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But you're a demon.

That's true. But not every demon wants to kill.

[this kid has not learned to school his face yet and his entire being radiates 'sounds fake']

[ wow!! ]

It's just that--

There's someone really important to me that I wanna save from him.

[falters a little]

...

Promise you won't kill him.

I promise.

... I don't like killing very much.

[reluctantly, his grip on Minuet loosening -- wow, was he trying to hold him back from the blacked-out doorway?]

. . . okay. I believe you.

[ He places his flesh hand on the baby's head, not full-on ruffling his hair, but close. ]

I'm gonna follow him. Remember the stuff I said earlier though, okay?

[with a 'fair is fair' air, even though this is clearly all WAY over his tiny head]

I promise.

Thank you.

We'll talk again someday, I'm sure.

[ He's heading out the door to the BIG DARK ]

[the blood smeared across his brow burns. not literally, not painfully, but the sensation is still very intense.

blood is also all he can smell, so strong it's like he's submerged in a sea of it.

the red star pulses in the distance. does he head towards that, or strike out in a different direction, or stand still and try something else?]

[ A SECRET THIRD THING

Making sure the door behind him is firmly closed: ]

Yuber.

I know you're listening. Come out here.

[and he's there, a man mostly in black with a long blond braid. no fanfare, no sense of anything having moved. just instant]

Ah, the interfering worm.

[ Both eyebrows go up, but he spreads his hands placatingly ]

Oh? I haven't even done anything yet.

You've entered my territory, haven't you?

[ Too sharp, ]

And what territory do you think is "yours," exactly?

The contract that strategist whelp bound me in, of course. Substance and terms.

[he shows teeth]

You have some kind of objection?

Yeah, I do.

Your services are no longer required. His life and mind are not yours.

That's adorable.

Unfortunately, that's not how it works. I came when blood was spilled and chaos was invoked to call me, and he promised me more to make it worth my while. The oldest deal in the world.

The deal's off only when the price is paid in full on both sides. Or if he dies and I collect my forfeit. No backing out.

[ BLUNTLY ]

I don't give a shit.

[lmao]

And who the hell are you, for me to care?

No one important.

[ Can he dart forward to grab this asshole by the wrist tho ]

[yeah dude

whether it's arrogance or just extremely founded confidence, Yuber doesn't actually stop any aggro moves he makes here]

[ pog

He is just trying to brute force battering ram his way in there enough to find one singular piece of info: where's the fucking gate? ]

[well. bad idea.

it's just. there's nothing human here, or humane, to use as an anchor. he's reaching out and everything he grabs onto -- isn't a piece of a person going through war. it is the war and chaos itself, the bloody, screaming, swelling, growing conflict encompassing untold thousands of lives. he shatters into a hundred fragments and goes through armies' and histories' worth of minds before reassembling into a ragged fractal of self. he tastes the blood in the mouth of every soldier who has ever tasted it. heaves himself up to put his shaking hands on a weapon he (wants to use) (never wanted to use) (will reluctantly use) (will eagerly use), and aim, and ram it home.

he wears man's skin, and he can be influenced while living a man's lifetime, but Yuber is a demon. he is the essence of something, distilled and given sentience until it can be touched and pursued and approached with unfortunate bargains.

wow! that's some bullshit!]

Edited 2024-03-05 16:30 (UTC)

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