Eigengrau (Vale) Apr 16, 2023 18:41:15 GMT -5
Post by Bel on Apr 16, 2023 18:41:15 GMT -5
There is no place like home, as the saying goes. Yet, as her eyes scanned the hellish landscape, she felt nothing; no longing, no yearning for the place. She found no comfort in familiarity, nor was she seeking it. Whatever her past was, it was just that, the past, and the demon had no desire to dwell on it anymore than necessary.
No, she had come here in search of someone. Someone that still eluded her.
A choked gurgling drew her attention down to her feet, where lied the broken form of a man. His garb was reminiscent of hers, albeit torn in places, dark red blood pooling over his chest and saturating the fabric. "You're still alive." Not a question, merely a statement, one betraying a hint of annoyance.
Steeping mercilessly on the hand desperately trying to grab her ankle, earning her a groan from the dying man, Bêl crouched down to his level. There was something odd in the way she moved, undeniably. Bent over him, her masked face inches away from his, she stood silent for what felt like an eternity to him. Where his circumstances different, he'd have spat in her face, told her how despicable she was, an embarrassment to their brethren. Being assigned to her protection and surveillance had been a mistake, that much he knew now.
"I won't help you." Not that he had expected anything else from that woman, and so choose to not answer; there was so little life left in him, and she wasn't worth even the last sliver of it. "You should've watched your own back instead of mine." The way she cocked her head to the side was bird-like in nature, something her partner never got used to, even now. "Shame, you won't be able to run your mouth back to Berith again." Now, she would be free to go wherever she wanted, away from the prying eyes of the other scribes.
For a time, at least.
The sudden movement of her hand startled him, enough to jolt him back to consciousness and his fingers taking hold of her wrist. However, it was the most he could do, still unable to talk or fight back. "Oh please. Don't embarrass yourself any more," the woman commented with the faintest hint of a laugh in her voice, shaking him off without much effort. "Especially not in front of an unexpected guest." Slowly, almost mechanically, the demon turned her head towards whoever was there, observing them.
Perfectly still, waiting.
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