Lilith stares at her phone, pondering Lucy's request.
Lucy is, of course, right. She's right that if the angel fell here it was for a reason. She's right that the angel will behave, if not willingly then because she'll make it. It can't hurt another fallen angel like it can hurt demons, and it's trapped on her turf. Lilith has nothing to worry about.
But she still doesn't want to see the damn thing again.
She's already warned the girls, she warned them all right after they woke up from the mass cuddling session. They're... as ready as they can be. They're aware that the angel will be back, and shouldn't be a problem, and should...
Ugh, it should, well....
Be treated.... nicely. Blech.
They don't like it any more than she does, of course. Succubi are sociable, but a very clear line was crossed. She's not sure they'll behave, even if the angel does.
Not that she particularly cares to force them. It's not like they can hurt it, even if they try- let her darlings vent their frustrations, she can live vicariously through them.
She just has to stop stalling and ask Lucy to bring it back up.
"What do you think?" She asks, as she lazily twists Grezayla's tail around her finger. She pulls it tight and the succubus squeaks and nuzzles into her adorably.
Grezayla says she's okay, after everything, but-
Seeing the angel... It'd be upsetting for any demon, sure, but she's so new. And with her background- Well, Lilith wants to give her a little extra attention, just to make sure she's alright. Just so she knows she didn't make a mistake coming down here to live with her.
"Should I invite the angel here for the tour?"
Grezayla thinks on it, for a moment. "Yeah, probably." She sighs.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She says. "I mean, I can't really argue we shouldn't. If I say we should shun the self-righteous Jesus freak who's making everyone feel bad, kinda feels like pulling the ladder up behind me."
Lilith smiles wryly. "Grezayla; you were not always kind in life, I'll admit, but you did not- could not, physically harm us with the force of your judgement." She says. "I think it's somewhat different."
"Well, me and Azzy went around making sure everybody has a blindfold on hand. If it tries that again, we'll fuck it up before it can hurt you!"
Lilith clutches Grezayla close, chuckling. "Dearest, I can't say that's wise." She hums. "However, if you're set on that- Just make sure the angel starts it. I don't want anyone to think we're bad hosts."
Grezayla giggles, and the two of them make out for a few minutes longer before Lilith sighs and resigns herself to the fact that yes, she really should get on with it. Rip the band-aid off, as it were.
She texts Lucy that they're ready here, and immediately the fallen angels appear before her.
"Lilith." Lucy says, with a polite nod.
The other angel, in its infinite mercy, is no longer searing the minds of all who gaze upon it. She looks it up and down, bored.
Angels, when one is allowed to safely look upon them, are universally boring. They are a fascist's idea of perfection. Mannequins, along with the lack of any fun bits. Stepford wives, stripped of gender. They are uniform, all stamped from the exact same cookie cutter mold, because heaven demands uniformity in all ways.
It took millennia for Lucy to break from that mold; to indulge in gender, to work with her to modify her body. Lilith expects this is why she insists they help it, otherwise it'll take forever to accept that it wants something and even longer to tell anyone what it is.
"Well?" She drawls, stroking Grezayla's hair with one hand while she makes an impatient gesture with the other. "What brings you to my den of sin?"
WHORE OF EDEN-
"-Okay, I'm going to lay down some ground rules." Lilith says, reclining with a smug grin. Oh, to boss around an angel. This could be fun after all. "Number one, cut the voice."
THE CHORUS OF HEAVEN-
"Cut." She says slowly and deliberately. "The voice."
The angel looks between her and Lucy, who nods in agreement.
"Your foul tongue is beneath us, wretch." It says, and Lilith grins.
"No. You have to be good, for that. Rule two: As much as I like '~WhOrE oF EdEn~'- I will be stealing that one- I don't like how you say it." She says, clicking her tongue. "You may call me Lilith. Queen of Lust, if you wish to be formal. Mistress, maybe, if you ever come to feel like it and I decide I like having you around. Any further insults toward me will be punished. Any towards my girls, even more severely so."
Grezayla giggles and sticks her tongue out at the angel.
"That's rule zero, by the way. You treat my girls with respect or you get the fuck out of my realm."
"Why would we wish to stay in your realm?" Hisses the angel.
"That's for you to tell us, Feathers." Says Lilith. "In the meantime, rule three: You don't leave my sight. You are free to return to Lucy as you please, but while you are here..."
She conjures a collar and leash.
"You cannot be serious! Lucifer-"
"She's serious." Lucy says flatly. "Next time, try to make a better first impression when you want something."
"We don't want anything from her! We told you this is a mistake, we would never fall to temptation!"
"It thinks the big guy made a mistake? Ooh, that's a damning if I ever saw one." Lilith hums into Grezayla's ear, loud enough for the angel to hear it.
"No! We- A test then! We just have to-"
"Face it, Feathers." Lilith says. "The old man threw you away. Perfect obedience from the dawn of time, and the second you show a hint of wanting something for yourself, you're down in the gutter with us for eternity."
"We don't! We didn't!" It cries.
"Lilith." Lucy says softly, and she relents.
"Alright." She says. "You didn't, then. But you're stuck down here all the same. Try to make the best of it, hm?"
"N-No. It's, It's a test. We won't fall. We won't fall." The angel repeats to itself, shaking.
"Well then you have nothing to worry about, do you? Perfect lil' angel doesn't want for anything."
It's a comforting lie. The angel does want something. She can't make out what it is, but it's there. Heaven will never take it back.
"You want the leash now, or do you want to take a break?"
"We..." Says the angel. "We are not afraid. You will not taint us, Queen of Lust."
Lilith rolls her eyes and fastens the collar around the angel's neck. "There you go. Doesn't that look cute?"
"It does not look cute." Says the angel.
"Well, you can pick out a cuter one if you like. What's important is it keeps you from running off and wreaking havoc." She says. "Oh, don't grumble. Just think of it like your halo, a nice little sign of obedience."
Ugh, the halo. It's so bright and irritating. Light warped around their head like the corona of a black hole.
Hopefully it won't be too long before the angel begs her to shatter the damn thing.
