{A Devil's Dream}
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Thread Topic: {A Devil's Dream}
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Oliver looked up at the waitress when she asked if he wanted anything else to drink and shook his head. "No, thank you, just water is fine," he said softly, but loud enough for her to hear him. He had never been big on another other than water besides tea and in the mornings he only liked to have water. He played with the sleeve of his jacket like a little kid absentmindedly.
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"I'll have that out for you in a moment, sir." She gave a weird look to Oliver then returned to the kitchen. Douglas ignored it and flipped the menu open, reading over the different foods. It was at that point that he realized the menu wasn't in English. Demonic symbols covered the page, accompanied by a picture every now and then. "Do you need any help with the menu? I've... uh... except for a few people, I've been using magic as a type of translator for you. For example, I know our waitress doesn't speak any English. I can't do it with writing, though."
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Oliver was confused as to why the lady gave him an odd look, but brushed it off as he opened the menu. It was very confusing for him. The symbols made no sense at all. His eyes widened when Douglas told him he had been using magic to translate the lady's words. He glanced back down to the menu, nodding. "Yeah, I need help. I don't understand any of it," he said quietly, glancing over to where the waitress had walked off to. For some reason, it made him nervous that Douglas had been using magic as a translator. "Y-You haven't changed anything anyone has said, right?"
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"I can't. Think of it as a spell on you, in a way. You can hear that they're saying and understand it, but if you subconsciously don't want to, you might have changed it yourself. I've been speaking to you in English when there's no one else around, but I'm using Demonic speak right now." He flashed a somewhat encouraging grin, then leaned across the table to help Oliver out. He read the items, pausing every now and then in case he wanted something.
When the waitress came back, she set down the coffee and a cup of half and half for Douglas, even though he mentioned not needing the latter. When he brought it up again, she said something that didn't really translate for Oliver. Douglas tried to hide his offended expression, and returned to looking at the menu. -
Oliver was still very on edge about the "spell." He didn't say anything after that as he listened to Douglas tell him what was on the odd menu. He finally decided on just a cheese omelette, confirming that with Douglas by pointing at it and nodding. He looked up at the waitress, very confused when he saw her mouth moving but didn't hear anything. He looked at Douglas with wide eyes.
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"Uh... it's nothing. Don't worry about it." He settled on the crepes he'd heard so much about, then ordered as soon as the waitress came back, his voice no longer as friendly towards her. She didn't seem to mind, and based on how she went back and whispered to another employee after they ordered, neither did anyone else.
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He did worry, though. He tugged the sleeve of his jacket and sunk down in his chair a little as Douglas ordered their food, glancing up at her every now and then before she walked away. He noticed how she whispered something to another employee after she walked off, and it kinda made him a little uneasy. Oliver didn't say anything about it, though.
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"They're not talking about you," he told Oliver with a sigh. Tapping his fingers against the table, he eyed the human as if a discussion topic could be found in his face. Eventually, he let out a defeated sigh. "So."
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"It's not what they're talking about that worries me, it's how their talking. That demon language, whatever. I want to hear it for myself," he declared, looking up at Douglas. It wasn't like he was asking for very much from the demon in the first place, he just wanted to hear what a few words sound like in that language.
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Douglas snapped his fingers, and the spell was suddenly removed. He figured the human might regret it, as Demonic consisted mostly of breathy, eerie tones that could still send chills down Douglas's spine. Knowing he couldn't understand, the demon told his servant that his eyes were gorgeous, the heterochromia making them even more magnificent. It probably sounded like he was preparing to murder him, though.
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Oliver didn't notice anything had happened and didn't even know Douglas had taken the spell off of him until the demon began to speak. Oliver covered his ears tightly with his hands, eyes wide. The words coming out were probably the most eerie thing he had every heard in his lifetime. It felt like he was being tortured. He shook his head quickly and shut his eyes tight, willing the noise to go away.
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Douglas stopped, feeling a pang of sympathy for Oliver. He reached over and pressed his fingers against the boy's arm, whispering a small spell. When he spoke again, it was his usual voice, soft and friendly in a serious sort of way. "I'm sorry," he said as he reached for his coffee.
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Oliver was really glad when the demon's voice went back to normal, giving Douglas a small smile of gratitude. He grabbed his own drink and took a small sip, wondering how anyone could stand to listen and speak that way all day. Hell, he couldn't handle it for five seconds. Oliver set his glass down with a sigh. "That was awful. It was torture, Douglas, how can you deal with that?" He asked softly.
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"You get used to it. Besides, I'm a demon, not an angel. We like creepy stuff like that," he said, grinning at him. A few minutes later, the waitress brought out their food. Douglas had sort of lost his appetite thanks to the comment from earlier, but went on as if nothing was wrong.
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"I don't think that I ever could get used to something as..eerie as that," he responded with a grim smile. His eyes lit up when the food finally came, digging into his omelette right as soon as it was set down in front of it. He really hadn't noticed before, but he was starving.
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