“Yes,” she replied indignantly. “busy.” she wasn’t going to clarify mostly because she was afraid she’d get caught in the lie. it was clear abaddon didn’t really believe she was busy with much of anything anyway. as her older sister stepped forward, dagon’s instinct was to take a step back; however, she wasn’t fast enough. abaddon was already in her space, her touch more gentle than dagon expected. the words, too, caught her off guard. “alright then,” she eased a little. “it’s a no from me for the riot.”
dagon was used to azazel’s style of command. it was harsh and demanding. he didn’t like dagon and never attempted to mask that. during the war, he’d had it out with her multiple times about the fact that she reported things to aamon directly instead of going through him first. right hands were supposed to report issues to other right hands, not to the princes directly. she only reported to aamon firsthand because she didn’t want azazel knowing belgirel or andras’s business. he couldn’t do anything to belgirel, but he’d do a whole lot to andras. after the war, things didn’t improve much between dagon and azazel. he didn’t like her relationship with aamon and she suspected he was worried she’d try to take over his position as right hand. dagon had no interest in being the right hand to wrath. she didn’t have it in her, but that didn’t seem to ease any tensions between her and her older brother. because azazel was so hard to work with, dagon simply continued to report any concerns she had directly to aamon. but there was a new right hand now…maybe things could be different? she had to give it a try at least.
“look, i’m sorry,” she apologized. “azazel was exhausting and whenever her came to our kingdom it was always to fight.” it wasn’t just that azazel judged dagon, he sometimes took it further and judged belphegor too. dagon imagined that was because dealing with belphegor was what caused him to lose out on the promotion he really wanted. he wasn’t really equip for it if he couldn’t handle all of lucifer’s siblings. “what is it that he wants to know about bells?” she asked. she’d seen the two of them connect with one another at belphegor’s party a few nights back. she imagined that’s what sparked the newfound concern.
She smiled as Dagon dropped the pretenses and simply told her no. Abaddon appreciated directness whereas her older brother wanted to be placated. “Very well then. I hope you enjoy your 11 days of brain rot and I will enjoy my fun riot,” she teased. She was pretty sure Dagon only watched the show so she could yell at the television about the inaccuracies. And Andras watched it with her for the hot doctors. She both was and wasn’t surprised to hear Dagon apologize. Apologies weren’t exactly something their family did.
“I’m sure that he was,” she nodded. He had a tendency of picking on Dagon and playing it off as if he was just trying to make her stronger. As if she herself hadn’t survived a war and raised a kingdom out of death and ruin. “He was always jealous of you.” Azazel found Dagon’s relationship with Aamon threatening. He wanted that kind of trust from Aamon, but her brother was nowhere near as personable as he thought he was. His fatal flaw was simply not making an effort to connect with the other Princes. He failed to see that Aamon valued his family despite the turbulence in those connections. Abaddon found Dagon’s relationship with Aamon to be endearing. It was like watching a doberman interact with a dachshund. Adorable. Aamon had a tendency to act more like the angel she remembered him to be before the fall around Dagon and Belphegor too which was why Abaddon was here to begin with. “They said some pretty concerning things to Aamon at their birthday party so he wanted me to check in. He’s worried about their new witch friend, the one with connections to Michael.”
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