Heavenly Sweetness

"Everyone is a new friend if you're brave enough."

[half-divine-prince]

Starter for @lilithianqueen The small half divinity kept his distance from his mistress for most of the day, he knew when he was specifically unsought for. Not that he was ever unwelcomed, but it was impolite to intrude when family was involved. He felt something he never thought he would from Lilith, a gift and curse he received from God upon his birth. The ability to tell something was wrong... and the need to correct it the best he can. Now, with all this taken into account. To show sympathy and offer a distraction from the problems is always fine in these times when nothing can be done. To intrude in any other way that would be to correct this would see his head on a platter. He did what he did best. All day he was in the kitchen of the palace, cooking and baking. Only at the tail end of the day when sun was still barely out did he come out, with tray enclosed with a cloche. The smell of vanilla and other sweet things lingered in the air, along with the floral smell of tea. And so, he finally knocked on her door. Only then did he show hesitation, unsure of how she would take this... “I beg your pardon your majesty, may I enter? I... I made something for you.”

[half-divine-prince]

“Marriage? Nah, that’s too much commitment in the here and now. Wedding cake though? That’s the good stuff, normalize buying them for yourself.”

[half-divine-prince]

The small prince is simply tending to his garden, waiting for a friend to come by and share tea with him. Even if no one showed up, this was a nice day to be outside regardless, and he made enough tea and biscuits for whoever would join him.

[lilithianqueen]

     “I do hope all you little sinners have been good while I was away~.”

[half-divine-prince]

“My Queen! It’s so good to see you.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                   That smile is almost enough to make him vomit up his latest meal right where he stands. The irritation bleeding into the air as thick, crackling static before he reigns his rigid composure. And though his gloves assure some semblance of skin separation, he has to fight every muscle in his body that demanded he abandon his discipline and rip his hand free from their grasp.

“You seem misinformed on where I stand in this little performance. My only role on this stage is as a spectator. Whether they laugh. Cry. Scream, Cheer. Or turn their claws and teeth on the very place that promised them sanctuary. It’s all the same to me. The do say that tragedy is the best comedy, after all! I’m under no obligation to ‘cheer them on’ as you put it. In fact I’d much prefer to see where the dominos all.

If that means they’re to turn on everyone in this little pet project, well, then I say that’s just the form of inspiration I need!”

He could tell when someone was uncomfortable so he released his grasp, but Richter kept that way too perfect smile up a bit longer. “You misunderstand, you’re the fear factor here. You bring on this air that you are the ring leader here, you goad and prod and make a show of it all. The very fact that you associate with the owner is enough. For when fear and anger are mixed, that is when those around you believe that there are more of them... and only one of you.” He let the smile die down but only just a touch, after all no one was fully dressed without a smile. As he spotted the last leg of his little journey up ahead. “One last thing to note. You really aren’t the one in control, and I do not think there is a single thing you can tell me to make me believe otherwise. Even your own emotions are subject to those around you as I have already been able to show.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                 “Then I should thank him, shouldn’t I?” He won’t. The very thought turning his stomach into hatred-filled knots that curdle the moment the phrase leaves his mouth. “The idea of perfection sounds… exhaustingly boring. Human kind fighting and squabbling atop a pile of bodies is how things should be and should have been.” It’s a blatant statement of his own thirst for entertainment more than a full-on observation.

“Hm.. so change above takes precedence over change below, then. Not that I disagree. I’m much rather see them try and fail than try and succeed. And if they somehow do manage some convoluted bushwa of redemption? I’ll have the first row seat either way.”

“...I keep forgetting who I am talking to, after all you aren’t just any sinner. Why, you give Cain a run for his money. But you are correct, perfection all the time is in fact boring. A taste every now and then however is absolutely what keeps men going, or at least what they perceive as perfection.” Richter looks over to Alastor and stops, grabbing their hand and smiling that sickeningly sweet smile at him. “You are mistaken though. You think watching them fall will be the fun part. No no. The fun part will be when it becomes an actual problem. When they do find themselves preferring more virtuous lives and then seek heaven only to be cast down like bloody dolls during the culling of their kind. They will prostrate and beg that they have changed... but no deliverance shall come. And when the few that survive find that it truly is impossible after they had finally become good people, who do you think they will turn to screaming in anger after they filled their heads with the idea of salvation only for them to be spat at? It will be horrendous. A horrid conflagration of turning on the one who lead them on. Who gave them hope. And the worst part is... it isn’t a comedy, it’s a tragedy. But yes, go ahead and witness the horde turn on the audience who cheered them to move forward.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                       “Then he deserves a stern talking to about comedic timing! Several years after my death doesn’t have quiet the shock value only a few days tends to!” And he was all about showmanship.

He does manage a quick glance towards the Hotel when the half-breed speaks. The black of an eyebrow cocking in interest as they pass. “Now there’s a joke I haven’t heard before! If the scriptures of men are to believed, heaven hasn’t changed since the dawn of it’s existence!” He cants his head in amusement, the slight shift of ears being his only outward reaction to the accusation. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of comedy. Different tastes for different folks in all walks of life. Though I am curious on why you think so. What’s done is done, true. But isn’t hope the epitome of everything God gave the human spirit?”

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? But no, hope is a construct that came about afterwards. Think about it really. In the garden of Eden where all was already perfect and there was no predator or prey, a true utopia that was almost more a living diorama than anything else. What use would there be? For hope of all things? No, you can thank Lucifer for hope and disparity and all of life’s aspirations.” He gets out of viewing distance of that hotel and shakes his head, getting a nice view of the palace and smiling. “As for heaven and change, you’d be surprised. From what I read and what I saw there was a lot of differences. The status and station of the cherubs for example. Not so much heaven’s elites anymore as much as they are now a more of working class almost. And... the whole “be not afraid” thing is less of a thing now that they all look like puttos. Which I mean...” He looks at himself and shrugs. “Derivative of them my look is but I at least made myself look like an adult version.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                A hand presses to the horror’s chest in faux insult, and were it not for the teasing smile gracing his lips, one might even consider believing the faux shock at his admissions. “Well! They do say curiosity has a way of killing the cat! Hah!” Whatever he meant by that was whisked away as they round the corner. True, his presence did give them a wider birth to further avoid the distasteful sort. But a dark alleyway always bleed with foul circumstances. 

—And so it’s no surprise when they end up once again in the light of the crimson sky, Alastor fully intending on a straighter path as they chattered on. Going as far as a dreamy, wishful sigh that breaks through the static. The heel of a hand pressing firmly at the base of his chin to further accent the disappointment. “Ah but if only I had been alive for such a delight! Yes indeedy! I’m sure the pain and suffering was one to relish and remember for decades to come.” 

“You can be certain that the angel of death did not plan that, oh no good sir. But enough of past tragedies such as that.” He walked on, passing by a silly little building with silly little people inside thinking that they can do better. “That is a tragedy in of itself, and I don’t mean just the poor architecture. Between you and me, most of this city is so bland and blah. No... the real tragedy with that building is that no matter how much someone tries, they aren’t getting out of here until heaven itself changes to let them in.” He walks on by, almost wanting to put distance between himself and that place. As if the very notion of others trying to overcome their problems and failing didn’t sit right with him and even caused him distress. “It is poor comedy, that the dead, despite already being in hell and thus judged, would have enough life and problems in them to still give me a headache there... and I want to see it succeed but... like I said, it is poor comedy.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                  Speaking into?  — Why, he’s practically just met and they’re already throwing food around as if he weren’t a person at all! (But stones are never evaded by throwing more stones.) So instead, he smiles that wolfish, perpetually carved smile in response to their question. Claws, insidiously disguised as fingers, brushing the air to conjure forth the crimson and ebony cane far too matched to his person to be anything else but his own, and strikes it down against the concrete.

 “Alastor. Though the name has been a bit skewed since my time below. I detest nicknames and false identities, you see. Nor do I have the need for a fake one, either.” It’s almost said like a challenge as he bounces on his heel to begin a steady pace. Long spindly legs clearing the distance he knew could only be kept pace because they wanted him too. “Though I do hate liars and it’s clear you know exactly where you’re going, don’t you?”

He smiles brightly at the deer man, for he told no lies in a manner of speaking and he saw problems in people like they were an open book, such was the good lord’s curse and gift to him. “I have said no lies. I am absolutely and incredibly lost. I know where I am headed of course, but the way there I only know after I’ve made my way to that destination. In fact, until you gave me any form of idea where I was, I had no idea if I was even still in pride or on the outskirts.” He scoffs and side eyes Alastor, mulling over that name and then snickers. “If you say so good sir. Skewed or not I think it is a nice name you’ve made for yourself, rolls off the tongue and has a nice ring to it. And my what an interesting voice you have with that cane. One might even believe you enjoyed presenting the news to others in life... given your time period I wonder if you were perhaps the one who presented the Hindenburg’s last hour.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                 The cursory gaze of the crimson horror narrows slightly, corners of a widened smile twitching as it ripples just below where the crescent cut his cheeks. …..oh? Helpless, was he? He’s no mere fledgling to tricks, but the thought of turning this infernal mundane evening into something more entertaining is enough to tingle his senses out of what might seems to other’s the proper choice to make  — or perhaps he simple wanted to see where this game may lead.

“Very well.” His voice breaks sudden from the static, irritation bleeding into silence as he passes. “Though if I’m to accompany you, a name to the face in which your conversing with is a lovely addition.”

“I’ll honor your question but I must know your true name as well. After all, the horror I am speaking into must definitely have a fitting name.” He waits a moment and then smiles, wings stretched and his eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. “My name is Richter, half angel and born royalty as I am sure the look made it quite obvious. I assume due to the wide berth others give you that I speak to one of Hell’s elite? How lovely to speak to one who thinks they’re in control~” He spoke a lot but said little, perhaps trying to make him second guess and doubt things. With a quick look through him he simply smiles and walks off through an alley way, making a short cut through one of the city blocks. “You’ve got long legs and a wide mouth, walk and talk. It is what god gave you after all.”

[half-divine-prince]

dementedstatic​:

                     While others might cower and hide from the coming power, he waits. And sure enough does it appear. Far more human than he’d expected, but what was the King himself but an angel taken on a more comfortable form.

The smile of course, is what catches his interest the most. Sickly sweet, just as ever tale and hymn foretold. Not that he himself had taken part in any sort of worship in life. No, he was far more interested in the present to worry about what befell the future. Ah, but now he’s stayed quiet for too long, how rude of him. “The king? Oh-ho. I’d say you are quite lost my good man. About several streets up the past Styx road lost, actually!” A claw, insidiously disguised as a finger, lifts, and he points to his left towards the skyline before bringing his glowing gaze back to the exigent being. “I would say the travel would best be done if you were to fly. Of course that all depends on the risk you’re willing to take. Sinners don’t take kindly to feathered things, as I’m sure you know.”

“Oh good sir, you would not leave a small and helpless half breed like me alone to face those who would tear me apart, would you? After all, it is exactly as you said, I am not of this place and the animosity of those around might attract them to me despite my not wanting any trouble.” He kept up the smile and stared right back into Alastor’s eyes, no doubt he knew exactly what this sinner was and in fact came to him specifically. Why, he probably wasn’t even lost given that with the proper vantage point he could easily point out and go towards the palace. No, he was trying to play a game of sorts, whether it be just a silly prank made by some kid or that of an insidious trick crafted by some malicious fey, watching for the moment to spring their trap. “What say you good sir, would you please take me to the palace? I can of course repay you in some way as I have duties of import there.”

[half-divine-prince]

spamddison​:

‘ No no no, I’m sure there’s something real in there! ‘ He’d reach out to the coin he presented to the other, clearly not knowing the difference but would do whatever he could to get his hands on this sweet Holy Water.  When asked if he was a swindler did he just look up with the most innocent look on his face- it was very clear that he indeed was one, but not like he’d admit that right away. ‘ How about we make another kinds of [TRADE]? I’m a salesman too you know? I’d love to get my hands on your [sweet sweet holy water] as quite the [HOLY] man despite living down here in [HELL]. ‘

Richter hmm’d and hum’d as he paced and looked up at this clear sinner/scammer/swindler. “I don’t know there friend, silver is perhaps the most stable economic resource. As inflation rise it stays the same value and in fact is more stable than gold in terms of its market value.” He snapped his finger and picked up a singular bottle of Holy Water, handing it over but keeping a firm grip. “Here’s a deal you can’t possibly refuse, homo chorda. I will let you have it but you will owe me the 25 silver dimes or the equivalent of such. If you want more, your debt to me will of course increase.”

[spamddison-deactivated20221208]

@half-divine-prince​ // "Holy water! Grab yourself some true, real deal holy water made by a real half angel! Only 25 real silver dimes a bottle! Grab yourself some water of heaven today!“ 

Oh- he usually was the one who did the selling but he could never pass up a deal as good as this! Not to mention it was Holy Water of all things too. Not realizing that he specifically said real silver dimes did the demon instead reach into his coat pocket to pull out all the pocket change he had. And BAM, he’d drop all the coins right down infront of the angel, wiggling and vibrating with excitement. ‘ I’ll take your [ENTIRE STOCK]!!!! ‘

[half-divine-prince]

The half angel took a look at these clearly non-silver dimes and bites at one, bending it with his tooth. “Sir these are no more silver than the fillings of some slime on the street. Do you take me for some charlatan? Are you a swindler?” “I make real holy water that has the power of heaven infused within, made with real angel substances. I will take nothing more than the finest Silver Dimes. Surely you can provide that, I do not ask for much.”

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[half-divine-prince]

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[lilithianqueen]

half-divine-prince​:

Richter smiles and starts down the hall towards the room of the queen. “Apologies for one sided conversation but… it always seems when I bring tea it’s always set aside, maybe I should bring coffee or cocoa next time. What do you think?”

     He whuffed. Lilith gets distracted easily, and the tea isn’t consumed.. while Richter’s there. The tea never goes unfinished, nor is the gesture of bringing it to her less enjoyed. He just plods along next to him.

[half-divine-prince]

"You're right, perhaps she simply enjoys my company. After all, why else would she keep me here. And besides, some people enjoy their tea cold." With that said he sets the tea in one hand once more and knocks on the door to Lilith's chambers. "My queen, it is I with your evening tea, as well as you canine companion."

[lilithianqueen]

@half-divine-prince​ Richter is going to cautiously pet the dog while also trying to balance the evening tea in another hand. “G-good dog.”

     He’ll allow the pets. He does tottle along next to Richter, however. Time to go see mom.

[half-divine-prince]

Richter smiles and starts down the hall towards the room of the queen. "Apologies for one sided conversation but... it always seems when I bring tea it's always set aside, maybe I should bring coffee or cocoa next time. What do you think?"