"My presence is very different than that of a fellow angel, too." Lucifer can admit that angels did not always react to his presence the same way they did to each other. It is possible the angel was more open with someone of his own station. "Raziel is a keeper of secrets, like Astaroth. If he is not interested in Enochian magic now, I am certain he would not pass up an opportunity to learn."
If Balthazar mentioned his own angels, Lucifer would have agreed. In a way, the angels of the other creation were now among his. If they were to be partners, leaders at each others' sides, then it would have to follow that the angels of both creations could be unified.
The delight echos in Lucifer's presence. Balthazar's eager happiness concerning the request fills him with hope. He leans over resting beside his lover; head on his shoulder and an arm flung around him haphazardly. "There could be a tricycle."
Lucifer is still smiling but a hint of sadness is filtering in. "A single ophan dwells in Chaos. He is injured and incredibly bitter, more like Moloch, perhaps. Once the celestials settle in, maybe, you and Rota can help him?"
The more purpose he could give Balthazar, away from the battlefield, the better Lucifer felt. He wanted his lover to join him but the idea of Michael ever seeing him, of any of the seraphim knowing what he looked like, made Lucifer feel ill inside. It was one of the reasons he refused so strongly. However, this seems promising and it was an important duty, not merely a cast aside offer to appease. The council of Chaos had agreed to let them in and he can't imagine they would find fault in the celestial among them taking care of their own. It would, in the ranks of fallen, give more strength to Balthazar's position if he had angels under his command.
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If Balthazar mentioned his own angels, Lucifer would have agreed. In a way, the angels of the other creation were now among his. If they were to be partners, leaders at each others' sides, then it would have to follow that the angels of both creations could be unified.
The delight echos in Lucifer's presence. Balthazar's eager happiness concerning the request fills him with hope. He leans over resting beside his lover; head on his shoulder and an arm flung around him haphazardly. "There could be a tricycle."
Lucifer is still smiling but a hint of sadness is filtering in. "A single ophan dwells in Chaos. He is injured and incredibly bitter, more like Moloch, perhaps. Once the celestials settle in, maybe, you and Rota can help him?"
The more purpose he could give Balthazar, away from the battlefield, the better Lucifer felt. He wanted his lover to join him but the idea of Michael ever seeing him, of any of the seraphim knowing what he looked like, made Lucifer feel ill inside. It was one of the reasons he refused so strongly. However, this seems promising and it was an important duty, not merely a cast aside offer to appease. The council of Chaos had agreed to let them in and he can't imagine they would find fault in the celestial among them taking care of their own. It would, in the ranks of fallen, give more strength to Balthazar's position if he had angels under his command.