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vorbo from my bl comic ([personal profile] affal) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs 2023-06-15 07:54 am (UTC)

( makoto merely replies with an artfully arched brow and a smile which hooks faintly in the corners of his mouth. diplomatically, he decides not to reply.

because he knows full well that set had spoken specifically of the hearts which lie within Zenith, of those who comprised Meridian. but... who knows. perhaps the distinction is hard for him to make. though he has consorted extensively with demons and monsters, set is the first god he has ever made the acquaintance of; knowing how much his mind had shifted and changed to grow accustomed to the perspective of a demon beyond the limits of mortality (and morality), he can scarcely imagine how much more staggering the viewpoint of an entity which looked down upon the expanse of creation as if it were a board festooned with playthings.

though perhaps it's best he doesn't imagine it. we've already gone over makoto's inherent distaste for the divine; that he warms up to set now, and might continue to do so later, is merely a deviation from the norm.

any such contradiction he might sense within the god is something that he would do so with a sort of wistful comfort and familiarity; it's something that he, in his divinity, shares with demons, as unbound as they were to hate with the freedom of love and love with the viciousness of hate — as wont as they were to express their feelings of compassion by putting abrasions on the hearts they were most devoted to, as honestly and brazenly as they approached the darkest sides of love and lust, sating desires of control, of possession, of consumption, all with a wild and reckless abandon that had shocked makoto to his core when he had been fresh to Hell and still so shockingly "human."

he finds himself curious to see where the boundaries of similarities might range to, and where they might differ starkly. )


I am glad, then, to have met someone with so like a mind as mine.

( perhaps set might sense it on the rising, converging tides of their Communion; they are both equipped with considerable appetite for ambition, though makoto's is far more conditional than set's. he has never been naturally predisposed towards the ravenous consumption of information — he has only ever searched it out when it was a means to an end. as a human teenager he had hid books on anatomy, cannibals, and serial killers in his room, collecting the corpses of roadkill beneath his parents' noses so he could attempt to satisfy his own morbid fascinations in whatever harmless way he could find. in Hell, he had set himself to learning all he could about its structure, its laws, and its hierarchy; he had dove wildly into the fetid underbelly of its slums in order to scrape together whatever information he could find on J's past. to a creature such as him, with no natural gifts or weapons of his own, he had to find his own. he had found them in knowledge, in secrets, in manipulation, in seduction.

he finds an odd sort of kinship that set, a god who by his very right as the divine has been invested with everything that makoto has been denied throughout each of his lives. it's one that, despite its fledgling feeling of fondness... it still curdles with a sense of roiling and indignant anger beneath the surface.

it makes him think about how sweet it would be to best a god at these games which they surprisingly take to playing together. )


You have given me much to think about, Set... and I am grateful for your perspective and insight. Regardless of which of these paths ahead I will choose to walk, you will have influenced my decision.

( said, ironically, before he ends up corrupted, but... c'est la vie. )

Likewise. Until next we meet, then. ( and, as best as one can in a relatively confined space, he will part ways from him there. )

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