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it’s a wonder how a little pouting now & then can grant you 60 armies to reign over in HELL
L'Amour se taillant un arc dans la massue d'Hercule {détail} | Edme Bouchardon, Louvre, Paris
𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓮, 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷? 𝓣𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓢𝓸, 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓞𝓜𝓔?
Sitri && Baalberith’s last moment
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his boots scuffed along the rough gravel as he shifted to look at his damaged tire again. his lips pursed in thought, “ there might be, but the thing is if i have reception or not to contact anyone. ” or to even find if there was any place near by. he might have had his own nightly adventures, but it was either by the shore, or on the rooftops of the busy city. but, it had been a while since either of them spent time with each other and spending a night further out didn’t seem too awful. now, they were lost and on an empty, abandoned road. it wasn’t like it was impossible to just head back home and come back the next day with a new tire — but he wasn’t about to leave his bike here either, winnowing or not.
a heavy sigh passed through his lips and he glanced over towards the ocean, watching the moon dance along its surface. even now, he seemed to have piss poor luck no matter what he did. bracing a hand on his ribs, he stood up with a quiet hiss. his old injuries were giving him more and more problems lately ( which was likely a reason he road his bike more rather than running and hopping around between buildings ), he wasn’t entirely sure he could push this thing all the way to town or get it to the nearest shop with his condition ( it was pitiful, he was always so powerful before ).
he gave a glance towards the small angel and he suggested a plan: “ do you think it’s possible for you to go up and scope around? even if it’s just somewhere to camp out for the night, we can do that and call someone in the morning. if it’s not too far, i can try and push this thing to wherever it is. ”
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bright eyes looked up ( full of HOPE for the demon’s plan. ) he lifted himself up & placed a hand against Dantalion’s back. gentle, CONCERNED. “ i shan’t be long. there’s no need for you to exhaust yourself any further, i’m sure i can manage pushing the bike for you, should we find a place. “ he smiles, takes a step back & proceeds to sprout his wings ( it was abandoned here, no unwanted spies or peeping foes to feast their eyes upon his perfected form. ) “ don’t go anywhere. “ he sports a wink and hops off the ground; taking to the sky.
he was in his ELEMENT. the wind in his face, freedom at the edge of his very fingertips. he could not help himself from twirling & looping around. he may have even laughed before adjusting his focus upon the grounds below. the SEA was calm & the air had stilled. alas, there was not much to spot save for the nearest cove by the sea ( riddled with caves & high rocks, ) a clearing towards the north & the dim lights of town ranging from the distance; a distance Sitri would not allow Dantalion push himself for.
as he floats down, his knees bend; refusing to touch the GROUND. he smiles; hoping to offer something akin to ease. “ there’s plenty of groves opposite the sea. unless you’re willing to sleep in a cave by the ocean, ” he traces his fingers against the bike’s handle; sighing. “ the town is too far, we’ll have to make do with sleeping in the wild... unless we run into something along the way. “
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now, he was regretting going to such a secluded area during the night. the only thing that lit their path was the moon and the reflection of the sea beside them. muttering another curse, he slammed the kickstand down and ripped off his helmet (** it wasn’t like he needed it, but rules and laws constricted him** ). his eyes were sharp as they peered through the darkness, looking at his tires as he slowly examined the bike.
his front tire was popped and just the knowledge of it alone had a guttural noise escaping tan lips. his hands pulled at his tan face and he crouched down, hoping to see how bad the damage was (** could they make it home? at least in _town**? ). glancing up at the angel, he explained the problem briefly, “ i’ve got a popped tire up here_._ i don’t know if it’s going to get us back in town_. ”
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his mind had been elsewhere; caught between the MOON & stars above as opposed to the destination of their little escapade. fingers held fast, clasped against either hand as he embraced the demon - lest he fly off the back of the bike altogether. ( it had been peaceful. perhaps peaceful enough to close his eyes. ) such an idea was thrown in his face as Dantalion made the abrupt halt. Sitri tensed, holding on as per instructed **( **whilst being the least clingy as possible to save Dantalion from being winded. the angel was STRONG, after all. )
“ be careful ! “ more for Dantalion’s sake than his own, Sitri pressed the crown of his helmet-clad head against the demon’s back before they came to a final stop. “ is there services we can call ? surely there’s solutions for problems like this. “ he was not as accustomed to this world anymore; not like Dantalion was. his own DUTIES resided elsewhere & the time he would take out of his schedule would not be wasted exploring EARTH but rather ensuring his old friend was okay, safe & healthy.
he finally tugs his own helmet off ( free at last, free at last ! ) “ i suppose we cannot leave it ... “ he sighs, climbing off the bike. stiletto heels click & echo, perhaps the only sound around them save for their muffled curses and breaths. crouching beside Dantalion, Sitri props his elbows upon his knees. he’s pouting. “ what do you propose ? “
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not entirely a princess but megara / meg from hercules from the sass. if not, rapunzel from the sheltered life and anxiety
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upon being forced to look down at the smaller male, he only blinked slowly. his eyes appeared like freshly polished rubies against the blank expression on his face. he couldn’t contain his chuckle, “ i’m not necessarily a hero. i was selfish and went on my own, none of you were really supposed to come and i was going to die there, whether i killed him or not … ” it still hurt to think about, that he would gladly give up his life to just end all of this ( even if he failed ). he was prepared to not be able to say goodbye, prepared to look lucifer in the eye and challenge him.
it’s strange that it was a year ago now, as it was feeling like yesterday to him. everything was off now. when he slept, it was winter and the darkest night of the year. now, it’s late spring, heading into summer, everyone was excited to go home for their vacations and spend it with their families. with a small grin, he cooed, “ well, i also think that despite the wings he received from michael, you could still put him in his place very quickly. ” then, his features visibly soften and he glanced back towards the stage. “ i’ve missed him too, even in my slumber. ”
broad shoulders have a light-hearted shrug and his hands were being stuffed in his pockets. “ if you’re hungry, then sure. i can’t say i’ll be eating anything, however. ” he was still picky as ever when it came to his deceased member’s food. he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to enjoy the food being held here, if it was even any better while he attended classes with everyone.
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it was difficult to simply smile; despite Dantalion’s obvious mix of sorrow & comfort. ( he was so broken. BROKEN & lonely. Sitri wondered if he should have portrayed that kind of emptiness when he felt so ALONE. or had he taken it all for granted ? he had been so blind. so blind and immature all but a year ago & had been foolish enough to allow himself to fall to the hands of ECSTASY. ) but he had never felt the need to have it end. not the way Dantalion felt. it was a feeling he hoped to never experience; the true feeling of LOSS & loneliness. “ i believe the most darkest things can only be accomplished by true HEROES, Dantalion. “ he offers a perk of soft lips. “ & know i would never put you down as a coward for wishing such horrors upon yourself. “
“ indeed. i can strike many graces ! i suppose he should fear me. “ he’s turning away now; though he does not move until he is certain Dantalion is at his side. ( they would walk as equals; now and FOREVER. ) he wrinkles his nose, skeptical with Dantalion’s comment on his eating habits. “ hmph ! i shan’t think that a suitable reply ! “ a trademark wink escapes him. he presses his fingers against his cheek & giggles. “ you’ll be missing out ~ the food as of late has been utterly mouth-watering ! “
skipping, his fingers latch against the hem of his clock ( makeshift WINGS as his own were tucked away from unwanting eyes. ) “ where do you intend to stay for the time-being ? surely there is some place for accommodation, yes ? “ ( his tummy was growling; but he dismissed it. food was just around the corner ! )
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his hands instinctively went to the collar of his coat, praying for a hood to cover his face. instead, his fingers only curled in the lapels and he turned his head. he didn’t have to keep up these walls anymore, but it had been so damn hard not to when he spent his entire life building them up. he always had to keep his head up high, even when the world kicked him down in the dirt and mud.
“ that is something you can control, however. i could surround myself around others like i had in the past, it will merely end the same way. ” even william, he was so thankful to be here to see him, to surprise him as the ceremony had continued through their hushed talk. but that fear still riddled him. he would eventually be alone again with nowhere to go and others ready to point their blades at him, some days were just harder than others to cope with those thoughts. camio and sitri wouldn’t even allow him to explain his story until it had always been too late. what was the point of fighting off a constant hatred? it would only wear him down.
“ you may be young, but you’re quite loved in heaven for your relations to your mother and your rank. even that sadist is listening to you and not giving you much trouble. ” he’d eventually find his way around and find a circle to be in — a healthy one.
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“ Dantalion, “ Sitri found his voice, broke his false LAUGHTER & placed one finger against Dantalion’s cheek; gently coaxing the demon to look him in the eye. “ please know, you don’t have to hide yourself away. my gates shall always be open for you, a HERO. it’s the least i can do ... “ he steps back, respecting Dantalion’s personal space. ( should they have been in a more SECLUDED area, he may have been inclined to throw his arms around the man’s waist again; though he HAD dialed down the clinginess with his favoured people since taking his title as General. )
he wipes his cheeks, discarding all and any remains of TEARS & straightens his posture. hands clasp behind his back, head tilting upward; something far more RESPECTFUL than the snotty, lost angel he had portrayed. “ heaven does accept me for my title and bloodline. besides, Uriel has been on his best BEHAVIOUR thanks to my own ties with William. “ his throat tightens for a moment, just before adding; “ he’s missed you. he’s ... missed you terribly. “
“ ... would you care to accompany me to find something to eat ? i hear these ceremonies take hours to finish. “ he casts his eyes up to Dantalion’s face. lips pull back into a SWEET smile. “ or we can stand here and wait for him to finish. i understand either way, although i expect you to eat SOMETHING before we leave. you must be tired. “ ( perhaps he was being too persistent now. he would blame his bloodline ! MOTHER of all grace in heaven now rested with him. Dantalion would have no choice but to put up with it. )
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“ Solomon is gone, “ Sitri waltzed into view, attire TIGHT & flamboyant as ever. ( he swore Gilles had far more input to his fashion than his uncle. ) “ Lucifer is going to SLEEP soon, which leaves you & i at odds, Dantalion. “ heels click sharply as he approaches the nephilim. he looks daunting as usual, all BLACK & RED. in comparison to Sitri’s colours of purples, whites & blues; Dantalion was like a shadow.
“ i should think that, next time we see each other, we shan’t be on good TERMS, “ ( they would have no choice. it had been different once; with Solomon. in his arms all was well & there had never been anything fearful plaguing his mind. even Dantalion had smiled back then. ) “ so … i’m sorry, for what it’s worth. though i suppose it’s easier to wash ourselves of any ties, now that HE’S been taken from us. “
no-one was around. even Gilles had been ordered to stay behind whilst Sitri settled the score on his future-rival. ( demon politics would likely tear them apart. otherwise, he had no REASON to hold anything against Dantalion. in fact, he had been quite pleasant company during the times spent with Solomon among the other Pillars. ) now he’s standing on his toes, fingers curling against Dantalion’s vest. he had always been DARING, would never turn down a challenge from the other Pillars. he had his fair share of fun and games with the others, perhaps even Solomon, at times… now Dantalion was all that remained.
he places his lips against Dantalion’s, closing his eyes to savor the TASTE ( he tasted of HIM. of Solomon. ) there might have been a growl, a sound of hunger. he was a creature of sin, after all. yet he pulled away, not wanting to throw himself into a FIGHT before the candidates were officially chosen. “ … until next time. good luck. “
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he had always leaped bounds and miles to be free, but a pair of hands always caught him and help him back into their suffocating clutches. sitri always envied him for being a free man, but it wasn’t always true. unlike people such as astaroth or even the twins, before he came along, he lived with his master’s watchful eyes no matter where he went. he lived with lucifer taking everything, destroying everything. nothing was ever his own. he could have nothing and no one, could love nothing and no one. in the end, everything he touched would eventually turn to black and rot. it felt as if he was death incarnate … that he was still the walking remains of ragnarok, out to still destroy everything in its path.
yes, he was always lonely, in so many ways more than physically. not even baphomet could settle those uneasy thoughts when he were alive. solomon put him at ease, but … that damned wish might as well undone everything he worked for. still, he could smile. he could laugh and, apparently, cry. he could do all of those things. on his own time. his mouth twitched at the mention of his old family member, and the apologies he never received came forth.
“ age doesn’t matter to us, but the damage to our souls does. who knows, he might have woken me up one last time… ” he drew a deep breath, steadying his racing heart and relaxing his tightened throat. “ i was never a good master to him, anyways. i’m sure we’d yell at each other until we’re blue in the face trying to say otherwise. but, he’s not here to argue with me, so i can only assume. he … can’t be hurt anymore because of my status and who i am. he can rest entirely in peace. ”
he only chuckled when sitri grabbed onto his crimson vest and curled his fingers into the soft fabrics. he placed a gentle knuckle to the high cheekbones and scraped away any remaining tears. “ thank you, as much as i appreciate it, unfortunately there will always be some people you cannot control, they will always attack me regardless. i’ve grown used to the hatred, what fun would my life be if i wasn’t dancing with death every once and a while? ”
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“ you argued because you cared for each other, “ a moment of vulnerability escaped him ( feeling at ease, CLOSE & safe, with no need to look over his shoulder every five minutes. ) “ everyone else could see it, Dantalion. there was a very fine line between your title as his ‘master.’ you and he were FAMILY & families fight because they love each other. “ ( god, what was that like ? Baalberith had loved him, in a vastly different way; only facing the tearful face of his dearest uncle had Sitri finally realised all along. ) “ getting hurt is all a part of being LOVED. “
was he crying ? Dantalion... crying ? Sitri raised his hands & stood on his toes. perhaps if this had been a year ago, he would be pulling a smug smile; mocking those threatening tears. now, he could only feel his heart RACE with anxieties. if Dantalion was truly able to breakdown at long last, Sitri could hardly keep himself from sniffling once more ( he would not cry again. no, no. he needed to be STRONGER. just for now. just for Dantalion. ) pale thumbs press against the strong jaw, always so ready to snap & counter. Sitri had been fearful once; not now.
“ while you might have become accustomed to hatred, i have grown used to being someone’s PUPPET, yet i no longer wish to play on strings, “ he tries to smile, caught up in the moment between something sorrowful & something relieving. ( no-one else could have mourned like this with him. for Camio was happy, spending the remainder of his life with the woman he loved. plus, Sitri would never wish to overload William with his own problems when the poor boy was so focused on his own problems. selfish as it was, he was GLAD Dantalion was back so soon. )
“ if someone were to step out of line, then i suppose DISCIPLINE would be called for. “ he bit his lip. “ ... do you think i come of as demanding ? i dare wonder if i’m being taken seriously half the time after everything that’s happened. “ now he laughs, an empty laugh. but a LAUGH, nonetheless !
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Touch Meme ( 👗 – adjusting their clothes ) || @g--cnocide
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twirling, Sitri pats down each crease upon the breast of his shirt and SIGHS… loudly. “ i never imagined you would be so dedicated to fashion in ANY sense. “ he rolls his wrist, watching the puffy cuff of his sleeve smooth over the back of his hand. ( he’s inclined to SMILE, but he would hate to seem satisfied with Dantalion’s pick of choice. ) “ remind me why i need to wear this, again ? no… in fact, REMIND me why you chose it… “
pivoting on his heel, he raises his arms out either side. “ tie me, “ the request leaves his lips as a COMMAND; far too used to being dressed by others. ( licking his lips, he flips his hair & simply waits for the back of his shirt to be tied together. ) “ hurry up. “
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groomed brows furrowed and he shook his head. always so dramatic — every damn angel was so dramatic. gently, he put the younger deity down and he placed his hands on his hips. he glanced around the graduates bustling around, getting ready for their ceremony. a gentle smile curled upon scarred lips and he shrugged. “ why should i? my blood is always going to be hunted for. lucifer may be gone, so i don’t have much status, but i’m still high up in rank and power. why should i worry about my life span? don’t you think i’ve lived quite a long life to be satisfied with? ” he hummed and rolled on the balls of his heels. “ besides, this is coming from the kid who was out for my blood a year and a half ago during the rose war. ”
he finally turned and faced the general. he only shrugged, “ don’t get me wrong, i’m very thankful to be alive, to see him grow and one day i’ll have to say goodbye properly. i’m very thankful i’ve been given that chance. ” but, what then? what would he have then? everything and everyone was … gone. “ but if you knew anything about my past life, you would know that i’ve lost everything back then too, before lucifer came to me. my sons were mutated and one turned. my other children were prisoners one way or another, all because they carried my blood in them. when william is gone … i don’t really have anything nor anyone to return to, i’m not in control of anything like you two. i’ve just got myself. it gets lonely after a while, you know. ”
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lonely. ( he supposed it was something he was accustomed to. ) dancing within the palms of Baalberith for as long as he could remember, Sitri might not have been PHYSICALLY lonely. there had been Gilles, Leonard & ... Baalberith. yet there had always been a hold over his choices, his life - for as long as he had ever KNOWN. ( now everything of his past was gone. he was free ! at least, that was what he told himself. even being a general comes with consequences. ) in the eyes of Dantalion, surely Sitri looked like a whining brat. for Dantalion had lost everything he owned & loved; but all Sitri had lost was never his own to lose in the first place. ( how selfish. )
“ i suppose i am just a kid, compared to you, “ his fists had found themselves to Dantalion’s chest. fingers played with the hem of his shirt, looping against buttons and silk. ( were there any scars ? had he been quick enough to heal him back then ? ) he SWALLOWED, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. “ ... i am so sorry for your losses, Dantalion. even Baphomet, even now... i can only deliver my sympathies from that of my previous household. “
with a clear of his throat, he casts his eyes skyward; maintaining eye contact with his former RIVAL & , perhaps, current best friend ( his only true friend. ) “ plus... so long as i reign in heaven, none of my followers shall lay a hand upon you or your blood. you will not be ALONE, any longer, Dantalion. “ he supposed the promise would mean very little to the demigod. words were words; promises took a lifetime to MEAN anything. luckily, he was not going anywhere any time soon. ( a lifetime was better spent with purpose, after all. )