Demon of Flame

“Though, if a prince has people to rule over then no matter where he is, he can be a prince.” The royal in red chuckled a bit, lightly tapping gloved fingers to his chin. Despite what he had said, he actually needed these people to rule over. His brow furrowed at this thought, wondering if such a thing were possible here. It almost seemed a moot point to call himself a prince, but he’d rather suffer a curse than have such a situation thrust upon him. He almost shuddered at the mere thought but managed to contain himself. 

The prince gave a long look around the village of Strength, sapphire eyes drawing in the sights of the huts, the scenery — everything was so different. Shaytan was right that here in Arcadios, nothing from their previous worlds mattered at all. Even if his brother was here and that well dweller, it did not mean he was home just from familiar faces being around him. Such a melancholy mood swept the prince then, a heaving sigh parting those royal lips.

However —

"Are you still a Prince? Are the people you rule over, here?" Continuing, he closed his eyes as the words just left from his lips. It was still a wonder that the way he spoke and disregarded how rude he may sound to people that he wasn't mocking. It was only the simple truth of a statement that needed to be answered.

It was rather endearing to await what replies he could give, it seems there was no way the male will folly such a title he has had for so long. Shaytan wouldn't blame him for no one who lived the life and knew of the luxury would give up that easily, that would make the one opposing the fact an idiot in some way.

Hearing the ideals about a deceased person in which rest their souls, Shaytan gave a small heave of a sigh. If Tettere had met Thanatos-- he would understand how much of a lie those words were.

"With what? Words or a weapon? What is the better choice?"

Life and death. They were back on that topic again. “I’ll give you my life if you submit to me, Shay.”

The silence on his end made her wonder about what exactly had happened, but she doesn’t pry.

Instead, she thinks on his next words. “I can understand what you mean. Maybe she is just pulling us along and using us.” The spoken thoughts bring some irritation to Lina’s voice, as she doesn’t like to be used in any sort of way. She was never one to really pay heed to the Gods and Goddesses of her own world, why start now? “Dragging us away from the end of our worlds seems a bit much, doesn’t it?” Especially since she’s been considered one of the few people who can ‘cut through fate’. She’s saved her world plenty of times.

"Yes, she's only using us for her enjoyment but what can we do about it? She was the one who saved us and placed everyone in her domain. She could also be the reason why we speak the way we do. We hardly know anything about this world and she could be the Puppet Master behind us all." He enjoyed thinking this way, gave him more ways to sink in the mind of other inhabitants and figure out how they felt about a few things. He held no rule over their train of thought but the reactions usually given were something he would never pass up.

Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)

Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)

” No one will listen! Not a man, woman, or child will listen to their pleas or even care. So many wonder why cruelty and pain exist in the world and why their silly gods and goddesses do nothing to stop it. Isn’t it said in that laughable book that man is created in their god’s image? That is why humans, and for that matter, all forms of intelligent life are pitiful! Deceitful, lying creatures spread pain because they are created in the image of an even greater monster! “

A sole truth, realized after many years of experience; Jack witnessed a variety of events, from the fall of primitive civilization to the beginning of the modern world. Soulless eyes had seen it all, over and over again, though he had to remark that present day society held a vast difference compared to the ways of old. Men and women of old worked for everything they were given unless birthed into royalty or a higher caste. In the earlier days, humans were forced to work for what they wanted, whether they believed they were entitled to it or not.

Modern society was not as advanced as they loved to think. Their technology had advanced far beyond what those in the olden times thought could ever exist, but the structure remained the same. People born into different castes, renamed to fit a politically correct time: lower class, middle class, upper class. Corruption still seeded throughout those with power, clouding their judgment, leading them to make foolish mistakes to keep what power and wealth they had. Jack witnessed it all, noting with a mocking smile that it was true for every human being, regardless of color and origin.

At least, in the old days, they stabbed each other in the back without pretending to do good for the human race!

Arrogance even sowed itself among those who didn’t belong to the human race. Sickening, garbage, all of them! None of them were any better than the humans they claimed to have superiority over, making them, arguably, worse than the others. The entity standing before him happened to be a rare example, leading Jack to actually try conversing.

” A lesson? Oh-ho, yes, I think a lesson will be adequate. How about teaching her that her title as a Goddess doesn’t mean she can do as she pleases? Hah, hahahahah! Won’t that be one hell of a show? “

This male was sure a different sport of character and as much as Shaytan didn't want to judge anymore than he already was doing, he couldn't help but believe maybe in his own world; he reigned supreme. This was why he felt so in power and knew what he was speaking about was correct as it could get. The Demon didn't wave his hand dismissing the words because he too believed this. It was sad that the lives of humans have been degraded to this, looking up to a deity that would make excuses so the act of helping was in vain.

It was their laws or guidelines which stopped them, it seemed that when one sits in the 'glory chair' a book of rules is set alongside them. Interesting, the things they could see to back out of the most important problems, even making people look up to them knowing that the prayers would never reach.

It was tactless even.

Even Sophia had an excuse of why she couldn't do anything, something along the lines of someone who went against her rule and that she was a tree, a tree that held the many destroyed universes in her branches. All the tears shed at her sacred ground from all the new residents who wanted her guidance, pleading for answers and all she was able to give was the rustle of leaves.

"Eternity." He didn't doubt his advantage into have time on his side, that was one thing that only graced a few and never many. "You do know she will mock by challenging you in this eternity you speak of. As much as you disobey her laws, many others will do whatever she asks. She won't need to look at you since she will look at others. Goddesses and Gods are quite rude overlooking people they save."

Shaytan himself was classified as the Devil in his own home of Iberia, a deity that people looked down upon for the negative actions that he took. To think was he too no good than the rest? But then, all their words were nothing but mockery.

“Don’t move! You promised!” If it meant to make the professor happy, she was willing to be played by ‘Fate’.

His wings were already tattered enough, who knows if he'd be able to fly if she continued to try and hit them. With every swing the Demon made sure to dodge and keep his wings close to his body that he could. The way she was determined didn't frighten him none since there were other ways to be eternally bonded but by that item and to be researched as some lab rat.. He would rather not.

Waiting for her to come closer with the spiked bat, a small smile crossed his face. "Blanco, have you heard of my story?" He might as well amuse her just to catch her off guard, humans did love stories didn't they? Well Hiver sure did but he was only a spirit between life and death so there wasn't much he could enjoy. The simple phrases from a book should be okay.

And judgement was still somewhat arbitrary, even amongst the so called angels. Or so Dlanor believed. Those pitiful witches; she had been granted the right to execute them by her superiors in the Great Court. And yet, perhaps due to her child-like nature, she didn’t understand why some of them had to be stripped off that which allowed them to remain what they wished or believed themselves to be. As her good friend might’ve stated, sometimes the heart was ignored; and despite everything, she could only disguise and push aside her emotions, not kill them.

Thus, she had always managed to overcome situations that would leave others at a loss. The will of those above her came before her own ideals, as she had proved several times. Shaytan’s interest in her home world brought a bout of nostalgia, but also reassurance; she wouldn’t feel quite as lonely if someone else had a vague understanding of the mechanics she was most familiar with, just as she’d feel less detached if he was willing to explain about his own.

It wasn't an everyday thing to hear interest into his own home, nor was it something to speak about. The nod he gave agreed to exchange words from his own place, "As much interest your home gives me, I doubt that mine will do the same." All the corruption it held and even the things he had heard.

This would make them well acquainted with each other, having someone to admit about their own homes. And sharing stories along with the things they found interesting to who they are. Moving himself to stand right next to the younger female or maybe much shorter which would have been much better to say, the stifling of another question was in order.