what did he care about the keys to Hell? the only keys that held any sort of interest for him were made of ivory, already bored with the conversation, but having decided to martyr his time he wouldn’t turn from it now. golden gaze watching her examine the drink, wondering if she’d try it if he found one of those ridiculous straws for her to drink out of. not that he made the assumption based on her form, but she was one of the guardians of innocence or some other such nonsense, the only reaction to what she’d said was a flicker of rage in his eyes before they were hidden behind his lashes as he finished his glass.
now that, that was interesting, mostly irritating, because he couldn’t just send Mazikeen, and he didn’t want to go himself until he learned more because he so hated falling for stupid traps just to get it over and done with. he’d only just got the smell of the last idiot off his skin, twisting the glass in his fingers idly before settling his hip against the bar, leaning down with his elbow bracing him.
‘and what do you think i should be doing, surely you’re not expecting me to fly off to go find this slanderer and bring him to some sort of justice, salvage my-’
he can’t help grinning, taking the glass away from her to lift in a mock toast before idly letting it fall back with a solid thunk.
‘my good name, as it were. why are you so worried for my reputation, little one?’
she wasn’t strong enough to hold Hell, so the idea that their father had sent her to govern Hell in Lucifer’s absence was borderline hysterical, and other than slander, which wasn’t incentive enough, he didn’t know why she’d bothered. did she want him to owe her a favour? was she trying to force him into a debt to her for her “free” information?
Frowning, she watched her brother, confused about what he was trying to do. For a moment she felt as if she was being questioned, like he thought that she had some ulterior motive, or some kind of plan. Truth was, she had used it to see him. How many of their family were down here, just hanging out, and capable of dropping in on.
Ionael pulled the glass closer to her, picked it up again and sniffed at it before she took a sip and coughed. Oh it burned. Like fire. Suddenly she found it fitting, as if their father had put together a drink that was perfectly suited to him. “I just thought you should know.” She stated honestly, “you always said that telling the truth was important.” Her brother was many things, devious, cunning, she’d go as far as to call him manipulative on occasion, but he wasn’t a liar. “You wouldn’t lie about people, so they shouldn’t get to tell lies about you.” It was an overly simplistic point of view, but it wasn’t entirely without merit.
Despite her young age, both in relation to her siblings, and her vessel, she understood some things. Without dark, there was no light. Without good, there was no bad. Without hell there was no heaven. For all of those, there were a million shades in between and all of it precariously balanced. The universe teetered on some strange homeostatic pinhead, should it sway too far one day, events would restore it, the balance would shift, ever ebbing to and fro, from dark to light, bad to good, heaven to hell. Too far to one extreme would take the world over the edge and that couldn’t be allowed to happen.
“Plus, I thought you should know in case anything happens...because if it goes wrong, then we know there’s going to be no world for you to have fun in.” That was what he was having here wasn’t it? Fun? “No ones going to want to party when the population of hell gets set free and ravages the Earth are they? I don’t think even I would like to play if that happened.”
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