Arms lay flat at his sides and all those pointed sharp quills stand on full end with his fists clenched into tightly balled fists. The features of his minimalist face, once briefly contorted in frustration ease, and the snap of his fingers has another lifeless husk of a man preparing him another goblet to replace the spilled and lost one. “This was to be a punishment.” He thinks aloud, eyes drifting to the casino floor visible through his office’s one way mirror– “I have worked hard to build it into something that would work more in my favor than my foolish father’s. The souls that come here, belong to me– And I will not have you come here, implying I do nothing.” An accusatory finger, claw and all, is pointed at the smaller demon, before the arm falls back to his side. “What is it you want, truly? Not just here and now, but in the scheme of things, hm? Power, status, freedom from the shackles of Hell’s servitude? What is it?”
This was one of the few times the Demon should have kept his mouth shut and head down. If he did so, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation that made the hair on his back of his neck stand on it’s ends, but then again he always was a slow learner. In truth keeping his head down should have been easy, but Ky always somehow managed to let his curiosity … even if he knew it wasn’t the best choice of actions.
Still, the question that was posed presented quite a rare opportunity. More importantly, he knew that he needed to give a (half-way) decent answer, and for that very reason he hesitated. Not much, but just enough to where it showed through. “Status, ” no, he would never be free – maybe at one point he had the choice, but not now. Not when he lacked the ability to make a decision he could stick to. “Among other things.”
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