Summoned (pt. 3)
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(They were definitely good tears! Promise. I hope you're FULLY aware that you are also talented, both in writing and drawing!)
Virgil thinks about it for a moment before replying. "Not much at all," he says, leaning forward to change the radio to a different station. "I've only eaten when I had to keep up a human appearance. Surprisingly, I was hardly invited over for meals. I must not seem like a very hungry guy." -
(Thanks Darko! Uno reverse 💕)
"Everyone has to eat something though, right? What do you have for sustenance?" Cain asks curiously. He was a bit afraid of the answer. Maybe demons were fueled by souls, and that's why people would sell their souls to the devil. Did Cain sell his soul while summoning Virgil? He wasn't sure. -
Virgil shakes his head, leaning his arm against the window. "I don't require sustenance, Cain." He looks ahead, watching the buildings slowly roll past them. "Some demons require an energy source when they are a newborn, but... As we get older, we become more powerful and move past such limitations. My magical energy naturally replenishes itself over time. I could use another being's life force to replenish it faster, if I needed to."
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"That's so... sad," Cain remarked thoughtfully. He quickly tried to explain himself, "I mean- well, er... like, having no food? It's sad since us humans have made cuisine an art. There's, like, over a thousand type of apples. It's a delicacy to have so many options. Hell probably doesn't have any farms.." Cain trailed off. He glanced at Virgil, scrying for his reaction.
Did the only chance demons have to enjoy the simple pleasures in life occur when they were summoned into the mortal world? It made Cain's heart ache at the thought of sitting around for hundreds of years in Hell. -
(WAAAAAAAAAAH I love this RP & I love talking to you so I'm more than happy to respond when I have the energy! I'm trying to push myself to get on more.)
Virgil smiles, amused. "I think I understand what you're trying to say. Human food is rather nice. Though, I get the best of both worlds. I can consume it, I simply don't require it."
He pauses, laughing at Cain's comment. "Hell does not have any farms," he explains, dropping his arm. "...In hell.. We are all granted a small portion of our own space. We can theoretically leave and visit other demons, but it's not often you find a demon wanting to be bothered. And I don't believe I've heard of any demons that want to spend their eternity farming.. I myself enjoy reading." -
(Don't push yourself if it makes you feel bad darko, your mental health is important!)
Before Cain could respond, he saw the bakery come into view. It was next to a big grocery story, so there was a parking lot that Cain was able to go into. Still somewhat of a beginner driver, he was parking so slowly that some other person honked their horn at Cain. He sagged his shoulders, a bit embarrassed.
"I like reading too. What kind of books are in Hell?" Cain asked Virgil once he was finally parked and the asshat other guy drove past him, shooting the bird as he did so. People could be so rude! -
(Thank you for being so supportive. Btw, let me know when your commissions are open! I'm hella excited to be able to support your work!!)
At the sound of a horn blazing, Virgil whipped his head around, staring at the car behind them with semi-wide eyes. He hadn't ever heard the sound before. Part of him wanted to ask about it, but he slowly calmed down, turning his attention back to Cain.
"...Whatever you'd like. Some come from Earth, some come from demons, some are from other realms... They're in all sorts of languages and genres. In Hell, almost anything is reality." -
(Soon >:) )
"Sorry about him, that was just a car horn," Cain explains when he sees Virgil's reaction. Virgil had reminded him of an alert puppy who'd just seen a squirrel. Cain briefly wonders if Virgil would be offended at being called cute.
Cain cranked off the car, silencing whatever song was on the radio. "Our reality right now is a sweet lunch, though. You ready to try out modern day desserts?" Cain asks Virgil. The bakery was nothing special, a little place on the side of a grocery store and named "Sweetopia" -
(I saw the advertisement! I will absolutely save up to get one from you!)
"I see..." Virgil imagined the horns of a devil at first, though horns didn't make sounds. He determined that it must be another word for a noise-making device.
The demon smiled as Cain transitioned the topic. "I am," he replied, moving to get out of the car. He wondered if the desserts would be anything special. Food did not tempt him often. -
(:D!!)
Cain got out and walked side by side with Virgil to the bakery. He excitedly described the things they offered as him and Virgil went the short distance.
"They have this cute thing they do where you can see them top your cupcake and tell them what you want on it- like subway but instead of sandwhiches it's cupcakes... Er, well, I guess you don't know what subway is..." Cain trailed off once they reached the establishment and opened the door for Virgil. -
Virgil was extremely amused by Cain's description of the services the bakery provided. "I have zero clue what "Subway" is, but I get the idea. Being able to customize a cupcake sounds like fun. We should do it, Cain."
He entered the building. Once inside, he turned around and put out his hand to hold the door open for Cain. "Have you ever done it before? Customized a cupcake, I mean." -
Cain went in after Virgil and replied, "I have. It's my favorite thing they offer; I usually do it everytime I get the chance to come here... Unless I'm not in the mood for cupcakes or something, but that's only ever happened once," Cain explained with a bittersweet nostalgic smile.
Sweetopia was a small bakery on the side of a big food market. The buyers there mostly came and went quickly, so there were only a few tables and most were empty. The woman at the counter greeted them as they entered and rung the little bell at the top of the door. "Welcome to Sweetopia! What can I get for you today?" She asked kindly, with a name tag that read 'Ruth'. -
The demon noticed the rather unhappy smile, though he felt that it was not his place to say anything. He turned his attention to the woman at the counter, putting on a charming smile.
Truly, he disliked her upbeat attitude. Unlike Bentley's fascinating demeanor, this worker set off an irrational hatred that was deep within the depths of his core. However, he wasn't quite ready to stir up any problems; not without his powers.
"Hello," Virgil said as he approached the counter. "We are interested in customizing some..." He paused, trying to remember the word. "..Cupcakes." -
"What base flavor would you prefer- we have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, red velvet and lemon. Also, what size do you want, sir? Small, medium, or legendary?" Ruth asked as she wrote something down on her little pad of paper.
"Medium for me. And red velvet." Cain answered. He smiled encouragingly at Virgil. -
Virgil put his hands on his hips, tapping his pointer fingers as he considered his options. "I'll take chocolate," he replied, pausing to think a little more. "And... Let's go with legendary." Sure, he had no clue what all 'legendary' entailed, but he figured there was no harm in being extravagant.
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