[Sandalphon's grip tightens, his eyes narrow, his voice deepens to a growl.]
You mortals certainly have nerve, don't you...especially with that face of yours...
[Up close, there are fewer similarities between him and Lucifer than there are at a glance. Lucifer's beauty is ethereal, as though he'll sully at the slightest touch; this mortal is vibrant and bright, beautiful in an entirely different way.
But even so, Sandalphon is angry. Even this passing resemblance has the word ringing in his ears—idiot—in Lucifer's voice, and it's enough to drive him further into his fury.]
...Perhaps if you grovel, I'll let your insolence slide, mortal. So what will it be?
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[Sandalphon's grip tightens, his eyes narrow, his voice deepens to a growl.]
You mortals certainly have nerve, don't you...especially with that face of yours...
[Up close, there are fewer similarities between him and Lucifer than there are at a glance. Lucifer's beauty is ethereal, as though he'll sully at the slightest touch; this mortal is vibrant and bright, beautiful in an entirely different way.
But even so, Sandalphon is angry. Even this passing resemblance has the word ringing in his ears—idiot—in Lucifer's voice, and it's enough to drive him further into his fury.]
...Perhaps if you grovel, I'll let your insolence slide, mortal. So what will it be?