Beelzebub can't help the smile that comes with the shock. This isn't a topic that Lucifer hides, and in his own creation it is widely known. The angel feels free to throw out other tidbits to keep up the shock. "Cain was so rebellious for a reason."
He just leaves that hang, for a moment, in the conversation before going on. "He didn't scale the walls. The guards let him pass." Lies, sweet talk, and illusion were in Lucifer's arsenal when he wanted them to be. Beelzebub knew well that when honor and honesty fell by the wayside with his king someone was going to lose.
The fangs get barely a second glance. There were angels with them as well, though it did give a hint to what kind of immortal is seated with him. The angel finishes off another glass listening, impassive and neutral. "My king is not the devil, nor does he have respect for his 'mediocre doppelgangers'."
Beelzebub is pouring another glass of brandy, amused by the way this vampire presumes to know who he's interested in meeting. "Though, if you seek his ire, comparing him to others will get you what you want."
He pauses, ruffled over the way this immortal speaks of age. It as common for the fallen, perhaps even a side effect of their great age. He shrugs, indifferent, and merely offering information. "We fell ten billion years ago."
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Date: 2020-03-12 06:44 pm (UTC)He just leaves that hang, for a moment, in the conversation before going on. "He didn't scale the walls. The guards let him pass." Lies, sweet talk, and illusion were in Lucifer's arsenal when he wanted them to be. Beelzebub knew well that when honor and honesty fell by the wayside with his king someone was going to lose.
The fangs get barely a second glance. There were angels with them as well, though it did give a hint to what kind of immortal is seated with him. The angel finishes off another glass listening, impassive and neutral. "My king is not the devil, nor does he have respect for his 'mediocre doppelgangers'."
Beelzebub is pouring another glass of brandy, amused by the way this vampire presumes to know who he's interested in meeting. "Though, if you seek his ire, comparing him to others will get you what you want."
He pauses, ruffled over the way this immortal speaks of age. It as common for the fallen, perhaps even a side effect of their great age. He shrugs, indifferent, and merely offering information. "We fell ten billion years ago."