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Children were weird. He didn’t make a sound for a while, trying to process. Wasn’t he supposed to be big bad and evil? Oh wait… That was just what the books said about his job. He in truth was just…
Confused and misunderstood.
Is this how the Heaven’s Council wanted him to die, from a young souls kindness? Maybe the sweets were poisoned or… No that didn’t seem right, his nose wasn’t picking up on anything. “Ah right… I will, not one to be too forgetful after all.”
Says the one who left a certain dragoness in the forest, covered in light magic burns.
“But I have nothing to give to you, young man, which seems awfully unfair.” Though any gift that old Satan could give the boy probably would end up cursed and hurting someone. That was the cursed magic of his after all. He still felt like the boy deserved something though – no one… Well besides a friend or two had shown him kindness ever since his days as a human were long gone. “I’m not exactly a good of a cook as you are –.” I don’t even need eat.
“But if there’s anything you ever wanted to do kid, maybe I could help.” He would be careful though of his magic (maybe asking the two women in his disposal to help), but he still managed to give the other a smile.
Odd how a soul had made the overlord of hell not so grumpy like he was not too long ago. He wanted to see a certain angel spill tea in his presence but he would just have to wait until next time his mood went sour.
“Not exactly ol’ Saint Nick but… I gotta’ few tricks up my sleeves for someone who lives under a rock.”
Emil’s head tipped to the side. The other’s pauses, the looking, as-if he’d done something wrong. He continued his smile, warm and awaiting the comments he would ( undoubtably ) receive. A noncommittal ‘ yes ’ or an ‘ i’ll try ’ and then push him away, waiting for the next time. However, what he got in it’s stead was something … unexpected.
A feeling of melancholy was what he felt. The warmth in reception which had not been had in so-long. His smile turned much more bitter sweet, yet he simply waited. The thought of asking for something … well, to be honest. His smile brightened once more. Turning back the tides to how it had been before. His hand catching the back of his head, a fine blush going to cross pale cheeks.
Oh, how to say such a thing without sounding strange.
“Actually, I can think of one thing I want … “
It wasn’t all that big a something, yet, as he drifted off into his silence, he glanced away. The one thing he would want in return for a gift? Well … it’s quite simple, really. His eyes return, his pause having satisfied whatever necessary need for it he had wanted. His fingers moved, hand sliding from his hair, to right in front of him.
“I’d want your name … if, you w-wouldn’t mind?”
Soft laugh, his head tipped to the side. “You did say that you could help if I wanted something, right? Mine’s Emil – if it m-makes it any easier.”
After all, what else could he wish for? He who outlived humans and half-elves alike, only accompanied by the many years by those who shared his eternal state of existence.