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A fellow assassin within the guild, we get along.. alright. Which is saying something because I don't get along with anyone. Shinoiro is quiet, calculated, and in the very few times we've been assigned together, a absolute pleasure to work with.
The sky represents freedom, and as.. such.. I respect the God of Death's departure from the divine circle. Gods do not long after their parents in the same way mortals do. I never question why he did what he did. I do not feel sorrow for his disappearance.. I merely hope he is more happy now than he once was.
One of the original two, the source of night and the source of death. He granted me the power to shape land, and I continue to do so till this day. When the puny mortals under my feet begin to disrespect the gods, to turn to the devils of the inner realm, I make the ground quake.. Would he be pleased with my fury?
Dearest.. Beloved.. Luzaneo.. When will you return to my side? My heavenly chambers exist beyond mortality, beyond divinity.. and yet I feel so empty.. We created this world together.. is it not to your liking anymore, is that why you've vanished?.. I shall continue to bring forth the night.. hoping one day, for you to return..
Satan is fascinating to me.. He's so unlike any other demon I've seen. His body is frail, and his skin is so lively. It's as if he's not even supposed to be a demon, but anytime I approach, Goetia swiftly gets in my way, and sends me off to do.. whatever he can think of.
Why is our master so secretive of Satan though? He is part of the same council as the rest of us..
Lucifer loves and longs to spend all of his time with mortals.. would he enjoy time with me then? Would he find humor or pity in the strange creature I exist as? No longer demon.. no longer mortal.. Some twisted beast of neither ilk, born through one's hands...
I have no interest in the feline-demon, Lucifer. He's disobedient, but in all the wrong ways, and in no way would he ever serve to help me with my ambitions, I'll merely... Keep an eye on his movements for now.
Goetia forbids me from speaking to the traitor demon, he likely fears the lies that he will whisper in my ear, yet I can't help but find it.. unfair. I am a lord of hell, and as such, I should be able to make my own mistakes- ooh..! I feel like a mortal! Arguing over such petty business..
Laplace seems unable to comprehend me, to read me nor to estimate my plans and actions- and as such, I greatly infuriate the demon of logic and probability. Why if I didn't love humans though.. wouldn't Laplace's life be so dull? Love isn't something one can control, and I can't explain that to him.
The ineffectual and moronic 'mortal lover' among demons. He spits in Goetia's face with his feelings of lust and desire, and I am merely left.. baffled why he has continued to run around so liberally, for so so long.
Talks.. a lot...
O' dutiful assistant and captivating golem of gem! He's painfully innocent, and not at all assertive. He will dutifully do any task given to him, and will prove he is far more resilient than any mere rock! Why, under the close examination of my numerous instruments, I have determined that his anatomical composition is composed almost entirely of calcium, on the outside, and carbon on the inside. With this, I have carved a small sliver off and determined his hardness is impeccable. While he may be strong to blunt force strikes, he is.. (...)
So bright.. so much glimmering potential.. Laplace.. is tragically unaware of his own ability.. I wish I could smother him in the attention he desires.. but my place is here, nearest to Yggdrasil..
Satan? I've never had a chance to speak with him one on one. He's barely present, and as soon as he isn't needed anymore, he wastes no time in vanishing into nowhere. Who is he?
Laplace knows so much about Goetia's plans! Of course I have to stick my nose into it. He's insecure, and unsure of his worth, so if I just keep buttering him up he'll spill everything to me sooner or later.
The traitor demon seems to be awfully chummy with me, when he speaks to the other's he's always so.. bitter, meanspirited, and catty. But when it's me, he flips a switch, and becomes all flattery and praise.. Does he want something from me?
Satan is ancient, he's spent millennia serving Goetia, and rules the deepest circle, yet he's such.. a recluse. He does not answer Goetia's summons unless he is specifically called for, and when he arrives.. his heart bears heavy burden, and for what?
Iblis.. is so naïve.. He truly believes in everything our master tells him.. and he obeys happily.. I wish I still had that same innocence.. to work the work I do, one must give up every.. ounce of hope in their body.. otherwise, you'll be crushed under its weight.
Eugh. The man loving demon, how could anyone stand to be around him? What sort of appeal would a mortal have to a being of higher existence like us? Mortals are weak, easy to crush and deceive, if they're not tricked by a demon in exchange for their soul, then they're tricked by a god for the same purpose. Peh. Pathetic.
Ahh.. he's so blinded by opportunity, that he fails to understand there are finer things in this sad life we live.. Humans may be weak, as he puts it.. but they're also beautiful, gentle, salvageable.. If I wasn't doing what I do, then every mortal soul would be eaten up by Goetia's plague.. and it would spell disaster..
Laplace is a logic demon, a scientist, mathematician, a engineer.. he constructs both with metal, and with mana. He trades knowledge for power, and will give knowledge back out in exchange for one's soul. He seems to greatly bore many of the arch-demons, I don't mind his ramblings, rather.. His methods are just so dull.
Iblis is.. A lapdog, in the kindest way possible. He always undermines my important work to elaborate on how he will potentially make it a reality.. I don't think Goetia sees through this either! The work I put in.. just to be regarded as a joke! It's.. infuriating.
The dark-blooded dragon who once resided in Cretuvos, until my generous donation of dark magic allowed him to take to the skies once again. He now lingers nearby, perhaps mocking me, perhaps earnest. Regardless, he hides himself as a man, and stands obediently at my side.
I can hear Goetia cursing at me from the inner realm as I severed my unwanted bond to him, yet I feel some strange pang of pain in my body, what is it?
Oh.. never mind that, I have much more important matters to attend to.. Such as..
King Versailles bestowed upon me a gift that granted me my full power to return, and for that I will be ever grateful. I came to him in the dead of night, hearing his thoughts as he held my still warm scale in his hands, a gift I had given him for helping me. Now.. I serve him in disguise, his newest knight.. and his secret weapon. I'm eager to see what he wants to do with me..
Unknown.. But as I stare upon her half frozen.. corpse like body.. My heart swells with unknown feelings.. Is this sorrow..? I don't know who she is, but she looks upon me as though she had been searching for a thousand years.. Why do I desire to call her family?..
The dragon boy.. who wandered upon my vessel.. and was taken out to the expansive sea.. He shakes with terror as he shouts at me.. How are you so brave, mortal one? So frail and yet.. so alive, I envy your beating heart as opposed to this frozen cage that surrounds my still one.
Lord Azmodius Yui graciously accepted my humble request to study and analyze the entirety of Shadouin, which obviously, is no small task for one man and his single companion, no matter how brilliant or incredible I might be. So, to ease my burden, and to satisfy my gracious sponsors for such a hefty travel expense, I sought to obtain information from the king firsthand! Lo and behold, he fancies me rather greatly, and eagerly tells me whatever I settle upon asking. As such King Yui has proved to be the most generous lord I have ever had the pleasure of un-officially serving under and I shall.. (...)
The ice to parallel my fire, a woman of the same brood of myself, undead, fierce, deadly. Yet.. She seems to be sourly uninterested in me, beyond combat. I'll be sure to change this fact soon.
Mammon is the ruler of death, so to speak. He reaps mortal souls and tends to them, and until recently he was.. very indifferent to the state of mortals, until the gossip of the city of life reached his isolated ears, and he went to investigate himself.
Being such a valuable demon.. I cannot help but wonder what keeps drawing him back, to that glimmering city in Cretuvos.
Now Mammon is a man I respect, he's powerful, cunning, yet.. quiet. Slow.. He takes his time, he keeps his secrets.. most importantly, he has Goetia's full and utter trust.. until recently. There seems to be some sort of rift forming between them, but over what?
I believe Mammon overtly despises me, though I'm not particularly aware of as to why. I never got in his way or spited him personally, though perhaps my reputation far outreaches my actual character.
Though, I am acutely aware of how valuable Mammon is to Goetia's.. reign.
Mammon is the demon of death, so we frequently must speak to one another to get accurate information on both sides, yes, Mammon, I made sure this was the four thousandth soul deposited into your well today, no I do not desire to help you recount them again.
Mammon is the lord of death, and reaping. He was once indifferent to mortals, but has now met one who makes his icy heart sing, and so he calls upon me for help in securing him this small token of happiness, in the sea of sorrow that surrounds him.
Mammon stirs whenever my presence is near.. he writhes in his own skin.. he must know I am an unholy abomination… that I must be struck down and removed from this world.
Mammon appears just beyond the stained glass fences of the church, and spoke to me as I tended to the garden, as time passed, he spent time with me, we even enjoyed the ascension of our saint together!.. Mammon is the kindest man I know.. that didn't change when I learned he was a demon.