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[hayliel]

[hayliel]

Hayliel was in the middle of trying to schedule an interview to hire another bartender when one of his blessed siblings decided to just show up. What was with all of them and not leaving him alone? At least Adatiel had treasured Britney like he did. Actually, he didn't want to think about that right now. As much as he would have loved to say he didn't care, the fallen still saw that damned statue every time he walked into the forum. He shook his head of the thoughts and looked up at Kafziel. "I'm not the bartender, but you're free to make your own drink if you want." Then he looked up at the person that had been on the stage singing 'Santa Baby' sulking off. "Look at what you did to my customer," he stated with a shake of his head. It wasn't like he actually cared anyway, but still.

who: @hayliel where: Hell's Bells

She heard a rumor that her fallen brother had opened what the mortals are calling a Karaoke bar, through brisk inquiries from those who were buying roses for those they were burying, she found out the address and the horror that it meant random no-one's could get up to butcher their favorite songs. Kafziel walked in to hear someone singing a very off-note Santa Baby. "It's the nineth!" She called out loudly in disapproval, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She had lost any type of jolly spirit when she had witnessed her home burning and their father eating all of their siblings. She spotted Hayliel's skinny vessel and with annoyance in her voice, she spoke again. "Please tell me you can make a stiff drink, now alcohol I like. Think those mortals might have gotten it right with that one."

[hayliel]

It had been a very long time, but there was always one thing to know of immortal creatures like them. Hayliel could hold a grudge for a very, very long time. When it came to Sariel, he probably should've gotten over it by now, but she was his best friend. She was the sibling he cared about the most when he really thought about it. Sure, he cared about Astaroth, too, but the two of them didn't mesh well together all the time. The other fallen was much more brooding that Hayliel could ever be. Sariel was not. So, when she had treated him like he was lesser than, he took that more to heart than anything else anyone else could say. Maybe that was why he had been holding onto this anger for so long. He could understand why she would want to move on from it. They should have. He looked up at his sister and then back down at his desk for a moment. "Your apologies fucking suck, Sariel." He let out a sigh. "But fine. I guess I'll be the bigger person, but I won't be happy about it."

who? @hayliel where? his office on the forum

"This has to stop. This— This cold war, this silence, it has to stop." It's not how she meant to start, but she had thought him death, had thought him gone. He hadn't been, and she is so very glad that he has fallen in love with a high elf and that they could protect each other like no other would, but even then— Even then, she grieved for him for years. She can't stand the silence, not after so long. Part of her tells her she should be angry for him abandoning them to the danger, but she is relieved. Relived that him and Atarniel survived despite all odds, when none of them could. "I know you are mad at me, but I thought I lost you Hayliel. I can't go another day without talking to you. Not after that."

[hayliel]

Zaknafein had asked for that parking spot and, of course, Hayliel had immediately said no. Honestly, he would've said no regardless of the fact that he knew that the drow had absolutely no car to use in said parking spot. Hayliel wasn't about to give something that belonged to him away to someone else. Well, unless it was going to be given to Yavie, but that was an entirely different thing altogether. If he ended up giving that parking spot to Zak, that would open an entire can of worms he didn't need to open. He didn't want to even think about the repercussions that would come with him giving something to someone, friend or not. Yavie would ignore him for too many hours for him to even think about it. He'd start crying. Either way though, Zaknafein was not getting that parking spot. Perhaps that was why the other looked so damn frustrated sitting at the bar like that. Hayliel walked over, keys to his brand new car spinning on his finger as he sat down. "People see new cars and lose their minds these days," he stated pointedly with a dramatic shake of his head. "Anyway, how's your day going? You look upset." There was a mocking pout on his face as he spoke. If you couldn't fuck with your friends, who could you fuck with?

@hayliel location: Hell's Bells notes: cant u see im obsessed with u

Hayliel was among the first people the drow met when he arrived in the mortal realm ages ago. They were the closest thing to friends that Zaknafein had; he'd seen the seraphim through the lifespan of several faces; while Hayliel couldn't fight, that didn't mean he wasn't good at other things. Like money. Having money, spending money, getting more money. This is how Zaknafein knew that Hayliel could get another parking space and why the drow wasn't speaking to him. Instead, he sat at the bar before opening eating. It wasn't like he even had a car to park, but that wasn't the point; he'd asked, and Hayliel said no, which seemed inconsiderate for all the years the two of them had known each other. Zaknafein and Hayliel had one very defining thing in common; they just wanted things because they wanted things, and if Hayliel had a parking spot with his name on it, then Zaknafein wanted that exact spot.

[hayliel]

In theory, he probably should have attempted to visit his family during that whole end of the world debacle, but honestly, the palace had been nice and he'd thought they would all be perfectly fine. Most of them had survived. Zagreus seemed to be taking it a little harder than Hayliel could have expected though. As they sat on the nephilim's couch, he let out a sigh. "Okay, but I did still buy you several things as an apology. It'll help a little bit, right? Maybe?"

@hayliel Location: Zagreus' apartment

"You can't win me back with things this time." Zagreus had heard nothing from Hayliel all those years. Didn't even know if the seraphim was alive. The nephilim had been left behind by everyone, others had died, Ren had been possessed. Even now he had nightmares, thinking of Ren with a dead look in his eyes; Zagreus' mother's eyes burned from her head as she laid on the ground. "You were gone. Happy you survived or whatever."

[hayliel]

If Hayliel was any other person, they were sure they would've been annoyed very often. However, the fallen was all too familiar with Yavie's personality and he never felt the need to be upset about it. If anything, he found it endearing. Even if he was getting accused of having several relationships outside of just theirs. Which just sounded preposterous. Anyone who looked at the seraphim could know within just a few seconds that he only had eyes for Yavie. He honestly thought about the elf too much sometimes. If that was even possible. If the other wasn't on his mind constantly, he would think that would cause a problem. Anyway, that was neither here nor there right now. "Of course you'd make an amazing parent. I would never say you wouldn't," he stated as Yavie's hand ruffled his hair. He'd have to fix that before they left. Nevertheless, a smile lifted onto their face as they turned the elf's hand over so they could also place a kiss on the back of his hand. "I don't have any mistresses. We can go shopping and then Lupercalia. My brother wanted to do one of those competitions. You'll be cheering for me, right?"

After his conversation with Malacoda, if there was one thing that Yavie would do, it absolutely wasn't believe Hayliel. All this man knew how to do was lie and nut quickly, at least that's what the elve's manifest had told him. Was it all true? Well, Yavie could be easily swayed. "Don't tell me what I think; we're talking about you here: I'd be an amazing parent," Yavie tousled some of Hayliel's hair affectionately even though he was mad at him. The fallen was just too cute. His fingers laced through Hayliel's as he brought the back of the other's hand to his lips to press a kiss to it, "if you think you can tear yourself away from your mistresses, then yes."

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"I don't surround myself with loose people. I would surround myself with just you, but you're so busy. You're my favorite person in every world. Why would I focus on anyone but you?" It may have sounded like he was just trying to butter Yavie up, but anyone that knew Hayliel knew that he was always talking about to elf. Actually, to some, he talked about the other too much. The fallen thought they didn't talk about him enough actually. Yavie did quite a lot of great things. Why wouldn't they have shared it with anyone who would listen? "I don't know. You don't think you'd be good at it?" Hayliel wasn't even sure how he'd be at it. He had a feeling that he'd grow annoyed very quickly. Or bored. Babies couldn't sing karaoke. They'd butcher every song and he just couldn't have that. The thought was pushed to the back of his head as Yavie kissed the back of his hand. "You want to go shopping?" A smile lifted onto Hayliel's face. It was baby shopping, but shopping was shopping. "I love shopping."

"Your bar is full of loose people; you surround yourself with them." Yavie pointed out as he looked one woman directly in the eye after she'd been staring at Hayliel for a heartbeat longer than the Astral would have liked. Honestly, one of these days, the elve would take Hayliel into space and leave him there so that he'd be far away from all this temptation. Alas, Yavie did enjoy teasing him. "What? You expect me to raise a baby?" The elve put his hands up at the remark, they were cute and everything but they cried and they never had any good or original ideas. Boring. "I think I might just take one from somewhere else, like elves used to; I'll just swap one out of a nursery. No one will be any wiser." Yavie reached for the other's hand and pressed his lips lightly against the back of it, "You want to help me pick out a good one for him?" Zahrya deserved only the best.

[hayliel]

Children. Hayliel had never really thought of himself as the type to ever have any of his own. With the way Ulthar had been, they had always feared they would end up just like him. Maybe they wouldn't though. Maybe it would be different. Well, it had to be. The fallen certainly didn't plan on doing all of the shit that his dear father had done since their conception. Anyway, the point of all of this was that he didn't mind the thought of children if it was with Yavie. He had Elijah, but he'd missed out on the demon's entire life. He couldn't do that again. His brows furrowed as he caught what the elf was saying. "I don't hang out with any loose people. Or any other people." Well, there were all of the people that inhabited his bar, but he barely ever paid attention to them. Anyone that knew Hayliel knew that he only ever had eyes for Yavie. Actually, everyone but the elf knew that information. "You want to...give Zahrya a baby? Like one we make?"

@hayliel location: Hell's Bells notes: open ur mouth bb

"So many children lately." Yavie liked kids, they were like a clean slate: all wide eyes and imagination. They seemed like a lot of work though and long before the astral and the fallen ever considered having children together, Hayliel was going to need to work on his infidelity. "If only my partner didn't hang around with so many loose people." Yavie looked around the bar, nice as it was, the elve could tell there was a lot of people here that would gladly try and steal his man if he gave them the opportunity. He'd blow up this whole place before he let that happen. "It's fine, but I was hoping we could give Zahrya a baby for his birthday this year. Maybe next, I think he'll have his hands full as it is."

[hayliel]

hayliel | moon palace

inhabited by @astralyavie and hayliel. who knows what other creatures are lurking about.

[hayliel]

[hayliel]

Hayliel really could not stand all of these blessed. Sure, he may have been one of them once upon a time, but he'd opened his eyes to Ulthar's ways a long time ago. The rest of them should've done the same. If he could have went back in time, maybe he would've joined Lucifer's rebellion, but he wasn't even sure where that would've left them. Still, Uriel was a rare breed of annoying to him. No apology, nothing to really say he was sorry other than the fact that he finally saw Ulthar for who he truly was. It was actually pretty fucking funny. "That's so nice of you, brother. You've really turned a new leaf. I can tell how much you really want to protect what little of us are left now because of the Father that gave up on you." He raised a middle finger towards Uriel. "Get the fuck out."

Uriel frowned. He hadn't actually tried to apologize yet but now he didn't want to. And he supposed that made Hayliel's statement correct. He also supposed that didn't make the Blessed as 'kind' or 'understanding' as this young elf in the Sun Court told him he should try to be but Uriel decided perhaps he could try again later. Eventually, he'd probably find his way there.

"Fine. But, if it means anything, I do regret all the time I spent in devotion to our Father. I had many years to think about it and to come to terms with the fate of my loyalty... I don't wish to be at odds with the only family we have left. The seraphim-blooded that I'll share this mortal home with. I'd sooner protect you all now than fight with you."

[hayliel]

"And I love you, too. But I mean, I expected you guys would be alright. You were, at least." The rest of their siblings though? Astaroth. Sariel. They had met much worse fates. Atarniel had lasted until the bitter end just like he'd expected of her. He'd really expected it of all of them, but it seemed oh so interesting to him that the ones least likely to fight were the ones that had been able to save the world at the end of the day. Someone should have been patting him on the back honestly. Nevertheless, he was glad that they were all okay. Adatiel hadn't been a fallen, but her loss was the only way he had any of his siblings back now. He'd always remember that.

Hayliel only nodded his head with a slightly raised brow. "Some disrespect? I mean, I'm sure they would. They have a whole thing where they just fight each other. I'm pretty sure disrespect is always on the menu for them." Not that he ever really needed to bother caring about any of that. Hayliel raised their other brow at their sibling's words. "What exactly do you mean by 'friends'?"

Atarniel vehemently shook her head at their accusation. Sure, she had grieved them, had been left alone for 15 years without a sign of her sibling, but none of that mattered. "That's not what I meant. Well, you certainly didn't let me know that you're alright. Not that you have to, but you know how much I care about you, Hayliel. I love you." She couldn't quite pinpoint her emotions. They were stuck between relief and annoyance at the whole situation, but it did remind her of being more selfish going forward. She'd fight Hayliel's battles, be their Marshal, but at the end of the day Atarniel would celebrate this war with being even more hedonistic, less empathetic. "I'm just happy we're all back," she said truthfully.

The Fallen laughed at her sibling's comment. Yes, the idea of a Lycan on a leash was exciting and she could vividly imagine one of them on one. Diamonds and all, a tight, leather leash. "Neither, but I'm sure there are enough Lycans that would love to be treated with some disrespect. Consensual disrespect," the Seraphim grinned, "no, I'll behave, for your sake. I'm sure our first task will have to be to find reliable...friends, right?"

[hayliel]

"Well, you have like fifty fucking employees working in this place. I doubt you're not getting annoyed by at least five of them. Or all of them actually." There was no way that entire band of misfits were all getting along. They had to have fights sometimes. Maybe Hayliel would ask Sariel what the tapes looked like. Well, actually, he'd ask her that when he wasn't still upset with her. It had been a long time, but he was still very annoyed by the words she'd said and the obvious sucking up she was trying to do as an apology. "Why do you not like karaoke? I mean, you love music so you should be down to do a screamo thing. I'll do it with you and everything. I promise I won't douse you in glitter. This time." He patted Roth on the shoulder. "Vampire party? Well, yeah, but I'm going with Yavie. Do you really think I can just show up with you without getting in trouble?"

"I like it here, people don't tend to annoy the record shop owner," a pause, they were good at being edgy but now they were fucking sad and miserable about it all, "-and nothing bad tends to happen here." That was actually too pathetic even for Roth, the Ira half-glared at Hayliel not to comment on it before he's all business with his louche and insufferable facade again, "I smoke, I listen to music; I certainly don't do karaoke and douse myself in glitter." Okay, sibling banter, they were on the up and up now. "Isn't there that vampire party?" A grimace came next, but it hardly held any weight; something that didn't concern Roth and he was considering attending with Hayliel; really weird now.