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damienwilde:

“Mmm, great minds.” Damien responded with a little grin, taking the phone back but with one quick look down at the screen she abandoned it again, holding it in her hand this time around but the expression never quite reached her eyes as she watched the way Comet’s own shifted.

Barbatos. The name rang a bell but for the life of her Damien couldn’t seem to recall why. She knew roughly about the Demon belonging to the name but it was more than that, like she was forgetting some important piece of information and it wasn’t until Comet mentioned a message the Demon wanted passed to Julian’s son that she remembered Jean telling her once about his time in Hell. Only she couldn’t recall the specifics, couldn’t even remember right then if Jean-Auguste had gone into detail and if it wasn’t for the strange feeling she’d gotten looking at the blonde Demon on the water she might have just brushed it off and put it down to Jean pretty much knowing everyone.

“What was the message?” She asked curiously, fighting the urge to look back over her shoulder at the Duke and managed to keep her eyes on Comet this time around out of nothing more than pure stubbornness, still feeling the prickle at the back of her neck of eyes staring. The last thing she wanted today was an encounter with someone from her father’s past when she couldn’t yet recall the extent of it and then she tried to convince herself after what the other had said that Barbatos was looking at Comet instead because if Damien had been a Duke of Hell, she certainly would have been watching Comet, someone who actually had stake in Hell, over herself even as she chuckled softly as the Half Breed told her how their encounter had gone.

“Well look at you moving on up in the world, about time the old timers started realising potentional when it’s right in front of them. How’s it been for you? You enjoying it?” In hindsight enjoy was probably the wrong word to use but Damien figured it was close enough as she reached up out of nothing more than pure habit alone and moved to brush a loose strand of Comet’s hair back behind her ear. “I’ve missed seeing you around.”

“He never told me. I never gave him the chance. I was too quick on letting him know I was last person who was going to run around doing favors-”

“-without getting something in return.”

Demonic minded through and through. How was it going in Hell for her and was she enjoying it?

“My father, who taught me everything I could ever need to know to survive in Hell was wiped out of existence by your family during the outbreak of an infernal civil war after Satan’s demise and rise of the new Devil who used my mother’s brother as a baby-sitter for his science experiments and treated like family his whole life when the world of humanity shunned and shooed him away. My mother’s soul is stuck in her caged mind same as the bridge when she was a ghost too scared to rise to earth, too brainwashed, tortured, and broken to understand that since my father is gone her contract of damnation was broken and is free to leave, especially now that your family has opened the whole world up for her. She thinks he’ll be back and she’ll get in trouble. I keep my solitude with her until I get cabin fever and come out for some air. Infernal spies creep around our lair to warn anyone nearby to flee if they see me stir because when I’m around the civil war becomes meaningless to them all. The only outbreak they’re worried about is which one I might set out on them if they get too close or offend me. Do I enjoy it? Yes, yes I do. I’ve been enjoying myself.”

“I alone carry my father’s powers. For all his raped and ravage born children in Hell the gene passed to no one immortal. It took an almost instinct mortal moth with healing powers faster and stronger than any immortal to withstand the fragile state of infancy by all the plagues that ran in his veins. No one tries to fuck with me now. This time I’ve been summoned along with the others, orders sent by Caim. Him, I’ll do a favor for. What about you? Been enjoying yourself .... and your.... inability to bend over?”

damienwilde:

The first thing Damien noticed was the Grim Reaper himself, it was hard not to considering he was right there on top of the church and she had a brief moment to wonder just how unhappy Caim might be knowing the Angel of Death was right there in the open for all to see. Her hand was halfway lifted into a wave when she heard the sound of horse hooves and dropped it back by her side, suddenly getting the feeling that whoever the Archangel was there for, it definitely wasn’t to say hello to her. Still, even with that hooded cloak completely covering Samael’s form from view Damien got the distinct impression the Angel’s eyes were fixed on something behind her and she turned her head to look.

Venice it seemed, was a lot more crowded today than she’d expected it to be. Had she known it was going to be one of those days she might have stayed inside, or at the very least walked out the front door wearing something that wasn’t just the shirt of Tray’s she’d pulled from his closet since it was one of the few things that was loose enough to both cover her stomach and hung long enough that she could get away with not wearing pants which was a definite added bonus. Of course the fact that it smelled like Tray had absolutely nothing to do with it. Only she really hadn’t bothered about shoes either and catching sight of the entourage really had her thinking that dropping her phone and not being able to pick it back up again was the least of her embarrassment worries.

Fuck it. It wasn’t as though she had a reputation to uphold with Hell and after how everything had gone down the last time she’d been there collecting Lost Boys it was safe to say that if Hell wanted nothing to do with her then Damien would be perfectly okay with that. So she forgot about the phone for a moment and just watched the line of demons heading in and was so caught up in the sight she didn’t even realise someone else was approaching her. Maybe it was the way the only female in the procession looked at her or maybe it was travelling party itself but for a long moment as she stood there and watched, Damien couldn’t help but get the feeling she was watching a prisoner get escorted into Venice rather than royalty.

Either way her thought process and attention was broken by a flash of movement from the corner of her eye that had her turning back to the phone fast. “It’s okay I got it- Comet!” Her face spread into an immediate grin she just couldn’t stop from spreading, she hadn’t seen that face in such a long time. Since a certain New Years Eve party in fact where Comet had given her the gift of Tray’s close friend’s head. Was it bad that Damien couldn’t even remember his name? She couldn’t bring herself to care right then and the only thing that stopped her from moving right on forward to hug the other were the words coming out of the halfling’s mouth being enough to give her pause with a frowning laugh.

“No actually, I did not know that.” She thought about it for a moment, about the words themselves and why Comet had said them. There really were only two ways she could have taken them but considering the first was just far too much for her to wrap her head around right now Damien just shook her head with a soft laugh.

“But in that case I guess I better consider myself real damn lucky mine’s stuck in captivity.” She added with a wink.

“Silver lining right? Although I’m still pretty upset about how easy you just made picking that up look. I forget what it’s like to be able to bend over without feeling like I’m going to fall flat on my face.” Her eyes narrowed a little then, zeroing in on the phone Comet hadn’t actually handed back yet, if anything she was holding it away from her. “You planning on giving that back any time soon or…”

It took Damien a while to notice. Far longer than it should have to realise the strange little feeling at the back of her neck was because someone was watching her and she turned around. Blue eyes studying the surrounding areas before finally coming to rest on a lone figure in the canal.

While other children grew up listening to fairytales, Damien had grown up being told the tediously long histories of Angel and Demon kind. Somewhere at the very back of her mind and buried in the subconsciousness of struggling to pay attention she probably knew each and every one of their names but their faces? They were demons Damien had never met, faces she’d never seen but the one staring right at her on the water, there was just something about him that left a nagging little feeling in the back of her mind. It was like trying to recall a dream that just travelled further and further away from her thoughts the more she tried to grab hold of it. It was a feeling more than a memory but one she wasn’t really sure was even her own to begin with. It was like trying to remember a memory she’d never even had.

As a breeze blew she blinked, reaching up to push her hair away from her eyes and turned back to Comet unable to help but ask. “Who is that on the water?”

The soft smile that Comet only let slip for her nearest and dearest split her face.

“That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Her speech had come a long way. Straight up English came out of her mouth and the half broken vibe to it was nearly gone. She’d been practicing.

Comet handed Damien the phone when she asked for it, but the Wilde would find out it wouldn’t do her much good. Comet’s electronic interference had the phone glitching out and blipping continuously restarting itself over and over.

The demon moth turned to check out the demon on the water. Her expression blanked out again.

“Duke Barbatos. I’ve met him before. He knew my father. He tried to get me to give Julian’s son a message. I told him I might be a half breed, but I’m no lackey, and to deliver it him self and took his voice with a severe case of tonsillitis. He shot me with an arrow for my insolence and then nominated me by name to be given proper rank.”