someone just called me beelzebub
which, I suppose isn’t technically wrong
but I am only picturing one of the seven princes I made to do my bidding.
admittedly, it’s a little funny.
“ If I have to tell you what to give me , then it is no longer a gift. “
the fallen leaned back, crossing his legs. the scenery around the two of them began to change, the only constant being the leather couch.
— the ninth circle of hell, where he resided.
“ you’re asking me to save earth. “
he spoke very bluntly, turning to look at the angel. dark irises remained unblinking.
“ you should know I don’t grant favors. what are you prepared to give me in return ? “
he listened to the questions, amused smile growing even wider.
— so that’s what this is about.
he let out a long, drawn out sigh.
since he has never been one to answer questions directly, his answered in a sort of riddle.
“ the assumption >>
“ you’re asking /me/ for help ? “
the keeper raised a single brow, not believing this display to be entirely authentic.
“ for the purpose of getting you out of here as soon as possible —
sure. how can I help you ? “
Lucifer continued to stare down at the ever changing symbols on the floor. it was as if he were reading a book.
“ well, someone would get along with Lust. “
a reference to some of the rather — sexual things the angel has been up to.
“ i’m here, aren’t I ?
behaving myself, no less. “
more than enough as far as he’s concerned. he’s scooting away from them, eyes glued to something off in the distance.
“ piecing it together, now ? “
Lucifer let abel pull the hand away, focused only on the patterns on the floor.
hieroglyphics , from different times spread across the floor.
somewhere in the corner, a new shape had formed. a clock, steadily ticking forward. >>