( Paimon clings to The Monster, unsure what shape to give it — a fellow demon? Something like him? Something not? — but categorising the source of Luna's screams doesn't matter so much just now. It's The Monster, this huge bony thing.....
....and then he smells it. Feels it, some shift of energy against his own sensitive spirit. It pools out of the mouth that's latched against Luna, slowly, something dark and wet and searching that creeps out. The demon pauses, staring over, eyes wide and seeking. The entity he'd encountered once that oozed. So lost, so hungry; it had so desperately scratched at its surface. And its surface was—
—Falco. The young one that Peter's been taking under his wing so warmly and so sadly. The demon freezes, comprehension strange and wild. This Monster... is it Falco? And the slimy thing... it's here, too. )
Make him—! Make him leave her!
( The demon screams in tongues, in too many voices and languages, a roar that would burst the ears of a human. He's unknowing if the slimy thing will be able to control its vessel when Falco's in this form. But at least his hold on Luna seems to have relinquished some; she's moving, bleeding, and Paimon scrambles closer to Falco's strange dual sort of mouth, jaw layered upon jaw. Closer to where the Silence is oozing out. He hooks one hand around a tooth, pulls himself closer still.
Then he's shoving as hard as he can, but it's not only physically; there's a surge of energy, like wind itself that seems to slam against the titan, an invisible force. It's the demon king's telekinetic prowess, all of it focused on the huge thing still against Luna. This body he's trapped in is so small in comparison to the titan, but his energy swells and pushes. Trying to get it off her, away from her, so she can escape. )
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....and then he smells it. Feels it, some shift of energy against his own sensitive spirit. It pools out of the mouth that's latched against Luna, slowly, something dark and wet and searching that creeps out. The demon pauses, staring over, eyes wide and seeking. The entity he'd encountered once that oozed. So lost, so hungry; it had so desperately scratched at its surface. And its surface was—
—Falco. The young one that Peter's been taking under his wing so warmly and so sadly. The demon freezes, comprehension strange and wild. This Monster... is it Falco? And the slimy thing... it's here, too. )
Make him—! Make him leave her!
( The demon screams in tongues, in too many voices and languages, a roar that would burst the ears of a human. He's unknowing if the slimy thing will be able to control its vessel when Falco's in this form. But at least his hold on Luna seems to have relinquished some; she's moving, bleeding, and Paimon scrambles closer to Falco's strange dual sort of mouth, jaw layered upon jaw. Closer to where the Silence is oozing out. He hooks one hand around a tooth, pulls himself closer still.
Then he's shoving as hard as he can, but it's not only physically; there's a surge of energy, like wind itself that seems to slam against the titan, an invisible force. It's the demon king's telekinetic prowess, all of it focused on the huge thing still against Luna. This body he's trapped in is so small in comparison to the titan, but his energy swells and pushes. Trying to get it off her, away from her, so she can escape. )