened to him can't be because he fell. Can it?
Clearing my throat, I continued: " yes, it looked like you all were bullying the shit out of tatron. So why can't you kill him."
"He's the Scribe of God." phisto was the first to say. "His very existence is to record the words of our Lord Father. In his arsenal possess so of the greatest powers you can hardly imagine. That bastard once turned into a pillar of salt. Were it not for my ability to polymorph, I'd have died."
"But all that cos with a price," Moloch added. "The mont tatron uses one of Father's Words, he brings him into the equation."
"What do you an?"
"It ans everyone is fucked." Beelzebub grunted, his disheveled hair and red eyes dimming as the conversation continued. "Father is fair. So he'll act as judge and juror. aning everyone will be punished. The Word of God is a final resort. One that can't be countered—"
"Without the word of the Abyss." I grinned as everyone paused. Everyone but phisto, who in turn grinned deviously.
"I'd not considered Big Aunties viewpoint," Lucifer muttered. "How's she doing, by the way? It's been so long since we paid tribute."
"... You've t her?"
Lucifer flinched and stared at as though I were stupid. "We have t GOD. He's our father. No shit, we've t with the Abyss. Although, that was before the fall… Now that I think about it… why did we go?"
Everyone humd, but none answered to my amazent.
"I know it's been a long ti, but I thought you'd rember why," I said, noticing the silence continue.
"It's no use trying to rember," phisto comnted darkly, swirling the content of his chalice, a gloomy shimr ripping from his infernal eyes. "Our mories as to why we went or what we spoke about is absent from our minds."
"So… You all got mind raped." Aurelia mindlessly said. "How's it feel? Ya'll still raw up there? Want so ice?"
"Screw you!' Said Beelzebub, gritting his teeth. He stord to his feet, slamming his fist against the table. " To wipe our mories at that point in ti would be impossible."
"That's why the mories aren't fully gone," phisto said. "There is a noticeable hole in our mories, but unless you actively look for it, you'll never find it. Just like..."
"You knew of this?" Moloch grimaced, the calm exterior seemingly cracking. "And you. " He pointed towards Lucifer. " You seed to have known."
"Yes… he ca to before the first battle in heaven before we fell. We've been trying to figure it out since. Is there a problem?" Lucifer asked calmly.
"Typical."
"Drama~" Aurelia chid in, giggling away. "Look, guys, it's not so bad. Its…"
Covering his wife's mouth, Zariels stood up: "Let's go, Arsene. It's best not to get too involved in the Fallen. No one ever wins. Especially when drama is involved."
Hesitant, kind of wanting to see so drama, I sighed, knowing Zariel was right. If there was another battle, I was sure not to survive: "Fine. Co on, Gad. Let's go. We've got much to discuss."
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