He sits && listens, there’s immediately a soft
pang of regret as the answers come forth but
it was a question that had to be asked at some
point. What he didn’t expect was for the story
to start at the beginning, well the beginning
beginning. There’s a certain time for most all
angels when you’re told about all the other Gods
&& creatures. It happens when you’re older, when
it’s all easier to understand, that’s not to say you
don’t hear things though. The problem was, when
his era of angels grew old enough there was the
unrest in Heaven. The beginning of the end is a
way to say it, at that time no one was giving out
the history lessons. For the Fallen that lived through
the battles they went out, found ways to seek out
their own information. Hell, some even began
practicing new religions.
But that’s a story for another time, the main point
is Cerenus was a bit too dead for any of it. “Well.
I heard things, but you kind of assume it’s propaganda.
That’s --- fucked if I’m being honest.”
He could say more but what is there to say? ‘I’m
sorry that happened’? It wouldn’t change the fact it
had. The best he can do is hide his reaction, likely
seeming unaffected on the outside but on the inside
boy, was he boiling. It could be the fact she was
assumed a monster from the get go, or maybe that
upon breaking free she was murdered. It was almost
baffling, knowing her the way he does. She has a split
personality that’s ripped people apart with a smile &&
yet she seems the most undeserving of any kind of
punishment. Especially unwarranted.
The only good part to this was hearing about Mephistopheles.
Hearing his brother was there for her, even if originally
for selfish reasons. Cerenus was never a fool to the
others words, manipulation may have been the intention
in the beginning but he could tell Mephistopheles cares
for her just as much as he does. Even with things the way
they are now, there’s something there.