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How easy it was to find her, and hurt her.

A moment where she clenches her fingers on his arm, then relaxes.

Starting as small as she had.

And growing to rival her.

(grew conscious of its lonely state;
No one nor nothing could hear its cries
In the lonely depths of Utter Nothingness--
Like a forlorn babe,
Lost and in despair,
In a cold dark forest.)

And he hated her.

...and...

And she hated him.

But-

He hisses a cold breath again, a warning.

She raises her head, half-bares her teeth in an animal-like snarl.

...and from a distance not-so-far away, comes a quiet chuckle, and the smell of a slowly burning cigarette. If they look up, they'll see it comes from the man sitting near the observation window. He's smiling.

I's been a very amusing show.

His head snaps up, and he takes a small step back from Fire.

But an arm slips around her waist.

Oh.

Oh.

Fire exhales, a slow hiss, and half-turns to Frost.

"Your Belial?"

'I'm not anyone's,' he remarks casually. His voice reaches them easily, though he's not all that close.

There's a glance at Frost which can only be described as 'chilly'. He's never been the biggest fan of this creature. Fire, on the other hand, is getting a look that's both appraising and...filthy.

It's the only word for it.

A pleased grin, and a light push, sending her in his direction.

To Satan;

Fire half-stumbles, then recovers herself, tossing long red hair back over her shoulder. Inclines her head, "It is good to meet you."

With a sour look at Frost, "I take it you are acquainted with my brother?"

The stare at Frost is short, but expressive. It's probably best summed up as, 'Bitch, please.'

But all he says to him is, 'Jack would be better off at Christmas with me than he would be with you.'

There's no elaboration on that. His attention is back on Fire. Well, she does draw attention, even when being almost pushed over.

'The pleasure's all mine.' He smiles, though its more of a leer. 'Though it doesn't always have to be that way. And yes, I know him.'

Frost finds himself a barstool, well content to watch this.

Fucking Milliways, eh?

Fire glares at Frost.

And turning back to Belial, "He is - difficult. I would far prefer your company outside of his."

'Naturally you would.'

The smile doesn't go away and he's standing now, walking over with easy grace. The epitome of cool, though he radiates heat. He doesn't have to, of course. But this is Fire, and that's what he's good at. And it's not as though he's ever lacked confidence.

'Family must be boring for you,' he says to her, as his eyes travel along the length of one shoulder. 'I know they bore me.'

A glance at Frost.

'Your family do, I mean. But you...'

He leers openly and his shades disappear, revealing blue eyes that shine. Another look to Frost and he raises an eyebrow sarcastically.

'She didn't create it. But she might end it. Where does that leave you?'

And then his attention is back on the woman.

She is hot.

Frost stretches, languid and unperturbed, meeting Satan's gaze levelly, and then his sister's.

Fire stills.

There's a moment where she's frozen, unsure, and then she tosses her head and stares daggers at Frost.

Turning back to Satan, she fixes him with a calm stare.

"I am sorry for my brother's rudeness."

'Apology accepted. Though if you want to make reperations to me on his behalf, I'm sure we can come up with something.'

Oh yeah. He likes that idea.

'If I were the type to apologise, I'd probably beg your pardon for having him first.'

But he's not, of course. He does, though, hold out a hand and a split second later a small flame dances on his palm.

'Yours, if you want it. Or shall I use it to set your brother's hair on fire? I'm sure his Jack would appreciate the new reminder of me.'

Because for all that they're opposites, they are also two of a kind.

Fire glances at him, almost curiously.

After all, if he sounds even a little worried about her. it's a good sign that something's up.

Glancing back at Satan, "It is a worthy gift. I thank you."

Stretches out her hand, not quite taking it yet.

'Or even charming fingers and a clever tongue. Which would you prefer?'

He smirks lewdly and raises an eyebrow at Fire.

'Take it. I won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing.'

And at Frost, a roll of the eyes.

'You call me pathetic? You with your little toy that controls you as much as you do him? I have no interest in your stories, Frost. Leave us.'

he sighs.

His voice keeps bland, emotionless, and he doesn't acknowledge Belial when he speaks.

Until the very end.