-He leaned forward slightly- Point taken. Point very taken.
Same old same old? Sounds like a bratty thing for him to do but then again… He’s always been that way. —Personally your way sounds better than destroying them all. I knew there was a reason I agreed with you more than most.
Helps I was falling before it was cool to fall, Balthy. I’m the original hipster, before humanity even really coined the term. *laughs, her hands in her pockets* Maybe that’s why you like me, I’ve always been on the humans side, in a way. They still need to be looked after, dad’s creations are bumbling idiots most of the time, but hey. Doesn’t mean they can’t praise you.
Then again, they can’t seem to decide what I look like, and only dad knows why they decided I wanted children sacrificed to me all those years ago. I’ll never fully understand them.
“I’d say ‘keep up, buddy,’ but… Clearly, there’s no pinning you down to just one name- so that wouldn’t make sense.”
“I’m a halfling… a half-blood, whether there’s a term for that or not. Apparently, to keep myself going, I have to consume demon blood and human blood. Not sure how that’s the key, but it is. Clearly, I don’t even have full understanding of myself just yet- probably never will.”
You know there’s a name for that. It’s a cambion, and I hope you’re keeping that generally to yourself, because there are several demons, angels, hunters, you name it that would kill you for such a fact. Last I knew, no, you shouldn’t need blood. Someone is messing with your head. In fact, demon blood should be making you mildly sick.
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“You wound me. It’s all real, of course.” He had on a mock-offended air while he smirked, giving a shrug. “Iron Man, yeah that’s me. It’s a side project to my business. A risky venture, I’ll admit, but it’s paying off so far.” He shrugged innocently. His next words caught him off guard, though, and Tony had to eye him curiously, seriously questioning what he had said. He knew? That was different.
Of course, he never dealt with the ‘family’ aspect of all of his conquests, but most brothers weren’t nearly that understanding if he was to go with the usual stereotype. Of course, Benji was reminding him of Bianca, in the fact that they could talk so easily, so it could be that he knew his sister well and didn’t care. Leaving her to her own devices… perhaps there would be something worth looking into for him.
“You know your sister.” He snickered while he chuckled and nodded. “Don’t think I ever had a chance to resist. Why anyone would want to is beyond me, honestly.” He took a step to see where he was going, watching him still while his hands clasped behind his back, the shoe still bouncing on the finger it was hanging from. And there was his explanation, although he wasn’t nearly as satisfied with it as he thought he would have been. No it was too… boring and casual. That was an ordinary, normal response. Someone got tired of the scene, grew up, moved on to do something else, but that wasn’t Bianca. No matter what she said, she hadn’t been there for the party itself or the people. Half the night, for the part they even stayed there for, they spent the time making fun of those people. So, he had to be covering for her, or he just didn’t know the truth.
“That’s a shame. They’re even worse than usual without her around.” He said offhandly, watching the other while he caught the look. Definitely Bianca’s brother if they had similar mannerisms. “However, I would be in your debt if you were to fetch your sister. Providing she doesn’t cause you too much trouble, of course. I can mind the store for the few seconds it’ll take you.”
The smirk that lingered over the comment of ‘all real’ lingered for a moment as Benji considered the other. ”Risky, not sure if it would count as a business though. Helping others would cost more than it paid back. Other than in gratitude.” There was a suggestion there, calmly leaning against the chair. ”Which I’m sure Bianca gave you plenty of. Even if she hasn’t needed saved from anything recently…not that she has ever needed saved. We both know she can handle herself no matter what the situation.”
It was an interesting game to play, hinting at knowing more, seeing what Tony came up with in answers. He merely smiled a little, leaving that mystery there, a family of people who never told the whole truth. Who danced around the subject, he highly doubted he’d guess the truth at least.
“Of course I know her, we’ve been close for a very long time.” He chuckled, looking back at the other with slight surprise as he poured his coffee. ”There are plenty who would want to resist, she does take over lives and keep moving.” He nodded towards Tony. ”Take you for example. She disappears, probably without giving you any information to where she is, and you have to track her down. She plays games with men’s heads, and usually they never find her, they give up. I’m surprised you’re here.”
“In my debt? Don’t tempt me,” Benji laughed, sipping his coffee again and setting it back down. ”I’ll grab her, make yourself comfortable. If you know Bianca as well as I think you do, you’ll know she doesn’t like coming downstairs without looking like she costs just as much as a party that you go to.” Starting into the small hallway again, he moved past the coffee, and up some stairs. It was only a short while later, that he could hear a door shut.
“Everyone wants to kill at some point. Some people do it; some don’t. It’s whatever. Baalberith, a pleasure… If I’m not mistaken, I read about you in demonology- unless that’s coincidence?”
“I’m pretty sure the ‘not supposed to’ bit all started learning I’m alive pretty much because I was force-fed human blood and demon blood. Too much demon blood and I go batshit, that was another finding a couple years back.”
Are you referring to Johann Weyer? That poor man, he was the closest to catching who I was, and yet so far away. Yes. You’ve read about me, several times over, under many names. No one has pinned me down to one just yet. And why would anyone force you to drink demon blood?
“Considering my entire existence is in opposition to ‘supposed to’s, I think it’s safe to say I’ve never been one to live by it either.”
“I think I’ve been kinda rude. The name’s Bandit, by the way.”
Well, I am the one talking about killing my neighbors, I suppose I’m the rude one here. Even if it’s not to you. And how is your existence a ‘not supposed to’, I have to admit, I can’t tell what you are, Bandit.
And I’m Baalberith, by the way. Whether you know of me or not.
“I suppose that’s good enough reason. You’re still tempted to off ‘em either way-“
“Not supposed to, but I do. Safe to say you could tell without my saying anything about it.”
I’ve learned to not live by ‘supposed to’. In fact, I like to make up my own rules lately.
She laughed. Modesty in demons was a rare trait; it was hardly ever anything but feigned. Mic wasn’t modest, either. She liked to think that she had pulled off something fairly rare, all things considered. But here she was, in Purgatory. “No, I really don’t. As long as you don’t expect me to ever be impressed by that fact. No offense.”
“I’ve heard of people like them but I stay well away. They’re even worse than demons. Especially the ones who think we’re misunderstood,” she said. Those people were idiots, the ones who didn’t think demons were evil. If she could, she would personally go to each of them and murder them in an extraordinarily painful way.
“Do you think that’s a possibility?” Before he could answer, Mic was stretching out and getting to her feet. She had spent too long being idle and she didn’t like it. “I suppose we won’t find out if we stay here.”
“I think it’s pretty impressive,” Baal stated with a soft laugh, no offense in his voice, merely amused. ”Managing to hold on to it this long.” He seemed to consider her, before smirking a little as she spoke, laughing low.
“there are a lot of ‘misunderstood’ people in the world, Mic,” The sarcasm was evident, licking his lips. ”You know, the people sacrificing children to me, which admittedly I didn’t ask for, they were just doing what they had to, to appease me, especially the ones who thought it up, don’t you know.” He rolled his eyes a little. He’d never fully understood where the idea had come from, after all, he was typically the god of lust, he caused children, and without children, there was no humanity to rule-
Moving his jaw, he looked to the other as he stood. ”I never did ask, how did you end up here?”
