Doubt it. Maybe a retelling of him, or a different version, but I would know if you’d met my actual dad - and there’s no way you would have remembered. [ A beat. ] It’s Sitri.
Hm, well... Asmo had a lot on his mind. A pact worked best for both of us to get what we wanted.
[More or less.
Sitri, though... man it's been a while.]
Ah, him! Yes, I'm aware. [He'll even give a receipt this time, gently rolling up one of his sleeves just enough to show Sitri's seal nestled amidst many others.] I could see why he'd be with Asmo. They're very similar.
[ Yep, that’s his dad’s seal. And that is - so many others?? Ginger can see the ink peeking under Solomon’s sleeve where there are probably more lining his skin. ]
Oh my God, you’re psychotic.
[ He said the Lord’s name in vain, but he’s pretty sure God and Lucifer would both agree. ]
He doesn't hold the excited energy for more than a moment, though. The frightened look on Ginger's face is amusing, sure, but he's pushing his luck here.
He lets out a smooth exhale through the nose as he pulls his sleeve back down.]
Jokes aside, dear Ginger, I'm very aware of reality. And I don't bring it up to frighten you. [Like, hooray for intimidation, but that's besides the point.
He leans forward in his seat to rest his elbows against his knees, hands very lightly folded together as he looks at Ginger with a slightly softer expression. ]
From what little I've seen, you don't seem very comfortable in your heritage, right? Or, well, that side of it.
[Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he is more like Asmo than he imagined.]
Other people don't make that decision for you, Ginger. You can't make someone love you. And someone can't force you to feel loved.
But just because they don't, or just because you might not be sure... that doesn't mean that's a definitive for you. It doesn't mean you should stop wanting it, or that you won't have it someday.
Even the King of Hell can be loved. So why shouldn't you?
You really think there’s someone out there who will love me in the same obsessive way I’m bound to love them?
[ He’s always known he’d have to settle for… less. That’s the only way any love will work. He would give his everything and the other would give what they were willing. Fair trade.
He thought he was okay with the idea, resigned to it - maybe happiness would drown out his instincts calling out for more, but… ]
… What do you really want from me, Solomon? You open your mouth and say all these kind things. Your eyes go soft and you’re… sweeter.
Normally? I would suggest a pact, if I believed it would help you.
[Since this seems to matter quite a lot to Ginger and his self-esteem.]
That's not going to be an option here, though. Not without putting both of us at a very foolish level of risk. So you don't have to worry about that.
At the very least... after seeing your reaction to what you told me with Tatara, I wanted to give you an option to talk to. Someone who doesn't view it as anything strange, if you'd like.
[Maybe strange for a human, and definitely not safe. But in the realm of the supernatural, obsession was about as common as any other temptation or vice, just in many different flavors.]
As for your worries about love... maybe it won't be exactly the same. Perhaps it can be, perhaps not. To be bound to an emotion or a sin... it's not easy to cope with, even if it's overtaken you entirely.
But the only way to find out if it's possible is to try, and to allow yourself to accept it for what it is when it comes.
Mm? I've said it already. A pact is what I want. [He doesn't make it completely from the kindness of his own heart - it's a binding agreement, after all.] In the lack of that, though, I think I'd just like to understand you a little more. You're not like the fallen angels I know best.
[Ah, there's some bargaining, at last. Not ideal, but with the Devildom's reach cut off, he can give a little more than normal.]
If you'd like to know more about me, all you need to do is ask.
[Interesting reaction, though the wings are cute...]
I've known angels that have been thrown out by their Father for rebellion, as well as those that have been doomed to a human mortality for disobedience and treason, separated from their power forever. The Celestial Realm is strict, and the Father stricter.
If you believe you are still half of both, then no, I would not consider you part of the fallen. Not by my understandings.
Ah - the war. It’s long over. He doesn’t like us fighting so He started a company instead. Now we just work together, and everyone has something to do so they’re not too bored.
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I’m not - fighting. I’m… [ He opens his hand, then clenches it into a fist, one finger at a time. The end result is tight and restricting. ] Waiting.
[ Biding. ]
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Hm. In that, you really seem different from him.
[Not that he would want to put Ginger through that sort of meeting.
He sits up straight with an elongated stretch of his arms over his head like a lazy cat.]
So-- mm, you plan to follow through, then? Back home, or here?
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Who is him?
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[Let's see if that rings a bell or not.]
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Demon?
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That's the one.
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[ Some thing - some things that are a shade off familiar. ]
Did you make a deal with a demon? I think - he might be my dad’s coworker.
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[So Ginger could sense it after all. Good to know - maybe they could settle on a more honest playing field.]
And who would your father be, in that case? Maybe we've crossed paths.
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[ Such a bad idea… ]
Doubt it. Maybe a retelling of him, or a different version, but I would know if you’d met my actual dad - and there’s no way you would have remembered. [ A beat. ] It’s Sitri.
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[More or less.
Sitri, though... man it's been a while.]
Ah, him! Yes, I'm aware. [He'll even give a receipt this time, gently rolling up one of his sleeves just enough to show Sitri's seal nestled amidst many others.] I could see why he'd be with Asmo. They're very similar.
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Oh my God, you’re psychotic.
[ He said the Lord’s name in vain, but he’s pretty sure God and Lucifer would both agree. ]
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[This is a normal response!
He doesn't hold the excited energy for more than a moment, though. The frightened look on Ginger's face is amusing, sure, but he's pushing his luck here.
He lets out a smooth exhale through the nose as he pulls his sleeve back down.]
Jokes aside, dear Ginger, I'm very aware of reality. And I don't bring it up to frighten you. [Like, hooray for intimidation, but that's besides the point.
He leans forward in his seat to rest his elbows against his knees, hands very lightly folded together as he looks at Ginger with a slightly softer expression. ]
From what little I've seen, you don't seem very comfortable in your heritage, right? Or, well, that side of it.
Why is that?
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But he huffs and listens to the rest. Some of the phrasing has his eyes narrowing slightly; Solomon isn’t right, but he isn’t exactly wrong either. ]
It’s less to do with my heritage and more that… I… I want to be loved.
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Do you think you don't deserve it?
[The question is gentle.]
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[ It doesn’t matter if he deserves it or not. ]
That’s a question you ask the other party, isn’t it? They decide if I can or can’t be loved.
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[Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he is more like Asmo than he imagined.]
Other people don't make that decision for you, Ginger. You can't make someone love you. And someone can't force you to feel loved.
But just because they don't, or just because you might not be sure... that doesn't mean that's a definitive for you. It doesn't mean you should stop wanting it, or that you won't have it someday.
Even the King of Hell can be loved. So why shouldn't you?
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[ He’s always known he’d have to settle for… less. That’s the only way any love will work. He would give his everything and the other would give what they were willing. Fair trade.
He thought he was okay with the idea, resigned to it - maybe happiness would drown out his instincts calling out for more, but… ]
… What do you really want from me, Solomon? You open your mouth and say all these kind things. Your eyes go soft and you’re… sweeter.
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[Since this seems to matter quite a lot to Ginger and his self-esteem.]
That's not going to be an option here, though. Not without putting both of us at a very foolish level of risk. So you don't have to worry about that.
At the very least... after seeing your reaction to what you told me with Tatara, I wanted to give you an option to talk to. Someone who doesn't view it as anything strange, if you'd like.
[Maybe strange for a human, and definitely not safe. But in the realm of the supernatural, obsession was about as common as any other temptation or vice, just in many different flavors.]
As for your worries about love... maybe it won't be exactly the same. Perhaps it can be, perhaps not. To be bound to an emotion or a sin... it's not easy to cope with, even if it's overtaken you entirely.
But the only way to find out if it's possible is to try, and to allow yourself to accept it for what it is when it comes.
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He still doesn’t know what Solomon wants for himself. So he asks: ]
What do you want for yourself, then?
[ … ]
I don’t… want to talk to anyone who’s not going to talk to me about - about themself. Are you going to share parts of you?
[ Can Ginger trust him to? ]
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[Ah, there's some bargaining, at last. Not ideal, but with the Devildom's reach cut off, he can give a little more than normal.]
If you'd like to know more about me, all you need to do is ask.
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Wait, I’m… not fallen???
[ Look, his devil wings pop out. They’re small things right now, like little commas ending his sentence. He can still fly! ]
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[Interesting reaction, though the wings are cute...]
I've known angels that have been thrown out by their Father for rebellion, as well as those that have been doomed to a human mortality for disobedience and treason, separated from their power forever. The Celestial Realm is strict, and the Father stricter.
If you believe you are still half of both, then no, I would not consider you part of the fallen. Not by my understandings.
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I don't know if I could ever see things becoming corporate, but I guess stranger things have happened.
Now I have to wonder what Micheal would even be up to in a situation like that without getting into trouble.
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[ Ginger pauses and tilts his head. ]
I guess… it would be she nowadays?
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