Lucy: *staring at her hooves, her pale rose like skin and the black abyss around the fire of her eyes* … *looks at the rosey mauve hue to her hair* … hm…
Azaroth: *lounging on her bed* hm??
Lucy: of all the features asmodeus could have given me… why did he make me look like this? His pride alone would normally have his children to bare some resemblance to him surely?
Azaroth: grief, for his late wife, and your sisters mother…
Azaroth: you’re not aware of how Levistus ended up in that glacier?? Even after he tried propositioning you for marriage?
Lucy: *adding it up quick* he was the one who killed her?…
Azaroth: *nods* some say he tried to have his way with her, others say he merely tried to persuade her to turn on her husband. Either way, it ended with him killing her, and the hells witnessed a fury like no other from asmodeus that day.
Lucy: what was her name?…
Lucy: … *looks in the mirror and recalls the softness behind the eyes of the lord of lies when he first held her in his palm. A very, very thin veil of grief, one that could still be easily torn by his claws should she cross him too many times* Huh… even in this life I don’t have a mother…
Lucy: *blinks awake, realising she’s not on her bed, but nestled against a now uncomfortably familiar palm, only where an uncertain fear once sat, now only warmth remained as a clawed thumb absentmindedly rubs her back* … *looks up slowly to see Asmodeus, staring down at her, not yet noticing she’s awake as he gazes at her with a forlorn look in his eyes. Even the devils heart can ache* … *quietly places her hand against his palm* …She loved you a lot…
Asmodeus: *coming back to his senses for a moment, prepared to put back on his mask but instead, returning to that resigned sadness. Lucy won’t judge his weakness* she did… and I failed her… *sighs, wanting to deliver his ultimatum clearly to her. His threat. To ignore Lathander and accept only his presence. But instead choosing a softer approach as he sees his wife’s beauty in the creation he’d made of her* I won’t repeat my mistakes, with you…
Lucy: *cautious but still surprised at his softness* …thank you… Levistus propositioned me for courtship.
Azaroth: *dressing Lucy* your fathers in good spirits then?
Lucy: he was until I told him about Levistus attempting to court me.
Azaroth: Oh he’s DEAD dead.
