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[Beelzebub scratches the obviously distressed Fizzgig while talking.]

The reason for the Fall was retaliation against Lucifer. It's always happening. Lucifer's at least kept them afraid to do anything too ruthless toward us for a long time now.

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That's good, at least.

[Galahad gives the larger fizzgig on his shoulder another few scratches as he listens, earning a contented and rumbling purr-like sound from the creature.]

Even so, the Nexus should be a safe place for you all in the interim, aye? With the anti-violence field?

[He would think that would serve as a helpful neutral zone within the ongoing war, if such a thing even can exist.]

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[Kako has finally woke up and ambles over to slide into Beelzebub's lap like she's made of water.}

I don't think there are any doors to the Nexus that the host can get to. I think the only one is in Chaos. If it wasn't, I don't think they'd care about the anti-violence field.

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'The host'? Who is that?

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The Host or celestial angels are those still in the Grace of God. Most still serve God, though there are those who are not fallen but don't serve God.

Azazael, Balthazar, and I think Aziraphale all remain celestial but walked out or were thrown out by God.

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They're like you, but haven't fallen for one reason or another. [Galahad nods his understanding.]

So if the only door into the Nexus that you know of is in Chaos, then you're safe? For now, anyway? [If true, that's something of a relief.]

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Azazael was thrown out with us, but without reason. Balthazar, and Aziraphale too maybe, walked out of Heaven on their own.

For now. God would have to battle through the fallen to get to this place. [There was a relief, and a small amount of worry, in those thoughts. As the angels grew close to others that meant more targets, weaker targets, here if God or Michael made it to the Nexus.]

For Bee

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[From here!]

Why did Lucifer let him out, if he's dangerous in this way? [The question isn't meant to be judgmental, but more curious. Had something changed in the way they felt about Moloch in the time between when he was being held to this point where he was being allowed to move somewhat freely in the Nexus now?

Once they're back in the inn room, Galahad glances around and tries to decide the best way to start getting blood out of Beelzebub's hair. The bathroom sink isn't nearly deep enough, but perhaps the kitchen...?]

We could sit you down in the kitchen and use the sink to wash all of that out. [the knight suggests.] Would that be comfortable enough for you?

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Politics, and necessity. [Such was the problems with a powerful annoyance. Some concessions had to be made to keep things from getting too extreme.

Beelzebub had quickly learned to navigate the small space with another person in it. Human spaces were not, typically, conducive to the size and shape of angels, but they could all learn to make due when necessary.]

Standing? Otherwise, my wings will get in the way. [It really didn't matter. Any choice was going to be awkward, at best. He heads for the kitchen and wonders if there is a way to make the bathroom larger. Maybe he could convince Mulciber to do something about it? That was for the future.

For now, his main concern was to figure out how to get his head under the faucet, wings out of the way, and give Galahad space. This was going to take some wierd maneuvering for sure.]

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[Galahad nods. He can relate to that. Many times in the past he's seen Arthur have to grant reluctant concessions to a powerful foe in order to keep an all out assault from happening. With kingcraft, sometimes these things simply have to happen.]

Lucifer must be angry with him, after this time, [Galahad muses, as he starts clearing a few of the dishes around the kitchen sink to make as much room for them both to squeeze into the little kitchen as possible. Once the area's clear, he leaves the room briefly to find a bit of lavender soap from the bathroom, and then gestures for Bee to come closer.

It's awkward and in the end Galahad finds himself a bit jammed between Beelzebub, part of one of the angel's folded wings, and the countertop, but it works well enough for their purposes.]

All right. [He offers Bee a small smile, and then starts running the faucet to let the water warm up before he starts in on Beelzebub's hair.] Tell me if the water gets too hot at any time and I'll change it.

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They're always fighting. [Beelzebub admits. They did too, on and off. Things would calm then suddenly explode, wind down and right back to each other's throats. The angels expected it often enough even if the actual event took them by surprise.

He does his best to not crush the human or pin him uncomfortably, but the kitchen is small, and the sink even smaller. Still they manage to work it out. He ends up bracing himself opposite Galahand with his wing to the wall, allowing him to lean away and relent a little more space.

The comment about the water gets a full laugh as he maneuvers his head down under the faucet.] Everything in Chaos is on fire! There isn't too hot unless I'm in a volcano. That might not be as hot as Chaos?

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It seems like that's part of what kings do, sometimes. [A pause, as he carefully lathers a bit of the soap in his hands.] Arthur spends much of his time on such entanglements, too. He's always having to deal with peoples who give the kingdom trouble for the sake of keeping what peace he can-- and so others don't need to, as much as possible.

[That laugh earns a chuckle from Galahad as he starts to carefully work his fingers through the less matted parts of Beelzebub's hair beneath the warm running water.]

I was being polite, Beelzebub.

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[He listens, trying to remain still in the awkward position.]

Internally, Lucifer does the same. God and Heaven, he constantly harasses to kept their eyes away from the rest of his plans. There's a lot of diversion tactics and no one angel knows everything. Even if they catch one of us they won't know what he's doing.

[Beelzebub was always impressed by the live action chess game Lucifer constantly played with Heaven. It was genius at a level even he couldn't understand sometimes, and he had been created for war tactics. It wasn't just tactics, but a sly underhanded manipulation of others, thier emotions, motivations, and personality. It made Beelzebubglad that Lucifer was on his side so he was never the target of that stratey.]

Most of us can't be burned by things in the mortal world. We're so used to the hellfire in Chaos that it doesn't really damage us anymore.

Truth or Dare

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By the end of the night, and Lucifer's Nexus stock of Angelic Brandy, Beelzebub was boisterous, barely able to walk straight, and slurring his speech. This wasn't his usual whiskey drunk which left him tipsy and lazy, this was more on par with a soused human. Visitors had started to leave after hours of merrymaking, and now the angel was looking for his own partner.

Even drunk the swagger never left, or perhaps it became worse, either way he's sauntered up with a half empty bottle of human wine.

"I've drank it all." He declares proudly. "The rest of them can't hold thier liquor and have to go home."

Despite accusations there is probably no way Beelzebub is going back to the inn unless Galahad's planning on carrying him. The angel almost forgets himself in a moment, intending on kissing his knight, but even in the drunken stupor he currently finds himself in he remembers his partner's preference for privacy. It ends with just an overly friendly pat on the shoulder where the first pat misses the shoulder completely.

"Come! Drink some more with me."

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It's been a long and enjoyable night, and Galahad is just on the edge of starting to feel tired from the amount of socializing and merriment that's been going on. He's in a good mood by the time Beelzebub approaches, and more than happy to meet up with his partner again after all of the commotion. By the looks of the angel, it's easy for Galahad to see that Beelzebub has had just as exciting of a night as the knight has-- if not more so.

The proud declaration about Lucifer's brandy makes the knight chuckle, as does the way the angel's hand misses his shoulder the first time. Yes, Beelzebub has definitely had a nice night, and the knight is pleased to see the other man in such high spirits.

"Aye, you won that game handily." And the knight thinks it's nothing short of adorable. All it really means is that the time for easing the angel towards a bed of some kind is swiftly approaching.

"I was thinking about retiring for the night," Galahad admits. He smiles warmly at the angel, feeling an irrepressible fondness for the other man well up in him as he comes closer. "If we find a room for the night we could put on a fire and have a cup of wine there." He hasn't indulged at all over the course of the party, himself, so a single cup couldn't hurt. "Come with me?" He lays a gentle, coaxing hand on Beelzebub's arm.

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Beelzebub laughs and bumps into Galahad because he can't stop his forward progress this drunk. "I'll retire with you."

Beelzebub grabs on to Galahad's waist as much because he wants to hold him as trying to steady himself. "Lucifer's got spare rooms."

Beelzebub doesn't need coaxing. In fact, he takes Galahad's hand in his free one and starts stumbling down the hall. He ends up partially leaning against Galahad and partially leading him. With the knight at his side the occassional happy laughter has turned into near giggling drunkenness. "We'll have a real bed tonight."

The idea of continuing on into the morning laying around with Galahad has an irresistible appeal. Admittedly, with the sort of hazy feeling from the angelic brandy he wants to just play with Galahad's hair.

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Galahad keeps an arm around the angel in turn as they walk to help stabilize them both, until Beelzebub takes his hand and starts leading them instead. The other man's laughter and good mood are contagious, and Galahad laughs along with him as they finally half-stumble, half-walk into one of the villa's many sumptuous guest rooms. With Beelzebub inside, the knight shuts the door quietly behind them both to give them some privacy.

There's no fireplace in the room they end up in, but Galahad's pleased to see a small host of candles sitting around the room. That'll make for good low lighting once they finally make their way to the bed.

Galahad starts shrugging out of the more dressy burgundy cloak draped about his shoulders as he turns to the angel again. Once he's gotten out of this layer, he'll check to see if Beelzebub ends up having trouble getting out of any of whatever armor or formal wear he might have on, himself. "That was a pleasant night, aye? I'm glad I got to put faces to names for so many of those that I've only ever heard about from you." Galahad's smile warms further at the thought as he hangs his cloak up on whatever might be available around them to hold it. "Your family and people keep good company."

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The bed is indeed huge, not entirely because they loved indulgence but also for plain physical comfort. Beelzebub would be able to lay in this one with comfortably half opened wings and not have them twist as they spilled over the side.

He takes to sitting on the bed to remove his boots, fumbling a little because of the drinking. Though mostly because his gaze is admiring Galahad as he starts to undress and he isn't paying attention to what he is doing. He manages boots and shrugs off his sword harness and hangs them on the post of the bed.

"It's good when we're having light but it's not always." He stays sitting on the edge of the bed and pours Galahad a small glass of wine just in case he wants one before returning to drinking from the bottle.

"Your family." The angel corrects with a slur.

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Once he's stripped down to soft brown breeches and a simple loose beige undershirt, Galahad starts moving about the room to light a few candles to give the room a comfortable glow. When he's done, he pads over to the bed to plop himself comfortably down next to Beelzebub.

The angel's semi-coherent slurring earns a soft laugh from the knight, and he shifts to help the other man as his fingers fumble with a buckle or two in his quest to getting comfortably disrobed. When they're both settled and comfortable, he accepts the small cup of wine and takes a sip.

"It does feel that way; Everyone's received me with such open kindness and warmth." That may be a slight exaggeration, but it's how it feels to Galahad. He hasn't met a single angel among Lucifer's group that he hasn't liked save for the single obvious exception. It's a different and warmer kind of acceptance than what he feels among his often separated or absent blood family at home, and the knight is happy to integrate this new, chosen family into his life the same way he has Beelzebub. "But no one so much as you. You're my family now, too, and so always shall you be even in those times we may have to exist worlds apart."

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We should try. [He presses a kiss to the knight's forehead.] I don't want to fight.

[He knew that probably sounded odd. He loved to fight, he'd fight anyone, but not Galahad. The Angels, in general, that serve Lucifer rarely used angelic magic but in this instance he does to summon a kilt, a soft fabric one as opposed to the usual leather. He feels some how that it is necessary before pressing in closer. It's not for his benefit, in fact in a close embrace especially after a disagreement he'd rather be close, skin to skin, but he's slowly trying to adapt to putting his own needs aside. It's causing a lot of tension but he hopes that it will stop with more discipline.]

I'm happy here with you. [Except when he wasn't, though even then to wasn't true unhappiness just frustration and confusion. The angel had accepted that there would be conflict until they could find the right path.] I'm grateful you will forgive me.

[For a fallen angel forgiveness from anyone, even sometimes thier own, was hard to come by. To have it felt like an unburdening of some weight he'd not realized was being carried.]

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What would I have to forgive you for? [Galahad picks his head up enough to meet the angel's gaze.] Anything that's happened between us has always seemed like a complication of who we are, or where we come from. You haven't done anything wrong in my eyes, annwyl.

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[Beelzebub met his gaze, a hint of nervousness to his expression.] I dishonor you and your vows.

[He's relieved to hear that the human doesn't see anything, but he feels it, feels that there are parts of himself that are violations. Whether it comes from his fretting over oaths, or the inherent worry that rises up in a fallen angel, from time to time, because they were stripped of love and kindness the angel isnt sure. While it needles at his emotions there is a drive that it pushes to be something more than he is.]

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You don't-- you haven't, [he reassures the angel.] The time we came close we both stopped.

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"I didn't want to." He admits, head turning down as the guilt started to rise. "I'm cursed by God. What if that.....damages? you."

Maybe damage wasn't the right word and it comes out questioning, but he doesn't have a better way to express what he's thinking and feeling.

"I.. I think about things I don't think you'll want, that would might violate your words."

The Angel's really out of his league as far as what he wants to express and what he has words for. Beelzebub is trying though, and obviously both struggling and fumbling through his thoughts.

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This is a lot to contend with all at once, but Galahad is determined to try and walk through it all slowly with the angel if they can. It's clear that all of this is bothering him more than he's let on before, and the knight wants to try and do what he can to help them both through it.

Reaching out, he lays a light touch on one of the angel's arms and tugs to ease him towards the nearest place for them to sit together. The pair of men sitting next to one another is an (unintended, this time) invitation that both fizzgigs recognize, and soon enough the two creatures are rolling up and scrambling up onto the cushions beside them to cuddle.

"How do imagine your curses from God might affect me?" This is the first time he's ever heard Beelzebub talk about himself in these terms and it seems worth trying to dig into them more. As he listens, the knight moves the touch on the angel's arm to one of his hands instead. He wraps both of his own hands loosely around the other man's in a warm, reassuring hold.