Re: Diner: Hel & Lucifer
Nel had never considered whether she would've chosen this particular line of work, had the choice been given her. The choice had never been hers, and it was that which she rebelled against. Her nature, however, was always appropriate to her fate, and she'd no interest in curbing herself. Her brother, she knew, felt quite certain that she held back, and so she did. But she was under no illusions about the type of woman which she was beneath the incongruity of pallor and purity.
"You've not spent much time on the internet," she quipped. "There's a market for everything, even dreadful accidents. Often, dreadful accidents are meant to happen to other people. At times, people require dreadful accidents for themselves. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that people are wonderfully unpredictable creatures." She suspected he knew this. Her knowledge of Christianity was vast, but there was no way of knowing how much was truth and how much was embellishment. There also existed the truth that reality was a thing crafted by belief, and perhaps he wouldn't be here, in all his strength, without the fear of the western world.
"I do enjoy worship," she agreed easily. There was no point in this interlude without a certain amount of truth presented. Nel rather hated speaking in circles. It was a skill she possessed, but it was not one she particularly delighted in employing. "Do you care for worship? I always did wonder if you'd rather the willing or unwilling at your feet." This was not something Nel had to contend with. Had she opted to take up her post and return to her fate, all would bow before her. She thought on it at times, and it was a heady prospect indeed.
He wasn't wrong about forthcoming enjoyment. Nel still hadn't quite figured out the pull of this patch of earth, but she knew it promised quite a few spectacles like the one recently seen.
She made no attempt to withdraw her hand. She watched as he leaned forward, and her smile was a small thing made of enigmatic thoughts not shared. He was beautiful, of course, but that was also expected. He took the pie from the fork, and she gave him a moment to chew before she dragged a fingertip over one twine and lowered the fork to the plate. "Wonderful, isn't it?" She tucked her finger between her lips, and the taste of mundanity was pervasive. "You'll like my brothers. I rather recommend you not like them too much." It was a warning, but it was the only one Nel would issue. Anyone else in this town was, as far as she was concerned, fair game to be had in this play they were to perform.