A relentless pissing match was going on between the two higher-up demons: Sonneillon and Verrine. It was a daily occurrence between them, one would set the other off over something petty and it always managed to spiral. Sometimes it was just yelling, but it easily resorted to violence as they were volatile when it came to their feelings. However, the juvenile Belial deemed himself to be the "negotiator" when tensions got high and redirected the anger towards himself and was almost proud of being the irritating one. "Belial, for the last damn time. Stay out of this!" Sonneillon snarled, pushing the "young" demon back, forcing pressure on his exposed chest, and yet, Belial wore his smug, fish-eating grin like he was some sort of prize and laughed to himself, knowing the impression of mocking his peers often enraged them more.

"Oh, get that stick out of your ass, Sonne~ I'm just trying to help out all I can around here. You'd all be lost without me, you'd be out a decorator and lack someone with all this charm and style." His rose-red eyes pulsed and shifted into a magenta hue as he shamelessly gestured to himself. Verrine's muscles anxiously flinched and tensed, locking up tight on his back as Sonneillon's feet shifted into hooves, his head tilted down as a warning sign with his large ram horns pointed in his direction. Belial only smiled and fluttered his large wings, flattered to have gained his attention. "You're all so tightly wound, you know it wouldn't be as much fun here without me. Let's take it easy now." Steam practically came out of the creature's ears, his muscles bulged and contorted as he was enveloped by his anger. Belial locked eyes with Verrine and jerked his head towards the clear doorway, giving him his out while Sonne proceeded to charge at Belial himself, launching him at the wall across the room.

Verrine bounded down the hall, panting as he prayed that Belial distracted Sonneillon long enough to get out of the area their confrontation began. He rounded a corner and approached a grand set of double doors, attempting to catch his breath before tugging them open. He had started to wander across the tiled floor in a pattern, finally hopping across the threshold to his recreation chamber. A dim blue light cast over the room from lamps hanging above, they reflected off of a clear pool of water to which Verrine would seek comfort. He shed his wardrobe and stepped into the frigid water with ease, the blue markings on his body illuminated in contrast to his pale flesh. Verrine’s dark locks fell back as he tipped his head towards the edge of the pool, but suddenly he heard the footsteps approaching without fault to reach him. Verrine gazed back, chewing his lip as Berith towered over him “I’m... assuming that you heard.” 

“Now what would I be hearing about, Verrine? I’d like to know that we are in fact on the same page.” Berith bared his teeth, his canines already growing in; he had contoured a lot today, showing off his prominent jawline and cheekbones. His stance was offensive, as if ready to pounce once he heard something he did not like to hear, but Verrine was still helplessly drawn in. “W-well, I confronted Sonneillon considering everything that has been going on recently.” Verrine stammered, picking at his matte black nails. “After I told you not to stand up to him, especially without me present. The Seraphim will take notice of that, you put your position in more danger by confronting him. You are an idiot! We need to catch him going off the rails.” Verrine sank further down into the water, “He currently is kicking Belial’s ass, so that might work in our favor...” Verrine mumbled but was issued a glare “Not. The. Point.” 

Verrine’s eyes darted up to the stressed expression on Berith’s face “Hey, let me make it up to you...” Berith arched a brow, and huffed, “If you think I’m stepping in that ice bath you are mad.” Verrine shook his head and stood up, grabbing a soft towel to dry off, and started to dress back up; Verrine tied his hair back and Berith curled his hand around the back of his neck, growling. “What did you have in mind?” Verrine shot up as he fixed the cuffs of his dress shirt, a vague grimace played on his lips “I could treat you to some Absinthe, I have a bottle stashed away just for you… So, how about you go wait in bed and I will be right in.” Berith mulled it over in his head as Verrine helped him remove his suit jacket to go hang it up. “Fine, I’ll take you up on your deal. But you better not believe that I can only be bought with some alcohol. I’m far from done being upset about your slip up.” Verrine nodded quickly and signaled Berith to take the lead to his bedroom and help himself to a drink. “Of course!” Berith postured up and briskly walked off without another word.