[ Three little words meme ] “ Don’t bullshit me. ” - Infcstissumam
Without fail, Emiritus II was almost exclusively an insufferable and foul thing. Yet, knowing what he knew, Aether remained drawn to him. Perhaps more willing to give his loyalty to him than any of the others. He held a destructive burning that – it felt – the others did not.
The spirit let a breath pass his fabricated lips. A simple wave produced a bottle of wine that he poured into the glass that was not present on Emeritus’ desk a mere few moments ago.
“It’s almost admirable how insatiable your wretchedness is,” a moment – pale blues looked upward and a hand ushered it’s way to the glass, “wine?”
He took a few steps back, and with purpose and precision removed his attention from the once anti-Pope. Hands laced themselves behind his back to straighten his posture. His chin proud as he casually perused the books that laced the walls. For the most part, Aether was a pleasant spirit but it was well known to those who knew him that he was not so two-dimensional. No, of course not. He could be equal parts dangerous being one of death and all.
“It would do you well to remember that it was not you who summoned me but your predecessor,” he asserted with a just enough bite. “Would you perhaps like to try this interaction again?”