[A light squeeze to Belial's knee. What does he care, either? He's just convinced this body is another shikigami body he's made, and the real him is far, far away. So what? He's died more than he can count.]
I'm a priest of Buddha. But even so, I can tell you're a rotten excuse for an angel. In the nicest way I can say that, hm.
[He's not an idiot. Even in the last place he was in, he was misusing Christian terms all over the place, mostly because he just thought it was a good joke for his current master of the time.]
Hahaha. Don't be so eager, Belial, though I do welcome it, nnn. Not my disciple. I am but one of three for an all-powerful Master. My dearly beloved Lord Satan...but ahahaha. "Satan" is just my little joke. Not their actual name.
[Limbo ducks their head, as if embarrassed, but the smirk on his face is anything but.]
I call them by their actual name. "Satan" was the sake of another to understand. I am really just a tool. A right hand to mess up the muddy waters, hm?
[He leans into that touch, eyes lidded - its almost like he's going to purr.]
Not exactly. Not quite. My existence as it was had been present, but...I got quite improved, under their guidance. Had all the access I wanted to whatever I liked. Curses to consume. Gods to eat. These were such blessings given ever so freely.
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Mmmmm. Mmmmm! How bothersome. So this space, this voice between voids, is doomed from the start? And I guess this Yule Energy will help us survive?
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[ Should he be more concerned their doom is imminent? Well, he's lived thousands of years already, who cares. ]
Those were his parting words: be merry.
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[A light squeeze to Belial's knee. What does he care, either? He's just convinced this body is another shikigami body he's made, and the real him is far, far away. So what? He's died more than he can count.]
Haha, well, we got started on that, didn't we?
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I daresay you have the right idea.
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[A light observation, as he slides his hand slowly up the man's leg.]
...You never did tell me what you and Lucilius are.
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I'm a priest of Buddha. But even so, I can tell you're a rotten excuse for an angel. In the nicest way I can say that, hm.
[He's not an idiot. Even in the last place he was in, he was misusing Christian terms all over the place, mostly because he just thought it was a good joke for his current master of the time.]
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[ Not that he has any idea what Buddha is. In any case, he is an angel as far as his world is concerned - rotten though he may be. ]
We make quite the pair.
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[Just goes and admits it. Why pretend to be anything else, with Belial?]
We do, don't we? [And a sigh.] I wish my fellow Disciples were anywhere near as fun as you. They're both a little too stuck-up.
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Hahaha. Don't be so eager, Belial, though I do welcome it, nnn. Not my disciple. I am but one of three for an all-powerful Master. My dearly beloved Lord Satan...but ahahaha. "Satan" is just my little joke. Not their actual name.
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Is that what you call him when he's got you on your back?
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I call them by their actual name. "Satan" was the sake of another to understand. I am really just a tool. A right hand to mess up the muddy waters, hm?
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[ So pretty, he strokes his thumb over Limbo's jaw. ]
Did he make you?
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[He leans into that touch, eyes lidded - its almost like he's going to purr.]
Not exactly. Not quite. My existence as it was had been present, but...I got quite improved, under their guidance. Had all the access I wanted to whatever I liked. Curses to consume. Gods to eat. These were such blessings given ever so freely.
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What a generous master. I can tell why you've devoted your life to them.
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[And a hum.]
Hm. Is it a similar situation with you? You said it was familiar.
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[ He smiles, wistful. ]
He doesn't seem too pleased with his result.
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[Limbo lets out a chuckle.]
Is he ever pleased with anything, I wonder?
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His firstborn most likely. His greatest creation. [ He makes a face. ] Boring stiff though he is.
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[ He tucks one hand behind his head. ]
But objectively, he is Faa-san's greatest work. Not that it stopped him from kicking the bucket.
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[Now that gets his eyes to widen, intrigued.]
And how did a terrible thing like that happen?
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