Nonverbal venting + Adiel; 10. Tapping against a table.
It wasn’t often that the king had visitors from his neighbouring realms of Heaven and Hell; certainly not wanted ones anyway. Most demons were crass showed little tact and most angels... Well, he wasn’t going to dwell on them for a moment. They acted so above him. All it did was remind him of the lies his ‘father’ lived by. How he had been cast aside simply for having a questioning nature, for having a power that he did not ask for. For being ‘imperfect’. He had never asked to be created. And yet he was treated as if his own creation was something that was his fault. He was feared on all fronts. And those that didn’t fear him treated him with little respect; as if he was dirt. It was a treatment he had grown used to but still had the ability to get under his skin once in a while. Certainly after visits like this.
An angel had come to collect a soul, a standard visit until the soul had mentioned how he quite enjoyed it in Purgatory, had found it comforting and that they were happy to move on. The angel, feeling as though the king had stepped into his territory ‘politely’ informed him that his job was simply to keep the souls; not to spoil them. He wasn’t an important step in the soul’s cycle so stop acting like one. It was a comment that Adiel had heard time and time again and one he ignored time and time again. But when the angel was gone, the soul waving him goodbye; Adiel sat upon his throne with his hand resting on a small side table. His fingers tapping away gently at first but then loud enough to rumble through Purgatory itself.
The world shook with his inner frustration, his hatred for those winged idiots that didn’t even know... Didn’t even think to look. Had his father really erased everything of him. That his own family couldn’t recognise him when they saw him, couldn’t sense the side of him that was so desperate to be close to them. Then again, he spent so long trying to push that side down, trying to push away the heart that longed to be free from pain and in that beautiful realm once again. The tapping turned into a thumping, though his expression was as stone-cold as it always had been; red eye gently closing so he could focus on the breathing that burned his chest and back. The wings he hid aching to be free and stretch. The tapping continued, only coming to a gentle stop once a familiar woman entered the room. He wasn’t sure how much Caroline had seen of the visit but still he greeted the woman with a gentle look.
“Caroline...” He pulled his hand from the table to rest in his lap “Is something the matter?”. Stoic as always, there was something tense about his shoulders. Something different.
