[ If you were tell Rook that, by the end of the year, he would have Belial's blood on his hands and their Cardinal thrumming bright and powerful in his bones, he might have broken a rib laughing. He wasn't a violent demon, or a very ambitious one either for that matter, but he did care, a lot, about things that he probably shouldn't. Like -- well, doesn't matter. Point is, Belial is gone (one of the few remaining original Princes, put down by the one they specifically damned, there was some poetic justice in it all) and Rook has taken their place and--
It's a lot.
It's a lot and Rook has come into his own in ways that no one ever thought he would. Sure, deep down there was still something soft about him, something a little more lenient than most other Princes, but he was a lot more. Even before he took the Cardinal, Rook was one of the oldest lust demons. So he has been around the block a few times, and thankfully has more that like him than hate him. That will come in handy.
Still, there were things he was getting used to. Having wings that worked, for one, no longer gilded useless things that hung like weights against his shoulders, but massive black and gold wings that could carry him. Having demons look up to him, seek him out was another. Rook was never one to seclude himself away, even less so now, so he isn't all that surprised when the door to his chamber opens and lets in.... a vaguely familiar incubus.
Rook is curled up in a swath of pillows and silks with what looks to be a book in hand, dressed (barely) in his usual black and gold, white blond hair mussed, looking every bit the Prince of Lust he is supposed to be. Snapping the book shut, Rook laughs and stretches, very aware of the way bronze skin catches in the light of the chambers, before resting his chin on his hand and watches.]
That I am, you're rather pretty yourself, sweetling. What brings you here, hmmm? [ A tip of his head, the arch of his neck, Rook gestures for the incubus to come closer.]
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It's a lot.
It's a lot and Rook has come into his own in ways that no one ever thought he would. Sure, deep down there was still something soft about him, something a little more lenient than most other Princes, but he was a lot more. Even before he took the Cardinal, Rook was one of the oldest lust demons. So he has been around the block a few times, and thankfully has more that like him than hate him. That will come in handy.
Still, there were things he was getting used to. Having wings that worked, for one, no longer gilded useless things that hung like weights against his shoulders, but massive black and gold wings that could carry him. Having demons look up to him, seek him out was another. Rook was never one to seclude himself away, even less so now, so he isn't all that surprised when the door to his chamber opens and lets in.... a vaguely familiar incubus.
Rook is curled up in a swath of pillows and silks with what looks to be a book in hand, dressed (barely) in his usual black and gold, white blond hair mussed, looking every bit the Prince of Lust he is supposed to be. Snapping the book shut, Rook laughs and stretches, very aware of the way bronze skin catches in the light of the chambers, before resting his chin on his hand and watches.]
That I am, you're rather pretty yourself, sweetling. What brings you here, hmmm? [ A tip of his head, the arch of his neck, Rook gestures for the incubus to come closer.]