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( visiting Hadassah )
There's a long moment, entering Hadassah's apartment, when everything looks disarmingly normal. Richly furnished, yes—dark walls accented in gold and painted with murals that depict flowers and fruit (pomegranates, split figs, branches of olives) entwined with serpents; chaise lounges and deep-cushioned chairs upholstered in wine red velvet; a mantle over a vast fireplace, hung with actual branches of olives; the fireplace itself, in which sticks of incense are slowly burning, filling the room with the gentle haze of spiced smoke—but all of it is within the bounds of the real. From somewhere in another room comes the slightly staticky sound of an Édith Piaf record playing.
Step inside further, though, and there's a feeling of vertigo. The walls and ceiling seem to stretch away impossibly far—as though sinking down to a cavern at the center of the earth, gazing up at the too-too distant stars, vast and claustrophobic all at once—
Then the feeling ends, and the apartment is its original incense-and-velvet self once again.
aren't we all!!
Mm, your devotion is truly potent—what a treasure that is.
But yes, the exchange is made, and the truth is due:
The angel is no longer ours. That is the greatest secret of it: for all our work, still when Lucifer asks, we must provide.
[ she tuts ] Not even professional courtesy among the cold-blooded.
What what done to Hurricane and Nemesis was not by our hand, but by whomever was given the angel in turn. Someone undoubtedly very determined to deny us the divine blessing to which we have so devoted ourselves—which we have earned.
_(:3」∠)_
[ that is not an answer she's expecting. lucifer. she'd asked for the angel. but... why... ] He took it from you, handed it off to some... some asshole, and then they did... that... [ oh, now she's made for, like, a dozen reasons. ]
[ she takes a moment to get a hold of herself, so she can speak slow and even... ] Did he give it to Azzy & Co. Or do you think it was a third party? [ turns her head just a bit, gazing at hadassah out of the corner of her eyes and through her bangs. ] But, mm, it would seem so...
Are you and Thia working on a plan to get the angel back? If so, then I'd like to offer my assistance, especially in cutting down this mystery man. [ or, y'know, who/whatever it is. ]
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Well I think little Azzy must have cashed in quite a few favors, but... between you and me, darling, I'm not too good to admit when it's really just the personal venom talking.
[ something she's also not too good for: snake puns. no one is too good for snake puns. ]
But it's a very poorly kept secret indeed that the broadcast came to us all direct from the shithole—pardon my French—he calls a summer home.
For the time being, I have every intent of resolving this with a personal favorite game of mine: politics. And I'm not inclined to give those stick-up-their ass edgelords the victory they want by disillusioning our people with the news.
[ airily ] If you truly want to help, the first of all things is that I just know you won't disappoint me by making my job harder, hm?
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[ she bristles at the thought of the house™. bad time and bad memories. ] Yeah, even we recognized that. HSS started in the basement, so we came to know that place like the back of our hand... and, mm, it's definitely a shithole. [ crinkles her nose. ] I'm pretty sure it's gone now though, so at least there's that.
[ nods, humming along with her as she talks, but when she's spoken to she stops abruptly. oof. ] No, of course not. I don't want that at all. You already have enough on your plate.