{A Devil's Dream}
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Thread Topic: {A Devil's Dream}
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Oliver hummed quietly as he walked over and opened the cabinet to the left of the sink and grabbed a plate. Setting it down on the counter, he threw the pieces of lettuce on the plate before putting the lettuce back into the fridge. He leaned against the counter, facing Douglas as he popped a small piece of lettuce into his mouth. He tilted his head slighly, noticing the look of shock and the blood rushing up to his face. "What?"
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"Nothing," he replied as he walked over to the stove, the water clearly hot enough. He grabbed two mugs and filled them with the water, then grabbed two tea bags. "So, tell me about yourself, Oliver. Where are you from, why are you here?"
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Oliver thought for a moment, chewing on another piece of lettuce slowly. "..I'm from California." He responded, biting his lip as he thought. "My dad's the Mayor, actually. Pretty grand, I guess. And I'm not sure. The guy at the auction, or whatever he was, said we were here because we wished to die?"
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(I thought it was governor?)
"Oh, okay. I guess that makes sense, you were in the suicidal district. Wait... was there a reason that you wanted to die? Humans don't just wish for that sort of stuff." He handed him one of the mugs, then sat at the kitchen table and took a sip out of his own. His fingers wrapped around it, even though he was incredibly cold. "You know, most of the humans at the auction looked the same. Well, not the same, but you all seemed to have a fairly similar set of features. I like that about humans." -
(Maybe it was, I dunno. Sorry.)
"Hn. That's none of your concern, now is it?" He hissed, taking the mug. He took a small sip of it before setting it beside the plate, leaning against the counter. "All humans are basically the same. Worthless, greedy, it's gross." He murmered, tapping his foot lightly. -
"Well... I own you now. Shouldn't I know everything about the product?" Douglas stared into the tea for a moment, realizing that he should probably get a haircut. He ruffled the hair around his horns a bit, then turned to Oliver once again, pushing up his glasses. "Those are all psychological traits, and honestly, demons aren't any different. Oh, and since I expect you to be honest about yourself, I guess I should be honest about why I picked you out. You're... not exactly going to be a servant."
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Oliver let out a loud huff, crossing his arms across his chest. "You don't own me. I'm not some sort of product you can buy and do whatever you want to, Mr.Douglas." Oliver thought for a moment, tugging on the sleeve of his Varisty jacket nervously. "Then what am I going to be? I just want to go home. This is just some silly f---ing dream."
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"I legally own you. I'm sorry, but I do. You are, essentially, a traded good that I can now use in any way I desire. That's just the way things work here." He shrugged and took another sip of his tea, this time realizing it was a bit too sweet for his taste. He wasn't sure how swirling his fingers around in a magical way helped, but it did. The next sip was much more bitter. "For the past thousand years or so, I've been interested in visiting your world. Because I'm higher up in status than, well, nearly everyone in Seventh Circle, I can't just sneak out on an illegal train like most common demons do. I think I might be close to successfully creating a portal of sorts. If it works, I can get you back where you belong as well. I just need a living human for it to work." Douglas smiled.
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"That's not right. They shouldn't be able to do that, you shouldn't be able to own me." He said with a frown, taking a piece of lettuce and dipping it into his tea before popping the piece into his mouth. Chewing slowly, he thought over what the demon had said. "Can you explain, please, what the Seventh Circle is? I thought there was only one Hell and only one Devil, Satan. This is all confusing. A portal? Those don't actually exist, right?" This was all new and confusing for him. "And do you have a piece of paper so I can write all of this new information down? I wouldn't want to forget it.." He murmered.
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"I..." He was tempted to prove it, but held it in instead. "There are nine circles of Hell. The first seven are those provide advisors for our current satan. They do gradually age out and then die, to ensure than we have a new ruler every few thousand years. This is Seventh Circle, Violence. You were dropped in Suicide Station, since you asked to die. As firstborn of the Sivynth family, I was originally expected to eventually take the role of advisor. However, my sister proved to be a much more... legitimate candidate, so I was given the freedom to do whatever I want, within reason. There are actually four positions: the Advisor, my mother; the Heir, my sister; the Guardian, my stepfather; then my own, which is the Spare. As for portals, they definitely do exist. You got here in one. Earth and Hell are entirely different dimensions, and most of the time, their portals open spontaneously. Does that help at all?" His expression was apologetic.
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"Do are you guys immortal..? And why was I taken away just because I said I wanted to die? It's not like I was actually going to get a gun and shoot myself or whatever they do. It was a dumb thing I said, kinda regretting it now..And yes, that kind of helps..Thank you," he said softly, finishing off his plate of lettuce and his tea.
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"No, but we live a lot longer than you do. I'm almost 2000, my birthday's in a few months. The fact that you said it means that you had some desire to. I guess they assumed..." Douglas stood up and stretched, then grabbed his mug and took another sip. "Hey, I should show you where you'll be sleeping. Come with me." He left the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow.
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"Gods, your old," he said, eyes wide. After a moment, he realized what he said. "Sorry if that came out as rude..You really don't look that old at all." He added, which was the truth. "Kay.." Oliver pushed himself off the of the counter and began to following the demon out of the kitchen and towards wherever he would be sleeping.
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"I'm actually really young. Most of us live to be at least 1000." He headed upstairs, stepping into a dark hallway partially illuminated by windows in the rooms coming off of it. He flicked his fingers, causing the candles along the walls to light. He peeked into his study, a large room full of books, assorted papers, and an array of human artifacts. Pulling the doors shut, he walked down to the last door on the left wall, then opened it.
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