[Such a strange little being in this room. A very big, very little being. Lucifer steps closer, his posture relaxed, friendly even. Because this aura is so very familiar... reminds him of someone he'd had under his thumb, so very long ago. In fact, it clicks in the moment, looking into watery eyes on a shy expression. So obedient; he'd always admired his most loyal, like Yellow Eyes, like Meg (even if the two were just demons; one can have exceptions, can't they?)]
... Of course I'm here for you. [Without a moment of hesitation, he reaches out, moving to grasp the boy's face in two cool hands.] How could I forget the essence of one of my most gracious and loyal followers?
[And as if a reminder, the room cools — and then, like an inverted shadow, bright shapes like wings grow out from behind him, so large that they crawl across all the walls of the room. The man seems pleased, and smiles.]
A King of Hell, commander of 200 legions.
[A being Lucifer had, long ago, twisted to suit his purposes.
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... Of course I'm here for you. [Without a moment of hesitation, he reaches out, moving to grasp the boy's face in two cool hands.] How could I forget the essence of one of my most gracious and loyal followers?
[And as if a reminder, the room cools — and then, like an inverted shadow, bright shapes like wings grow out from behind him, so large that they crawl across all the walls of the room. The man seems pleased, and smiles.]
A King of Hell, commander of 200 legions.
[A being Lucifer had, long ago, twisted to suit his purposes.
Ah, yes. He remembers now.]
Paimon.