( Unfortunately, Paimon's perspective of things is extremely different from this mysterious new stranger's, and he brightens up at the words.... There's a thrum of delight at the acknowledgement — yes, he is quite inquisitive, as a being of Knowledge and Truths, thank you for noticing!
But the demon king finally begins to grasp the.... shift, the iciness, at the man's next words. Rude? His head tilts to the other side, staring, listening, quietly confused.
The Moss King may offer great rewards, but it stems from a need to make people play games. Earn those rewards, and so much dangerous trickery along the way. The Pthumerian has his own purpose.
So does Paimon. And his... is to grant desires. Here he is faced with someone who can't obtain what reward they would wish for, not from the Moss King. Paimon knows he, too, is incapable of bringing in an actual person, but there are other ways to grant desires for those who have someone they miss and long to see again. Over time, his summoners have wished for such things — perhaps realistic illusions of their loved ones, perhaps to smell and feel them again. If the loved one is deceased... he can also temporarily summon their spirit (an ability he is not certain will work here under Trench's rules, but there may be ways to try.)
In any case, there are ways to reunite an aching soul with a lost loved one, even if it will only ever be a mirage or a fleeting moment. Still, that much is enough for people, sometimes. Perhaps this man would be interested.
Except he seems... offended, and the demon king bristles in return, tensing. Even Paimon isn't lost to those final words, the scorn behind them — disrespectful, his spirit hisses. Something dangerous flutters in his own gaze, those inky black pupils blooming out.
But he realises this man (or thing that looks like a man) does not know what he is. And so he lets his anger shift to something calm and cool and proud instead. Not aggressive, but the words themselves don't hide the glint of warning behind them as he introduces himself, at least on the surface. )
Perhaps one should watch one's tongue a bit more carefully when speaking in the presence of Lucifer's most loyal king of demons. One who may grant one desires that other kings in this place are incapable of.
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But the demon king finally begins to grasp the.... shift, the iciness, at the man's next words. Rude? His head tilts to the other side, staring, listening, quietly confused.
The Moss King may offer great rewards, but it stems from a need to make people play games. Earn those rewards, and so much dangerous trickery along the way. The Pthumerian has his own purpose.
So does Paimon. And his... is to grant desires. Here he is faced with someone who can't obtain what reward they would wish for, not from the Moss King. Paimon knows he, too, is incapable of bringing in an actual person, but there are other ways to grant desires for those who have someone they miss and long to see again. Over time, his summoners have wished for such things — perhaps realistic illusions of their loved ones, perhaps to smell and feel them again. If the loved one is deceased... he can also temporarily summon their spirit (an ability he is not certain will work here under Trench's rules, but there may be ways to try.)
In any case, there are ways to reunite an aching soul with a lost loved one, even if it will only ever be a mirage or a fleeting moment. Still, that much is enough for people, sometimes. Perhaps this man would be interested.
Except he seems... offended, and the demon king bristles in return, tensing. Even Paimon isn't lost to those final words, the scorn behind them — disrespectful, his spirit hisses. Something dangerous flutters in his own gaze, those inky black pupils blooming out.
But he realises this man (or thing that looks like a man) does not know what he is. And so he lets his anger shift to something calm and cool and proud instead. Not aggressive, but the words themselves don't hide the glint of warning behind them as he introduces himself, at least on the surface. )
Perhaps one should watch one's tongue a bit more carefully when speaking in the presence of Lucifer's most loyal king of demons. One who may grant one desires that other kings in this place are incapable of.
( ....This should be fine. )