Betrayal

"If your brother finds out, he might just bust a fuse." Tiamat was saying, eyes fixed across the young man before her. He had dropped his mask. His hair was now ashen and silver, eyes of gold carrying flecks of silver. He was handsome, sharing more with the Silver Devil than perhaps either of them would like to hear. They were brothers, yet one had torn apart his very genetic constellation to escape the blood of his father. As well as the Hells. 

"I've much to say to him," Arsene said, throwing himself on her bed, spreading his arms out over the sheets as if to accept her if she chose to lie with him. She did not. Shamelessly, he continued, "Zariel is sure to have questions, and I can come and go as I please." 

Tiamat was suddenly struck by the lack of understanding of the man she decided to claim. "What is your Focus?" She asked.