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The brothers were even less interested in talking to their new Master than their Master seemed in them. Despite the high speeds that the vampire drove at, neither devil's wore seatbelts. Deus was slouched back in his seat with his feet up on the dashboard. The tips of his long fingers drummed on his flat stomach out of idle boredom as he watched the scenery fly by. Lemuel had fallen asleep some time ago, but the sound of his Master's voice caused him to awaken and he dragged himself up into a sitting position. He turned to the window as the vampire spoke. Deus too was taking in the sights they were being listed off.
"I think we'd manage." He replied, quiet amusement in his voice. The fog was thick, but it was only water. As devils, they had unreasonably high temperatures. He didn't doubt that he would be able to evaporate at least some of the magic-birthed fog. Enough that it wouldn't drown out the sounds and scents too much, anyway. As for the creatures; they were angel trained devils! If their lineage alone didn't scare off the prey - and their Master's beasts were prey in their eyes - then the crucifixes about their necks certainly would. But, neither brother really did have all too much interest in venturing into the fog, no matter how well they felt they could deal with it. Cold and wet wasn't exactly their forte.

Lemuel, on the other hand, was more interested in the gate, and he turned in his seat to watch it as they retreated. A gate with feelings, eh? What a sight! With a very much childlike naivete he decided that he would very much like to make friends with this gate and spend time playing about it's bars. Finally though, the trio made it to the manor. The brothers followed their Master out of the car, and moved to stand behind him, their leashes hanging lank and unused from their necks.
They looked to each other for a few moments as they pondered his question. Lemuel tilted his head to the side slightly before giving a small nod.
"What is your name?" He asked curiously. It was obvious from his voice that the answer wasn't of his utmost importance. He had just figured that one of them should probably ask a question, and his Master's name seemed as good as any to ask.

The two brothers stood idly as Sebastian introduced himself. Lemuel yawned. It was no intentional sign of disrespect though, and he did indeed cover his mouth as he did so an offered a brief but apologetic smile. It had been quite a long drive and cages did not make for comfortable sleeping arrangements; he was genuinely a little fatigued. Neither brother showed any particular interest toward the information, but showed no real disinterest either. They had given their Master their attention while he spoke as expected, then grey eye flickered away to take in the scenery when he finished.

Both sets of eyes were drawn back to the vampire when he took Lemuel's chin though and the young devil obligingly allowed himself to be manipulated. His body language was lazy, fingers curled about the cross that hung from his neck. Deus' attention was the same; idle but obliging. The sentence that followed though certainly pricked him to attention and he subconsciously rose one hand to faintly caress the cherry wood crucifix.
"All actions of creation are ultimately the decision of God." The older devil recited perfectly, a lesson that Kadmiel had taught him well. And a lesson that the brothers had taught Kadmiel; "It's the reactions He needs to worry about," These words were spoken in a far more devilish tone, with an equally devilish smirk, "For example, your birth was undeniably the work of God, as is all creation. But it was the reaction of a far less holy being to yourself the led to your current state."

Sebastian could ponder the years away with pointless, riddling questions, but when it came to the topics of the brothers' two Lords, they were very much opinionated. The problem was that they were far too biased on both sides to ever reach any sort of definitive conclusion. For the moment, however; it seemed that that was all Deus had to say on the matter.
Lemuel on the other hand was looking down at the crucifix in his hands, running one thumb over the sculpted would. "God does not curse. Only bless, or test." He mumbled to himself. How could Sebastian not know that? If it was a curse, then it was most certainly the doing of the Devil, and he was fairly certain that He would not curse two of his own.
Whatever the vampire wanted to know about the two, it could probably be discerned to some extent by their reactions to that statement alone more than any other. Nothing showed a being truer than their alliances. And the devils had forged alliances to both sides. They were like an open book, no desire to mask themselves, the problem was that they were so scrambled in their own minds that the book seemed to be written in no comprehensible language.

When the vampire began to move toward the house the devils exchanged a brief, dubious glance. Their leashes hung lank and unused about their necks. They could not remove the leashes themselves, for Renn's magic had ensured that, but it seemed strange to them for such articles to be neglected, yet they were still quite clearly expected to follow. This could mean any number of things, and being naturally inquisitive creatures they were quite curious. The neglect of the leashes could be used as a show of power, a threat even, or of a naive assurance that the slaves would follow obediently. Or it could be a sign of discomfort at a display of dominance and ownership, which would be quite an odd quality for a Master to possess. Each option had varying resulting consequences to a sort of Goldilocks effect. The foremost possibility could bode badly for them, the middle well and the latter-most could swing either way. If it was the middle, then it was only lucky for the vampire that it was the devils that he had chosen and no other black collars for they did follow him cooperatively into the house.