Unlikely Perspective || closed rp
It had been about a week since Azerith had gotten the news that his he wasn’t simply created, he’d been born. And his origins were even more distressing, he’d been born from a divine source of love, Eros. This was something that he’d stayed away from his usual circle because he knew Luxuria was trying to be there for him. But that was his brother and he would attempt to quell the rift between them. If Azerith knew one thing he knew the lengths Luxuria would go to for Alexander.
Hell, he remembered the last go Lucifer had at him when he wouldn’t reject him. Some of the tortures actually seemed like he was going to end his Uncle, but he stood firm regardless of what was thrown at him. Even once he returned and was recovering he never ever blamed his brother for the what he’d been put through. In some twisted sense, it gave Lust an even larger streak of unpredictability and recklessness than he had before. So much so he took out more than few just to say, ‘I’m still here,’ even carving that phrase into some of the corpses piling them up at his father’s door.
If that was loyalty, true loyalty why couldn’t he sit down and have a simple conversation with Alexander? His Uncle, Lust as weird as that was to say now, never steered him wrong. Why couldn’t he draw from that trust and closeness now? The part that was the most fucked up was that it felt strange not to seek his counsel in this. But he couldn’t because of what he’d witnessed that Lucifer had done to him and his…Father.
That went down like a glass of holy water. It wouldn’t kill him but it was unpleasant.
There was only one thing left to do was take this very unusual step for needed a bit of unconventional advice.
“I know you’ve been watching this shit show. I need some advice from someone else that doesn’t play by the rules.” Azerith paused, “Rumor has it that we’re related.”
Hmmmph, nothing what a bust...
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