[ The playful cheer softens to a more neutral, enigmatic smile because the answers to both of those questions are unhappy ones. It’s not something he feels any particular unhappiness towards, of course (the opposite, really), but it is more serious. He knows to treat it as such. ]
Wishful thinking, in a way. My kind is thought to be more allegory than reality, as we are a foil in many of the religions of the world. If the divine is all that is good in the world, then we are all that is wicked. And while this is how most of the world knows us, there are some truths and magic that have survived through the ages. It is still more usually a curiosity than something taken seriously, but there are always people who are drawn in by darkness. Most just use our existence as worship more to the allegory, and it is a practice that allows them escape from a dull reality to drown themselves in dark, sinful pleasures. But some take it seriously. They hope that by following ancient texts whose words they no longer understand that the devil himself will appear and grant them all their worldly desires.
[ The way he talks through this is detached and indifferent, but it’s like someone just giving a well-delivered lecture. More than the rest of their conversation, there’s an aspect to just how he speaks that’s more naturally captivating as he uses his intonation with intention. ]
But my kind cannot come to the human realm whenever we please. A human must make a sacrifice under the correct conditions, and only then are we permitted to make the crossing.
[ He pauses here, though this one is less for effect. It has not come up often, but each time, he does always wonder just how much of the story to tell. There’s a beautiful tragedy to the full thing, but… He decides to be vaguer. ]
My little master was supposed to be that sacrifice. A poor, innocent lamb to be slaughtered by a gathering of devil worshippers. But as they slaughtered his brother first, it was his rage and despair that called me forth.
[ Sebastian breathes out a thoughtful noise, though it’s neutral in its tone. ]
It is the first time I was ever summoned by accident, I will admit.
no subject
[ The playful cheer softens to a more neutral, enigmatic smile because the answers to both of those questions are unhappy ones. It’s not something he feels any particular unhappiness towards, of course (the opposite, really), but it is more serious. He knows to treat it as such. ]
Wishful thinking, in a way. My kind is thought to be more allegory than reality, as we are a foil in many of the religions of the world. If the divine is all that is good in the world, then we are all that is wicked. And while this is how most of the world knows us, there are some truths and magic that have survived through the ages. It is still more usually a curiosity than something taken seriously, but there are always people who are drawn in by darkness. Most just use our existence as worship more to the allegory, and it is a practice that allows them escape from a dull reality to drown themselves in dark, sinful pleasures. But some take it seriously. They hope that by following ancient texts whose words they no longer understand that the devil himself will appear and grant them all their worldly desires.
[ The way he talks through this is detached and indifferent, but it’s like someone just giving a well-delivered lecture. More than the rest of their conversation, there’s an aspect to just how he speaks that’s more naturally captivating as he uses his intonation with intention. ]
But my kind cannot come to the human realm whenever we please. A human must make a sacrifice under the correct conditions, and only then are we permitted to make the crossing.
[ He pauses here, though this one is less for effect. It has not come up often, but each time, he does always wonder just how much of the story to tell. There’s a beautiful tragedy to the full thing, but… He decides to be vaguer. ]
My little master was supposed to be that sacrifice. A poor, innocent lamb to be slaughtered by a gathering of devil worshippers. But as they slaughtered his brother first, it was his rage and despair that called me forth.
[ Sebastian breathes out a thoughtful noise, though it’s neutral in its tone. ]
It is the first time I was ever summoned by accident, I will admit.