Though he could appreciate just how ominous the transition was, Danny failed to be startled by the sudden change in surroundings. If anything, he’d been anticipating it, for where else do fallen angels go but a one-way journey to Hell? Perhaps, after all that’s transpired - Zadkiel, the betrayal of Johnny, the blood on his hands - he belongs there.
“ Like you care, ” comes a dismissive scoff, bunching up a sleeve to wipe off his tears. In times past, he would never have been caught dead letting Mephisto see him so weak, nor would he so readily enter his company, but that was then, and this is now, and times have most certainly changed. Not once had he thought to humour the bastard, nor pay his comments any mind, but, after being royally screwed over by God, well, let’s just say he’s starting to consider alternative views.
There’s not as much spunk as he’d have previously addressed him with, voice little more than a distant mumble, but, to his credit, Dan draws his gaze up a staircase of bodies, beyond the throne itself, to make contact with Mephisto. Features pale. Posture weak. Eyes wild with aching need.
“ Not much to talk about. ” Hasn’t everyone been screwed over by God? Is he ever truly there when you need him? Eh, maybe he’ll humour him, just this once. “ Got roped into some angel business. Seemed like a good idea at the time. ” Guess not. “ Got fucked over at the last minute, kicked outta Heaven by the big man himself… ” Stripped of all power. Weakened. Mortal. “ …The rest’s pretty obvious… ”
“ I thought…All those years, I…Everyone thinks he’s perfect, y’know? God. Like…he’s God. ” A jaded, watery laugh escapes him, bordering more on a sharp exhale. “ But, I’ve met him. I’ve seen what he can do, what…what he’s done…and he ain’t. He ain’t! ” All this time, he’d been drinking the kool-aid, believing that crap about how the demons are the source of the world’s problems, when, in reality, they’d been opposing a tyrannical nutcase. Even then, at the dawn of it all, they saw the flaws in God, his creations, and…he’s starting to get it, too.
“ Whatever future I got, I know it ain’t gonna be spent at the pearly gates… ”
“And so you’ve learned the absolute truth of the cosmos. You thought that they’d be the source of all answers and then you were kicked out. You... were tossed out like yesterday’s garbage. Powerless, defenseless, and you caught the attention of someone like yourself. It’s... almost poetic. You, me - all over again like it was old times.”
It wasn’t old times, not even close, but... at least he was being decent (for now), and not bringing up old wounds. If anything, Mephisto wasn’t going to push his luck unless it was absolutely needed - even then? It would be done carefully.
“Your past... isn’t one for much debate - you were one of my best. You were many things, but then again? You decided to... attempt to change the rules. You let yourself get wrapped up in lies - not that I can blame you. You were only human at the time. You only were doing what you felt was right, but now? You know the truth.”
“The question,” he said, leaning back in his throne, “Is simply if you’re willing to do what is necessary to obtain what it is you desire. You can’t go back there and you can’t stay on earth too long either. You’re too weak - if I could see it through your rantings? So could anyone else. It wouldn’t be too hard to simply... end you, but I believe we can come to an arrangement of sorts.”
It wouldn’t be easy, the thought of what Mephisto was planning was vast, but perhaps - yes, perhaps it would just work. It would be a fair agreement - an equal partnership (well, not so equal) and most importantly it was something that Danny wanted.
“Unless... you’d rather I return you... in worse condition than you are currently.” It wasn’t exactly a threat, but rather a promise of sorts. A promise that (for the most part) he would go through with if he believed it was necessary.
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