Mmm...yes and no. I remember a soup I used to make long ago...and I haven't really tried making it since becoming a Servant. If I want to impress people, I think I should perfect it, no?
Yes. I learned so I would be better equipped to serve my master.
[pulling the pot from the cabinet, gluttony has straightened up when it hits.
the first thing douman hears are screams and shouts. the same sort of liquid shadow is spilling endlessly out of the air, swirling, full of eyes and mouths. douman feels... renewed and invigorated. I'LL KILL YOU! rings out in their head as they split through the shadow, as it releases them into the opening.
Who calls me?
an inner chamber filled with many masked and robed adults. an altar, spilled with blood, on which a boy lies with his heart pierced. cages, most empty, but some full, all of them filthy and disgusting.
Answer me, their voice rumbles, icy to the bone, and powerful. Who has summoned me? Yours is no small sacrifice in the pursuit of pleasure and wealth, calamity and tragedy. the shadows come together to spit out some of douman's form: long, leather-clad, heeled legs. right in front of a cage with a dirty, smelly, frail boy.
douman feels amused and intrigued all at once. this is quite something, being summoned by these ridiculous humans. all of them with their pathetic grabs for wealth, for immortality, for something trifling, slaughtering children to try to get their attention desperately. but not this boy. oh no.
this boy is full of malice and revenge. it's easy to sense.
Where is the fool who spits upon God? douman asks toward the boy in a wicked, other-worldly voice, and then the memory ends.]
[Ah, now this is a familiar feeling. To be summoned, to feel this kind of amusement, this kind of beautiful intrigue to stake one's claim on a soul burning for vengeance...ah. Been there, done that. The boy reminds them of that white-haired figure, eyes red, still in the beginning stages of true, honest evil.]
[As the memory ends, Douman just lets their head fall with a low chuckle.]
[well, did NOT appreciate that just being aired out, but luckily(??) it was douman, and not someone who would straight-out try to tell everyone he's a demon.
or, like, eleanor. wow.]
It is unfortunate you saw such a side of me, but I suppose it cannot be helped this week. Thankfully, you understand me perhaps better than most.
[they glance down, but actually don't remove their hand.]
Typically, I do not fraternize with other demons. A conflict of interest. But I have not considered a... camaraderie with someone of just similar... understandings.
as they draw closure, they can see there is actually a face somewhere under the hood, the details obscured by the shadows. two orange eyes, glowing brightly, peer back at them, the lids lowered slightly, and the pupils slitted.]
[they draw both hands up to the edge of the hood, and then push it back, letting the horns free of the holes.
the long, black hair has been tied neatly back in a low ponytail to keep it out of the way while cooking. two thick horns arch out of the top of the head, of course, and curve backward. their skin is coal-black and hides well in the hood, but it causes the orange eyes and sharp teeth to stand out more. the high collar of a leather suit stretches all the way up their neck beneath the jaw, and two topaz teardrops dangle from each ear.
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Ahaha, great minds think alike! [And of course they will make a beeline to Delilah to give her pets.] I simply didn't want to get my robes dirty, mmm.
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well.]
I also would rather not dirty my robes. This is all that is available.
[delilah stretches and stands up in place to rub against douman's hand. she is a good girl.]
Are you preparing something for someone?
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Mmm...yes and no. I remember a soup I used to make long ago...and I haven't really tried making it since becoming a Servant. If I want to impress people, I think I should perfect it, no?
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[they motion mostly toward the kitchen in general.]
What kind of soup was it?
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[They're already making their way past Gluttony to look through ingredients.]
A simple dish. But its soothing, all the same.
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[they pause thoughtfully, resting a hand in the hood on their chin.]
A warm and hearty, simmering dish. One pot, less mess and more flavor. I believe it is something we could easily accomplish.
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[And an agreeing nod.]
I as a Servant am still getting used to the taste of things, so I would appreciate if you could taste-test as well!
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[(gluttony voice) tch... human food... why.]
Let's us begin, hm?
[they motion for douman to go ahead with the ingredients and such. and then they turn to look for a pot.]
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[And pulling out a hairband, they pause for a moment to put their hair into a ponytail before heading to gather the ingredients.]
Mmm, where did you learn to cook, may I ask? Is it something you just picked up?
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[pulling the pot from the cabinet, gluttony has straightened up when it hits.
the first thing douman hears are screams and shouts. the same sort of liquid shadow is spilling endlessly out of the air, swirling, full of eyes and mouths. douman feels... renewed and invigorated. I'LL KILL YOU! rings out in their head as they split through the shadow, as it releases them into the opening.
Who calls me?
an inner chamber filled with many masked and robed adults. an altar, spilled with blood, on which a boy lies with his heart pierced. cages, most empty, but some full, all of them filthy and disgusting.
Answer me, their voice rumbles, icy to the bone, and powerful. Who has summoned me? Yours is no small sacrifice in the pursuit of pleasure and wealth, calamity and tragedy. the shadows come together to spit out some of douman's form: long, leather-clad, heeled legs. right in front of a cage with a dirty, smelly, frail boy.
douman feels amused and intrigued all at once. this is quite something, being summoned by these ridiculous humans. all of them with their pathetic grabs for wealth, for immortality, for something trifling, slaughtering children to try to get their attention desperately. but not this boy. oh no.
this boy is full of malice and revenge. it's easy to sense.
Where is the fool who spits upon God? douman asks toward the boy in a wicked, other-worldly voice, and then the memory ends.]
I LOST THIS NOTIF I'M SORRY
[Ah, now this is a familiar feeling. To be summoned, to feel this kind of amusement, this kind of beautiful intrigue to stake one's claim on a soul burning for vengeance...ah. Been there, done that. The boy reminds them of that white-haired figure, eyes red, still in the beginning stages of true, honest evil.]
[As the memory ends, Douman just lets their head fall with a low chuckle.]
So I see. We really are two peas in a pod, hmmm?
good you lost the dirtiest notif
[well, did NOT appreciate that just being aired out, but luckily(??) it was douman, and not someone who would straight-out try to tell everyone he's a demon.
or, like, eleanor. wow.]
It is unfortunate you saw such a side of me, but I suppose it cannot be helped this week. Thankfully, you understand me perhaps better than most.
wow i love gluttony how dare u
[And just reaching over to rest their hand on Gluttony's as if in reassurance.]
I feel like I can be myself around you.
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Typically, I do not fraternize with other demons. A conflict of interest. But I have not considered a... camaraderie with someone of just similar... understandings.
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[And they wrap their fingers lightly over the other's hand, smiling.]
And we have nothing to fight over. You have your tastes, and I have mine, yes?
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[hm. well, holding hands is unexpected, but not something they won't do. so they just hold douman's hand back.]
Are you looking for something from me besides cooking instructions?
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[There's a coy look on their face. I hate this.]
Ahahaha. You said you had a lot to teach. You simply are just full of possibilities. That's all.
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I do. I can teach many things. And I am. So how should I serve you first?
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[They tilt their head. The bells jingle, like little warnings, because I hate this clown very, very much.]
What would a kiss from a demon like you be like?
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[their head lifts a bit. proudly?]
I would say it's... one hell of a kiss.
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I guess you could call be bedeviled by such an opportunity for such a kiss?
[douman that was even worse]
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[it sounds like they are somewhat amused, though.
as they draw closure, they can see there is actually a face somewhere under the hood, the details obscured by the shadows. two orange eyes, glowing brightly, peer back at them, the lids lowered slightly, and the pupils slitted.]
Are you sure you are prepared?
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[A chuckle as they take what little they can see of the face in. What beautiful, monstrous eyes.]
Of course I am. I always am.
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[they draw both hands up to the edge of the hood, and then push it back, letting the horns free of the holes.
the long, black hair has been tied neatly back in a low ponytail to keep it out of the way while cooking. two thick horns arch out of the top of the head, of course, and curve backward. their skin is coal-black and hides well in the hood, but it causes the orange eyes and sharp teeth to stand out more. the high collar of a leather suit stretches all the way up their neck beneath the jaw, and two topaz teardrops dangle from each ear.
they are terribly, awfully handsome despite the distortions.]
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[Yes, just..."wow". Douman reaches up to caress over the horns, down through their hair, over their face.]
No wonder you have to hide this. You're setting my heat flame, mmm...
[One more lookover, and then Douman's dark eyes fixate on their face.]
Nnnnn. Come here. I can't wait for you to take me to hell.
[Sliding their arms around Gluttony's shoulders, Douman bends in for a kiss.]
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