[ There are still so many questions in him; he's weirdly overwhelmed by them. Unable to think too much, only staring at the other... demon....? No. No, his master is not a demon. Somewhere deep within him, Paimon knows this even if he can't quite understand what it is. But he know his master is something more, something greater.... something still great, even if it has fallen. And once, Paimon too was an angel, though this is something he has absolutely no memory or knowledge of, anymore.
The overwhelmed feeling buzzes like too many insects in his mind, and Paimon stares in a way that seems gaping. Cleansing the earth....from the filth of humans? As Lucifer moves closer, Paimon has to look up to meet his eyes. His own vessel is tall, too-tall some days; sometimes he's still not used to the abrupt transition from a smaller body to this lengthy one. But his master's vessel is even taller than that, even bigger. Such a grand vessel for such a grand presence. He's not the wounded, shaking thing that was Sam, and Paimon can now see how capable, how handsome, how strong he is.
The hand at his shoulder is gentle and Paimon's eyes swell with a fresh wave of wet. He's been searching for his master for so long, hanging onto the concept that Lucifer will know how to help him and what to do, and now that he's here.... it is over-stimulating to the broken demon. He breathes in a shaking, wet sound, his tongue giving strange movements against it, strange noises. He sounds like something caught between life and death. (....He's happy. It's a happy sound, even if it sounds..... horrifying. But Lucifer's giving him work, purpose.)
Except.......... Blood? Sacrifice? He's well-familiar with those things; October had him engaging quite willingly in them. But.... he was being affected by the town, then. While there's a capability for such violence in him, on an ordinary day, Paimon does not wish to harm others. He has in fact, been helping others, slowly. ]
Cleanse this place..... with blood. [ He can understand the concept, but it's clear that there's a flicker of confusion in him, his eyes lowering for a moment. He'd follow "his master" through anything, but Paimon's been shaped by so many hands and while the pause isn't doubt of Lucifer's words, it's simply that he...... feels so lost. ]
Whose blood? Which..... people in this place must be sacrificed, Master?
[ .....Notice he isn't questioning that people must, in fact, be sacrificed....... But is it... everyone? Specific people? There's something flickering in him, some discomfort. There are people here he.... is fond of. Attached to. ]
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The overwhelmed feeling buzzes like too many insects in his mind, and Paimon stares in a way that seems gaping. Cleansing the earth....from the filth of humans? As Lucifer moves closer, Paimon has to look up to meet his eyes. His own vessel is tall, too-tall some days; sometimes he's still not used to the abrupt transition from a smaller body to this lengthy one. But his master's vessel is even taller than that, even bigger. Such a grand vessel for such a grand presence. He's not the wounded, shaking thing that was Sam, and Paimon can now see how capable, how handsome, how strong he is.
The hand at his shoulder is gentle and Paimon's eyes swell with a fresh wave of wet. He's been searching for his master for so long, hanging onto the concept that Lucifer will know how to help him and what to do, and now that he's here.... it is over-stimulating to the broken demon. He breathes in a shaking, wet sound, his tongue giving strange movements against it, strange noises. He sounds like something caught between life and death. (....He's happy. It's a happy sound, even if it sounds..... horrifying. But Lucifer's giving him work, purpose.)
Except.......... Blood? Sacrifice? He's well-familiar with those things; October had him engaging quite willingly in them. But.... he was being affected by the town, then. While there's a capability for such violence in him, on an ordinary day, Paimon does not wish to harm others. He has in fact, been helping others, slowly. ]
Cleanse this place..... with blood. [ He can understand the concept, but it's clear that there's a flicker of confusion in him, his eyes lowering for a moment. He'd follow "his master" through anything, but Paimon's been shaped by so many hands and while the pause isn't doubt of Lucifer's words, it's simply that he...... feels so lost. ]
Whose blood? Which..... people in this place must be sacrificed, Master?
[ .....Notice he isn't questioning that people must, in fact, be sacrificed....... But is it... everyone? Specific people? There's something flickering in him, some discomfort. There are people here he.... is fond of. Attached to. ]