Italian Aster

The city was lively as ever. Between of the downtown turf wars to the high end well off demons. Pentagram City was certainly thriving. The sensitive dangers of it all were not a miss, as Hesediel causally deflected a small bomb approaching and about to hit Charlie. Whom duck with a surpise squeak before wincing of the aftermath to bomb end up hitting. Unamused of Razzle and Dazzle adding needless help in the matter. Charlie would call for them later, after they calmed down.

"You alright, Miss. Charlie?" Hesediel asked, taking a glance away from the list in his hand.

She turned from disspontmrnt to well smiles, keeping in pace with the tall holy being. "Oh, yes, very much. Great saved there. Is your hand okay?"

He showed his hand, then said. "Hardly a scratch. Nothing to worry about. Though when you said the streets were a little wild. You were not speaking in larks."

She laughs, awkward to the truth but as well to the slight playfulness of his words. Saying with ease. "Yep. And given that you are new and all, I wanted to show you around. While we... what did you need to do?"

Charlie's last words ended soft and unsure, speaking at the paper in his hand. Pouting when again, realizing she couldn't read the words.

"Gathering. There are few things my colleagues think I am in need of and are just worried about me, that's all."

"What text is even that? I look in ever parts of the libraries. And nothing. Nada. Zero."

"Enochian."

She was suddenly patting her clothes, stating. "Hold on, I think I have a tissue on me."

He patted her shoulder to stop before he said. "I didn't sneeze, Miss. Charlie. Thank you though. Enochain is the text you are speaking of. An old dead angelico language of the heavens. Hardly anyone uses it anymore. Only those of high ranks could be able to read or even speak it."

Her eyes sparkled with new knowledge, leaning closer as they neared one of the shops Hesediel was looking for. Asking with pure curiosity. "That's amazing. But wait, if no one uses it anymore... why do you and your Limbo friends do?"

"Safety reasons. Given the tensions going on, we're trying not to get involved. Minus me being here, that's very different. Okay, cod ashes and whatever in the paradox is Malware's screams are." Hesediel said, walking through the aisles, cart in hand as Charlie walked ahead, looking for what the other needed.

"Found them." Charlie called out from uphead, adding. "Still, I can't thank you enough for your service."

"It's nothing." He muttered while checking off the item, pushing the cart forward to the next part of the store. Hyper aware of the odd and sketchy stares they were getting, but if Charlie wasn't worried, he wouldn't add fuel to the fire in full blast, saying. "Lilith was a kind soul long ago and owning up on that favor for her, is the least I can do. Would not want to disappoint, you know?"

"Compare to others disappointment of me and this project, I don't call it nothing. Even my father doesn't want me around anymore."

"I wouldn't say that. From what I understand, he loves you no matter what. He worries and at times, his greatest weakness that of his pride which blind his better judgment. Give him time, he'll come around and be rooting for you."

"Doubtful." She hollows out, before finding the other item. They found a spice sections and see of there was any to what is marked. Out of the blue she said. "I'm just a large shiner on his image. Princess of Hell but wants to make hell like the place he can't stand. What a great daughter I must be to him."

"True. There are parts of their world he loathes, but not without reason. Same here, he sure hasn't change in the slightest."

Hesediel paused in his steps, realizing too late of his slip. Face lack of emotion as ever when Charlie looked to him, pounderment clear and peaked in her eyes.

"Did you know my father before he fell?" She whisper, still lace with excitement and waiting for a reply.

He moved them along, aware a group of eyes of them. Only taking in their grunge clothing and nothing else, as he said. "We're familiar with each other. Nothing to write tales of, sorry, Miss. Charlie."

She deflated from his words, looking away before soon found herself, fiddling with some of the spice bottles. Only an airy sigh was heard.

"Oh..."

Hesediel watched with a still body, unsure what to say but the words found a way, fixing his rimless shades on his nose. "A story I think would interest you was how much a the prankster your father was, I never got work done with that madman. Yet, I once dared to call that man a friend. Had to bail him out a few times. He was quite the spirited type." He lowers his shades to Charlie, with a mirth in his eyes that could be seen as a small grin, to say. "Must run in the family."

His shoulders relaxed when seeing a small smile from on her lips. Faint but it was better than the former gaze.

"I see." Was all she said as they went on the rest of the day, with only few other hitches. One them being her asking. "Would my dad not be happy if he knew you were here, without you informing him?"

"Honestly?" He asked, seeing Charlie eyeing him along through the last store of the day and heading back to the hotel.

"Yeah."

Even with her voice sounding fragile, her stance was another. To that, Hesediel honored it by doing the same in reply. Even if the remembering afterthoughts could bring trouble later, he was doing this for his friend, the most he could do.

"No. He wouldn't have been. Believe or not, I was of the few to plead him not to fall. Yes, Miss. Charlie, I had that much hope in him. As you said, every demon has a rainbow. I once saw his but to others, one voice is never enough. It takes a whisper to form a crowd to scream. Remember that."

There was a mixture of feelings striding through Charlie after hearing this. Already, in her core there was more than what the holy being was sharing. But he was hushed. Almost to how mom acted like between her and her father. Protecting what they care about and to her father, he I'm a way said the same for her cause. Her father and this holy being were close, in her guessing, to where Hesediel would say such things about her father. It made her heart break yet swell. Schooling her face and gave a proud nod.

"I'll make sure to do that. Thanks Hesy."

"It's no problem, Miss. Charlie."