( The reaction clearly suggests surprise, how they jerk back like that, as though startled. But Paimon doesn't think this too odd; he's had his own confusions since his Rebirth, and he never expected to encounter another demon occupying a child. It's very possible this entity was never told of such things, either. He doesn't know what their host family might be like.
And he wonders if they're aware of their true name or not. He considers giving his, but waits, thinking it wiser to try and assess more about this situation. A name is a powerful thing, and he still doesn't know who exactly he's dealing with, here.
But then they're smiling, agreeing, and Paimon's own eyes are widening again in response, a thrill thrumming in his spirit like a trapped hummingbird. He moves closer as urged, slender neck tilted up to look at them as they whisper hushed words, secrets, important things.
The Seven.
Immediately, it's clear that this term means something to the smaller body standing next to them; Paimon shudders quietly as though a vibration slips through him, some awareness that touches him on a level deep and spiritual. They must be... one of the seven Princes. It's a high ranking indeed, placed only beneath Lucifer's kings and dukes. )
Indeed...! ( He turns to them, eyes filled with a brightness as his hands reach with the intention to cup the other's face. )
I can not sense your true name in this place, but my spirit must know you still. One of the Seven.... Tell me your name, o child. And remember mine again if you have lost it. I am King Paimon.
— The Operator
( The reaction clearly suggests surprise, how they jerk back like that, as though startled. But Paimon doesn't think this too odd; he's had his own confusions since his Rebirth, and he never expected to encounter another demon occupying a child. It's very possible this entity was never told of such things, either. He doesn't know what their host family might be like.
And he wonders if they're aware of their true name or not. He considers giving his, but waits, thinking it wiser to try and assess more about this situation. A name is a powerful thing, and he still doesn't know who exactly he's dealing with, here.
But then they're smiling, agreeing, and Paimon's own eyes are widening again in response, a thrill thrumming in his spirit like a trapped hummingbird. He moves closer as urged, slender neck tilted up to look at them as they whisper hushed words, secrets, important things.
The Seven.
Immediately, it's clear that this term means something to the smaller body standing next to them; Paimon shudders quietly as though a vibration slips through him, some awareness that touches him on a level deep and spiritual. They must be... one of the seven Princes. It's a high ranking indeed, placed only beneath Lucifer's kings and dukes. )
Indeed...! ( He turns to them, eyes filled with a brightness as his hands reach with the intention to cup the other's face. )
I can not sense your true name in this place, but my spirit must know you still. One of the Seven.... Tell me your name, o child. And remember mine again if you have lost it. I am King Paimon.