Sandalphon found great solace in the mindless task of public service he partook in the cozy little cafe settled at the heart of Spirale’s commerce district. The flow of visitors was neither overwhelming nor lacking, but just enough to keep him stimulated and his hands working. Rather that be grinding roasts or refilling the machines to dispense freshly made brews, he honestly enjoyed it; the passing hours spent doing the thing that was almost second nature to him now, he really didn’t mind it, as opposed to the twiddling of his thumbs he’d be doing otherwise in wait of reobtaining his lost inheritance.
His fellow coworkers were fine for what they were, albeit getting on his nerves from time to time, he was growing accustomed to their personalities and various quirks. Not much else different from how his situation taking up shelter within the Grandcypher crew. He kept his distance, as usual, and they respected that, mostly, but he wouldn’t ever wish true ill-will upon them… he wasn’t that kind of individual anymore.
“Hey, Phon! Customer in-coming! I’m still fixing up stock back here, can you take care of it?”
He was only polishing up the espresso machine with a clean rag when the door chimes signaled on cue, welcoming in a new guest. Sighing and tucking the cloth into his apron pocket and turning to face the one approaching the counter is only when his blood ran cold.
Widening scarlet hues met those almost too clever blue, the shape and color very similar, and yet extremely different to him–they didn’t hold love or admiration for anything, like his more beloved counter-part, just cruel and calculated intentions.
‘ 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬. ’
He didn’t need time to take in the situation. His body and mind snapping itself into an automatic response, earthen colored wigs bursting into a flurry of raining plumes, and knocking down various shelved items and goods to the floor in a startling, crashing ensemble.
Before his coworkers could even begin to shout or question his unwarranted agitation, Sandalphon lashed out, putting all of his strength into one, single fist as he slammed it against Lucilius’s jaw, the sheer impact sending him reeling into the nearest window and shattering through it.
“Ph-Phon!?”
“Sandalphon?! What the hell?! What are you–?!”
He didn’t answer them, stepping up onto the counter instead and leaping off of it in leverage to his pursuit against Lucilius, whose body, mind you, had already tumbled and flailed onto the pavement outside of the cafe. He easily rolled through the now broken window, tucking in his wings and twisting his form to avoid the jagged pieces of glass jutting out from its cracked frame, as he spread his wings once more and rose like a falcon locating its pray. Befittingly, Lucilius lay pitifully on the ground, sharp pieces of glass sticking out of him and glittering against bloodied robes as Sandalphon swept down and pounced upon him in hopes of pinning him down with his heels.
This time… this time he wouldn’t let this snake get away with it.
Just seeing the pure emotion in the spare’s eye’s was enough to make this visit worth it. Did he care that he was trespassing on his creation’s no go territory? Not really, the other had clearly shown that he wasn’t going to listen properly and heed his warnings, so whatever came out of this was entirely his fault.
Giving a smirk, before the primarch used the full force of his fist to lodge it into his jaw. In a split second he felt the pressure as his body flew across the cafe, shattering glass as he fell on the pavement. Annoying if he could say anything, the temper he had hadn’t changed in the 2,000 years that Lucifer told him he had been dead for. Yet Lucifer had still decided to cast off his wings to this pathetic excuse for a primal, hardly could be called a spare when he couldn’t even live up to that.
Glass shards dug into his body, leaving his robes to start staining a bright crimson stains on them. The pain was nothing more than a numbing feeling as he laid on the pavement-- seeing the brunette primarch crawl from the mess that he created. His eyes fixated on the spare, even if he could feel the air tense just by the raw emotions spilling out from him now.
‘ I see, still rebellious as ever... No wonder Lucifer cast you to the depths of Pandemonium. Seems like you haven’t changed one bit. ’
Eyes fixated on Sandalphon, his expression did not waver or change-- a dull gaze as he snapped his fingers to alert the dominions that he had set up prior to their meeting. Though he could not take on the other with brute strength, he had never needed such.
Speaking up with a tone just as icy as his gaze toward the other, he was alerted that the dominions he made had already started working when he heard a scream from in the crowd of people that were unfortunate to be close around them at this time.
‘ But I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you. People will get hurt if you don’t cool your head. ’
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