[ Amongst demons, Paimon is one of the most powerful of his world, on the top rungs of hierarchy, but here... he seems almost like a child, the way he watches Lucifer when he moves away to walk around the room. There's something longing, as though he wants to follow him around, but Paimon stays where he is, after slowly getting back to his feet. His body follows the man, though, turning to watch him. His eyes never leave Lucifer.
And now he looks like Sam, only in clean white clothing. Paimon's eyes widen in a sort of awe; it....... looks like Sam, but it's Lucifer. Is this how it's supposed to be for him and Peter? The body that's supposed to be his.... someday.... will he be able to own it the way Lucifer owns Sam's in this dreamscape? ]
Yes.... yes. The people told me. They told me that Peter was chosen for me. [ There's an excitement bubbling up in him because Lucifer understands, his eyes flashing with gold for a moment, his real essence able to shine through in this place. ]
What work were you doing? Was I.... supposed to be doing work, too? [ Paimon's mouth stays open, the gears in his mind shifting. He... doesn't understand why he was summoned to Earth the way he was. Why he was torn from host to host until he was placed into the boy. The particular ritual required for the possession was..... long-lasting and strenuous; it had essentially taken.... years to complete. And it did its damages to him. He's too many identities, too much. He's been mutilated by the failed and temporary possessions, but.... perhaps it was all for some greater purpose...? ]
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And now he looks like Sam, only in clean white clothing. Paimon's eyes widen in a sort of awe; it....... looks like Sam, but it's Lucifer. Is this how it's supposed to be for him and Peter? The body that's supposed to be his.... someday.... will he be able to own it the way Lucifer owns Sam's in this dreamscape? ]
Yes.... yes. The people told me. They told me that Peter was chosen for me. [ There's an excitement bubbling up in him because Lucifer understands, his eyes flashing with gold for a moment, his real essence able to shine through in this place. ]
What work were you doing? Was I.... supposed to be doing work, too? [ Paimon's mouth stays open, the gears in his mind shifting. He... doesn't understand why he was summoned to Earth the way he was. Why he was torn from host to host until he was placed into the boy. The particular ritual required for the possession was..... long-lasting and strenuous; it had essentially taken.... years to complete. And it did its damages to him. He's too many identities, too much. He's been mutilated by the failed and temporary possessions, but.... perhaps it was all for some greater purpose...? ]