do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He can see the outline of Draco’s legs as they eagerly step in place while Ghaul rushes toward him. His wings snap open to an impressive width while he examines his brother’s face, content with what he finds. Draco is much like their father and this thought draws immediate approval from the depths of the nightmare boy’s heart. The brother counters his greeting and a wild clicking emanates from his throat when he introduces himself. A demon! A boisterous laughter fills the air as Ghaul folds his wings back over himself.
All demons were angels, once, he thinks. They all knew the Morningstar and still they chose the night. Likewise, the pair will choose the twilit path and carve the earth to their liking.
Another approaches, though, and he turns his head when the sound of her laughter comes trailing after his own. Blindly, he follows the blur of her warmth as his smile fades to gritted teeth coupled with a brief snort of disapproval. Desire. He opens his mouth for some hissing response but there are feathers trailing their way along the membrane of his wings that distract him. Immediately, his annoyance is extinguished and he curves his head beneath her chin in greeting. There is a short purr as he bumps his nose lightly to her jaw, then he turns back to his brother and Desire.
“Clarissa is my twin flame, whose burning shames the sun,” he explains, nodding to himself as he speaks. “She wishes to aid us in our conquests, Draco. If we are united, dynasties will crumble beneath the enormity of our greatness.”
The corners of his lips regain their curl to form a toothy grin as he turns to look at Desire once more, horned face tilting to consider her for a moment. Would she be a fourth member of their party, he wonders? There are four kings in Hell, after all, so he supposes it would only be right to have four on this plane as well.
“And what of you, Desire? Will you walk our path or do you only like to watch?”
His expression is eager, though for which answer remains unclear. Slowly, his wing drapes itself over Clarissa while a single talon on his foreleg taps the ground with an impatient click click clicking.
@[Desire]