"Oh. Ohhohoho. Okay, so-" He squirmed a little to get comfy on that lap.
"Cherubs. Little candy-colored jerks, right? Sometimes they like to try and slip in unnoticed, figure they can get some brownie points with the bigwigs in Heaven by doing little acts of kindness. 'Lucifer, you beautiful, delectable snack- I haven't seen cherubs in Hell in decades,' you say! Weeeell..."
He grinned. "They have a particular scent to them, and they leave a signature in the air. They were easy to spot. So I watched them, tried to see if I knew them once, recognized them... complete strangers, but no less ripe for my game."
He slowly spidered his fingers up Alastor's upper arms. "They tried their very best, my love... they did little acts here, tried to perk others there. But they found it so hard to work some days: Their precious rations from Heaven started to dwindle, and they were so terrified of the food here, fearing it was cursed. The shadows began to lengthen. The insects, the vermin were so quiet around them most nights, leaving them to their thoughts. Their cheery demeanor began to dwindle as they realized their work wasn't bearing the fruit they wished. They could always leave, but they knew that was cowardice. Their own stubborn pride and self-righteousness would prevail, they thought..."
Claws then ran firmly down the arms, running warm trails without breaking skin. He took pleasure in telling the tale. "...They then began to fight amongst themselves. 'Whose idea was this?' 'It's your fault', 'no, it's YOUR fault'. It didn't help that I was leaving them fruit. Shiny, shiny, delicious-looking fruit. They were so hungry... oh, but they shouldn't take such things without knowing who gave it to them. One gave in, ate an apple."
He snickered. "The other three were so horrified, worried that their friend had been cursed, so they put him out of his misery all while begging for forgiveness... ahh, the sounds of the squabbling, their great plan falling apart bit by bit..."
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"Cherubs. Little candy-colored jerks, right? Sometimes they like to try and slip in unnoticed, figure they can get some brownie points with the bigwigs in Heaven by doing little acts of kindness. 'Lucifer, you beautiful, delectable snack- I haven't seen cherubs in Hell in decades,' you say! Weeeell..."
He grinned. "They have a particular scent to them, and they leave a signature in the air. They were easy to spot. So I watched them, tried to see if I knew them once, recognized them... complete strangers, but no less ripe for my game."
He slowly spidered his fingers up Alastor's upper arms. "They tried their very best, my love... they did little acts here, tried to perk others there. But they found it so hard to work some days: Their precious rations from Heaven started to dwindle, and they were so terrified of the food here, fearing it was cursed. The shadows began to lengthen. The insects, the vermin were so quiet around them most nights, leaving them to their thoughts. Their cheery demeanor began to dwindle as they realized their work wasn't bearing the fruit they wished. They could always leave, but they knew that was cowardice. Their own stubborn pride and self-righteousness would prevail, they thought..."
Claws then ran firmly down the arms, running warm trails without breaking skin. He took pleasure in telling the tale. "...They then began to fight amongst themselves. 'Whose idea was this?' 'It's your fault', 'no, it's YOUR fault'. It didn't help that I was leaving them fruit. Shiny, shiny, delicious-looking fruit. They were so hungry... oh, but they shouldn't take such things without knowing who gave it to them. One gave in, ate an apple."
He snickered. "The other three were so horrified, worried that their friend had been cursed, so they put him out of his misery all while begging for forgiveness... ahh, the sounds of the squabbling, their great plan falling apart bit by bit..."