SPOILERS:

— Yeah he's Chipotla Gouda Cookie descesent (that one Cookie from "who's your favorite animal?" Post)

— Golden Milk Cookie was not imprisoned like his parents, and because of that he ended up meeting a descesent from his long-desceased friend.

— He found him like, two months before the Golden Cheese Kingdom fell.

— Golden Milk Cookie saved only Powdered Gouda Cookie, even tho he could save more people.

— Golden Milk manipulated Powdered Gouda to believe Golden Cheese willingly abandoned her Kingdom and that he was the only survivor (this actions will have consequences)

— Golden Milk is OBSESSED with Powdered Gouda, at what extent? Well, he IS the son of Shadow Milk Cookie (a.k.a will manipulate my counterpart to depression so I don't fell lovely anymore) and Burning Spice Cookie (a.k.a "Where are you~, GOLDEN CHEESE COOKIE?!") and will do anything to keep him safe (even tho Powdered Gouda IS a bodyguard)

"Oh, yes, you always start that way!" The image of the demon did not change, but the boy could hear his mood listening to the sudden tone of voice "Tell me, what good is it to you to know the name of Satan's servant? Let's leave all these mundane human notions behind and get straight to the point..."

"I said 'speak'!" Nathaniel was still trying to keep up, no matter how much his voice had dropped and how weak he felt.

He could almost hear the creature roll its non-existent eyes.

"Bartimaeus! Is that all you want, boy? I don't want to take shortcuts, now, when my name is in your power. You know very well what I am capable of, how many ways I can kill you by breaking your thin neck. Now you can give me any order, address me on any subject. So don't waste your time with nonsense - ask!"

The only question that was going through his mind right now seemed to make no sense at all, but it had been bothering him the whole time. It was too early to give him orders; from now on, Nathaniel understood his risks.

"So does God really exist?"

He had never heard such laughter, like a child's mockery and a mighty earthquake at the same time.

"And you choose to ask about Him when I'm standing in front of you?" It seemed that Bartimaeus was still not finished mocking him "you're so predictable, it's even funny. How many times have I heard that question... five, ten, twenty, thirty thousand times in the last millennium? Well, let's see, Mr. Ragged Coat. I am Satan's servant, coming from Hell. You are a son of God, determined to break His rules. Is there one whose laws you now despise?"

Nathaniel was silent - too slippery a subject. He couldn't tell the devil that he didn't believe in the existence of gods as such until this very moment.

"You didn't say anything?" This time he heard Bartimaeus snap his invisible fingers. "You're wasting our time again, child. So, what are your wishes? I can do anything from killing all of humanity to making the most delicious tea in all three universes."

"And I can... sell my soul?" Nathaniel didn't notice his own breathing start to become more rapid and intermittent.

"Oh, now that's a dialogue!" Nathaniel had to admit that this wasn't at all how he'd imagined the Devil talking. "And not just your soul! For example, the money will be worth only your heart, and for the tea, so it will be, I won't ask more than your eyes. Just keep in mind..." a black, clawed hand emerged from the void, pointing to a pile of scattered papers on the floor. "Prices have risen a little over the last few centuries.

Nathaniel's throat went dry. This was it. What he had come all this way for. He had no right to retreat, nothing could be changed.