Oh, extraordinarily so. But my previous master also had an entirely different set of circumstances for us to meet in the first place. To give you the short version, he accidentally summoned me under extreme duress… Making a deal with a devil was more a matter of survival at the time than much of an actual desire for my service. I will also admit, I think his terms were rather shrewd, that said.
[ There’s a very light note of something like admiration at the last part, though it comes from a place that would be hard to predict. He can’t help but feel some sense of intrigued admiration when his masters are clever enough to know that words aren’t taken lightly by his ilk, after all. He appreciates cleverness deeply, even if it’s technically more troublesome for him. It simply makes things more interesting.
Though, to Silco’s question, he laughs softly and shakes his head. ]
I cannot. I find it to be better for both of us when my masters consider me a partner or a servant, since it improves our working relationship… But I am a slave, really. I can demand nothing of my master, only request. There is a reason that few demons choose to offer Covenants, relative to how many of us there are. Most find the idea of bowing their head so to a human detestable.
[ Sebastian cants his head lightly, since he knows that feels like a deceptively simple answer or that it doesn’t make sense for something as powerful as a demon to willingly enslave themselves. He is odd for it, even amongst his kind. But— ]
That is simply the evaluated price of a soul. It is not like stories you may have heard where I may drag it down to Hell to be tormented for all eternity. I consume it. My masters forsake whatever judgement day may have awaited their immortal soul. They simply disappear. That price is not one that I set, yet even in a world far away from where that rule was set, I am still bound by such a valuation.
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[ There’s a very light note of something like admiration at the last part, though it comes from a place that would be hard to predict. He can’t help but feel some sense of intrigued admiration when his masters are clever enough to know that words aren’t taken lightly by his ilk, after all. He appreciates cleverness deeply, even if it’s technically more troublesome for him. It simply makes things more interesting.
Though, to Silco’s question, he laughs softly and shakes his head. ]
I cannot. I find it to be better for both of us when my masters consider me a partner or a servant, since it improves our working relationship… But I am a slave, really. I can demand nothing of my master, only request. There is a reason that few demons choose to offer Covenants, relative to how many of us there are. Most find the idea of bowing their head so to a human detestable.
[ Sebastian cants his head lightly, since he knows that feels like a deceptively simple answer or that it doesn’t make sense for something as powerful as a demon to willingly enslave themselves. He is odd for it, even amongst his kind. But— ]
That is simply the evaluated price of a soul. It is not like stories you may have heard where I may drag it down to Hell to be tormented for all eternity. I consume it. My masters forsake whatever judgement day may have awaited their immortal soul. They simply disappear. That price is not one that I set, yet even in a world far away from where that rule was set, I am still bound by such a valuation.