Belial turned his dark eyes on Crowley, face suddenly hard, the demon's words like nails raked across old wounds barely begun to heal. "You can listen to me, or you can listen to your cynicism. If you don't think I could accept love without sex then you are sorely mistaken. I've suffered through Hell for Gabriel. Literally. I'm not a martyr, nor am I a saint; I have my selfish reasons for doing it, and I have and am still willing to accept responsibility for my errors."
He unclenched his fist and stood. "And you're wrong. We can't. Not us. We don't trust like that. It took the both of us centuries to fall in love, and ten times that long to admit it. There is love in Hell, but you might be too blinded by being on Earth so long to see it; it's not always happy, or fun, or even good, but it's there and it flourishes. Love already exists in the purest of places, just as it exists in the most depraved. It's not love at fault, it's only us."
"I can't change reality for you, my friend."
Tongue stinging from the anger in his own words, he turned his face from Crowley and left as he had come, shadowy silent.
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Date: 2006-06-14 01:17 pm (UTC)He unclenched his fist and stood. "And you're wrong. We can't. Not us. We don't trust like that. It took the both of us centuries to fall in love, and ten times that long to admit it. There is love in Hell, but you might be too blinded by being on Earth so long to see it; it's not always happy, or fun, or even good, but it's there and it flourishes. Love already exists in the purest of places, just as it exists in the most depraved. It's not love at fault, it's only us."
"I can't change reality for you, my friend."
Tongue stinging from the anger in his own words, he turned his face from Crowley and left as he had come, shadowy silent.