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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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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?

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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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.]