[ The man moves closer, and Paimon doesn't flinch away. He isn't like Peter, afraid of strangers. There's something magnetic about those people lurking in shadow and smiling from the corners that had kept the demon king fixated even when he was in Charlie and couldn't understand. Something about people knowing him..... waiting for him.
The man reaches out to place those cold hands against his face in the manner the demon king associates with... comfort. His eyes widen up further, his mouth tipping open just a bit. A soft sound barely slips from his throat, one of those odd little cluck noises.
'How could I forget the essence of one of my most gracious and loyal followers?'
......It....... couldn't be. But then those shadow-things emerge from behind the man, sprawling out dark and glorious and Paimon's throat makes another noise, a ragged gasp sound, like something struggling to remember how breathing works. The man says his name, and Paimon trembles softly under his hands. ]
......Master?
[ It's one of those facts he's clung onto, something his spirit knows but he can't quite..... feel the shape of anymore. He knows his master is Lucifer, but he's forgotten what he looks like, what his energy feels like. He's forgotten, but......is this truly him? ]
Iβ [ The body he still doesn't quite own the way he was supposed to suddenly crumples, and Paimon's moving towards the floor, head spinning, overwhelmed. His chest flutters quickly, in and out and in and out like a mouse. ] I do not understand. You areβ here? You areβ Master?
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The man reaches out to place those cold hands against his face in the manner the demon king associates with... comfort. His eyes widen up further, his mouth tipping open just a bit. A soft sound barely slips from his throat, one of those odd little cluck noises.
'How could I forget the essence of one of my most gracious and loyal followers?'
......It....... couldn't be. But then those shadow-things emerge from behind the man, sprawling out dark and glorious and Paimon's throat makes another noise, a ragged gasp sound, like something struggling to remember how breathing works. The man says his name, and Paimon trembles softly under his hands. ]
......Master?
[ It's one of those facts he's clung onto, something his spirit knows but he can't quite..... feel the shape of anymore. He knows his master is Lucifer, but he's forgotten what he looks like, what his energy feels like. He's forgotten, but......is this truly him? ]
Iβ [ The body he still doesn't quite own the way he was supposed to suddenly crumples, and Paimon's moving towards the floor, head spinning, overwhelmed. His chest flutters quickly, in and out and in and out like a mouse. ] I do not understand. You areβ here? You areβ Master?