( As soon as he sees Lucifer, Paimon freezes, blackened eyes staring up at the man from his current position (half-crouched on the streets, long limbs spasming erratically). Despite everything that's so wrong in him lately, he recognises this man.
No... he's not a man, but something much greater. This one may not be his Lucifer, but he's still a Lucifer, and a part of Paimon will forever hang onto that concept. Perhaps especially now, when he's not capable of thinking clearly, reverted back to some beastlike state he'd been in while under the cult's control.
Suddenly, inhumanly fast, he moves closer. Scuttles more than walks, like some large twitching insect. His voice is strange, strained and tight, a rasping sound. )
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No... he's not a man, but something much greater. This one may not be his Lucifer, but he's still a Lucifer, and a part of Paimon will forever hang onto that concept. Perhaps especially now, when he's not capable of thinking clearly, reverted back to some beastlike state he'd been in while under the cult's control.
Suddenly, inhumanly fast, he moves closer. Scuttles more than walks, like some large twitching insect. His voice is strange, strained and tight, a rasping sound. )
Hurts. It hurts.