She watched the child-raven fly off and hoped he would find a friend his own age that he could get along with. Turning back to the demon she said, "Look there are a lot of demon who are just like you in that way and I don't find that boring at all. I've listened to more stories of demon then anyone, well except perhaps Saeten, but the one thing they've all realized is that it's easier to talk then it is to brood." It was the truth. It was easier to talk. "I've had the smae problem. I use to waste my immortal life away by wandering around but then I talked with someone and it made it alot easier to deal with."
Tilting his head to the side a bit, he breathed out a heavy sigh, eyeing the other carefully... "Is that so..." Well... first of all, he hated to admit he was now considered a 'demon.' It never really bothered him at first... At first, he was never discriminated from the rest, excluding the point where he could be discriminated from the rest by being an immortal... but that was besides the point. He was considered the evil immortal. The one that went flat out on his face. The Fallen Angel. Many hated him for 'siding' with the shadow gods from his world, others just found that he was the unlucky sheep that just happened to be chosen by higher calibers to do their dirty work for them. He had to admit... he was a little bit of both... He supposed... "... I guess... I guess that's true..." he said with a shrug... and also a bit hesitantly. His crimson and sapphire optics clouded a bit as he lowered his head, "I've probably kept myself so long in isolation... and hopeless wishing and hoping... That's how I wasted most of my immortal life living on the ties of time." Heaving in a deep breath, he went on, "It was nigh impossible for me to find someone that would listen to me... without them running away... cursing me... or not even caring. The one person that could... she's gone. Long gone."
Tilting his head to the side a bit, he breathed out a heavy sigh, eyeing the other carefully... "Is that so..." Well... first of all, he hated to admit he was now considered a 'demon.' It never really bothered him at first... At first, he was never discriminated from the rest, excluding the point where he could be discriminated from the rest by being an immortal... but that was besides the point. He was considered the evil immortal. The one that went flat out on his face. The Fallen Angel. Many hated him for 'siding' with the shadow gods from his world, others just found that he was the unlucky sheep that just happened to be chosen by higher calibers to do their dirty work for them. He had to admit... he was a little bit of both... He supposed... "... I guess... I guess that's true..." he said with a shrug... and also a bit hesitantly. His crimson and sapphire optics clouded a bit as he lowered his head, "I've probably kept myself so long in isolation... and hopeless wishing and hoping... That's how I wasted most of my immortal life living on the ties of time." Heaving in a deep breath, he went on, "It was nigh impossible for me to find someone that would listen to me... without them running away... cursing me... or not even caring. The one person that could... she's gone. Long gone."
She looked at him. "You know, it might be hard to believe but I know exactly what you mean. When I first became a demon I had a hard time with it to. I to found someone to talk to but luckily for me he's still around. Though he's not a lover or anything, more like a father. I can tell by your voice that this one was dear to you. Am I right?"
The young demon shifted around a bit uneasily... "Perchance..." he started off, shaking his head a bit as he spoke his shaken words... "I went on for days and nights... all of which were sleepless. Many times did I try to find a way to forge her back to life, but all of these attempts were with no avail..." He breathed out a heavy sigh, eyeing the other... His gaze was no longer as hard as it used to be, but it words showed strain. It was as if he had difficulty speaking about it. Though it was true. It was on rare occasion that he spoke about this to anyone... and so he never liked it. What was there to like? Like scars that have burnt deep into his skin, they were a burden. The feeling was a burden.
She could tell that this was dificult to talk about and she didn't want to pry because she didn't want him to think that she was like a counsler or soemthing. Yet curiousity was starting to overcome her. "Ok so you don't want to talk. I guess that's ok," she was not going to give into her curiousity just yet.
The young demon fell silent, listening closely to what the other was saying to him. There were times when he wished not to speak of his 'tragic' past. His stupid past to be sincere. Or rather.... he was the stupid one that started it all. The ignorant child that stupidly went forth... a gulible child... naive. An idiot. Shaking his head, he stared down upon the darkened ground... Both his sapphire and crimson eyes darkened themselves... all emotion slipping away for that solitary moment. As he inhaled, he felt his own chill running up his spine. The next second, he found himself cracking up in laughter... "If I had a dollar for how many times I've told my forsaken story, I'd be damn well rich..." Even though he was joking around, there was no amusement in his tone or his laughter. In fact it seemed flat... dark rather... like the caw of a raven...
She looked at him for a long time. There was so much that she wanted to know about this guy. So many questions, although most of that came from her own darn curiousity. Why does the moon rise? She remembered asking her parents so long ago... She might have asked him anything at the moment but his "amusment" stopped her. She looked away and said, "why don't you charge then?" her voice was completly flat just as his was only no attempt of humor.
He took a moment, staring at the other with his darkened gaze... Surely... it would sound like a good idea, but maybe he had thought of such things quite the while back... and decided against it, knowing who he was... "If I did that, surely no one would be interested in a two-bit story such as my own." His crimson and sapphire optics blazed as his words slipped away... His words did a grand job masking his 'story'.
She looked at him very carefully. "You really should go to Hell and meet some of the demons there. It might convince that being stuck up is just a little stupid." She had a whole lot of attitude in her voice but she was mad at this guy. How could he be so dang stuck up. Look it's getting early and I have some stuff to do, like getting fresh blood, and then I have to go back to Hell because the daylight is truly draining for me. You can come or you can stay here and sulk.
Quite a bit taken aback by this, the young demon snorted at the other, his eyes dark and unwanting. So this girl thinks up stuck up, eh? Well, that was new. He's heard himself been called lots of things. Retarded for one. Stupid... many times. Decisive he just happened to be every now and then. Not his fault though, but he supposed he rather have a person figure out their problems on their own instead of him telling them their own misfortunes... and so the demon began to rant again. Rambling on and on... about how stupid he was. Sighing briefly, not taking his eyes off the other, he grunted, "Take me there, if you really think I need the experience. Although... I myself think that this trip is absolutely pointless." He was very close to keeping off his 'smart' side, but he couldn't help but make stupid remarks. It was what he did best. He supposed he enjoyed watching people squirm.
"Wow you sure don't tire of ever hearing your self speak even if you are telling yourself off. It's kinda stupid you know." She looked at him and then looked away. SHe needed fresh blood. That was the whole point of this little trip to Earth. "Look I'm really hungry and I don't intend on having you keep me from getting some blood. I don't need to "drink" anyone, I just need to get a little blood from someone. If your gonna come you'd better not get in my way it's been a long time since I've had fresh blood, then we'll go to Hell. Literally."