It started with a look.
Quick. Fleeting. A fraction of a second. Gold flecked blue crossing crimson in passing.
It was a glance that could have meant dire consequences if seen on the battlefield. But no, this was on neutral ground. The trade house bustling with seraphim, cherubim, and nephilim intermingled with daemon, wraith, and other abyssal creatures conducting business side by side as if there wasn't some millennia long war being waged just beyond the gates of A Sapah Salamann. But accorded neutral land was accorded neutral land and punishment was swift and unforgiving for those who violated the most sacred of treaties. It shouldn't have meant anything to briefly catch the eye of one of them. After all, tales told of their covetous ways, their jealousy of the celestials.
Little did I know, it was a glance that would mean my downfall. My arms were loaded with various sundries, little things requested by my order, and as I slipped out of A Sapah Salamann I felt a gentle tap to the back of my arm. Caught terribly off guard, the circle I spun nearly upended the entirety of my load until a flaring of wings balanced me out.
"Rit. Conisa ol ge om elasa?" He asked in rather terribly broken Enochian. Why didn't he know me" My chin tilted up slowly to meet his gaze, matching the deep ruby with the azure-gold of my own eyes on his. He was, in short, beautiful. A head and a half taller than me, broad through the shoulders, impeccably dressed. Temptation in its worst form. I resisted the urge to stare and instead managed to look down my nose at him.
"Elasa conisa ge." I spoke levelly, tone curt and clipped. We may have been on neutral ground but outside of those gates, this creature was the enemy of my people even if he was superficially easy on the eyes. I knew what his kind were capable of, unspeakable things, the stuff of nightmares. It is why you never get close to a daemon. He evidently understood my apprehension and he revealed the faintest touch of weakness with a rub of his hand across the back of his neck, a lopsided grin slashing a jagged swath of white between the warm tones of his lips.
"Irgil ol?" He seemed to struggle for the proper word before settling on his own language, "pwofry?" I couldn't help but laugh at the strange way he requested how to fix this fact. The mix of Enochian and the forbidden language was almost endearing. Sweet in the way he tried to string together the clashing consonants and awkward alphabets together to form some sort of understanding between us. I was smitten, just a bit.
It was the beginning of a beautiful and terrible relationship.
Quick. Fleeting. A fraction of a second. Gold flecked blue crossing crimson in passing.
It was a glance that could have meant dire consequences if seen on the battlefield. But no, this was on neutral ground. The trade house bustling with seraphim, cherubim, and nephilim intermingled with daemon, wraith, and other abyssal creatures conducting business side by side as if there wasn't some millennia long war being waged just beyond the gates of A Sapah Salamann. But accorded neutral land was accorded neutral land and punishment was swift and unforgiving for those who violated the most sacred of treaties. It shouldn't have meant anything to briefly catch the eye of one of them. After all, tales told of their covetous ways, their jealousy of the celestials.
Little did I know, it was a glance that would mean my downfall. My arms were loaded with various sundries, little things requested by my order, and as I slipped out of A Sapah Salamann I felt a gentle tap to the back of my arm. Caught terribly off guard, the circle I spun nearly upended the entirety of my load until a flaring of wings balanced me out.
"Rit. Conisa ol ge om elasa?" He asked in rather terribly broken Enochian. Why didn't he know me" My chin tilted up slowly to meet his gaze, matching the deep ruby with the azure-gold of my own eyes on his. He was, in short, beautiful. A head and a half taller than me, broad through the shoulders, impeccably dressed. Temptation in its worst form. I resisted the urge to stare and instead managed to look down my nose at him.
"Elasa conisa ge." I spoke levelly, tone curt and clipped. We may have been on neutral ground but outside of those gates, this creature was the enemy of my people even if he was superficially easy on the eyes. I knew what his kind were capable of, unspeakable things, the stuff of nightmares. It is why you never get close to a daemon. He evidently understood my apprehension and he revealed the faintest touch of weakness with a rub of his hand across the back of his neck, a lopsided grin slashing a jagged swath of white between the warm tones of his lips.
"Irgil ol?" He seemed to struggle for the proper word before settling on his own language, "pwofry?" I couldn't help but laugh at the strange way he requested how to fix this fact. The mix of Enochian and the forbidden language was almost endearing. Sweet in the way he tried to string together the clashing consonants and awkward alphabets together to form some sort of understanding between us. I was smitten, just a bit.
It was the beginning of a beautiful and terrible relationship.