The other is rewarded with a genuine laugh from the duke. “Oh, I already figured it out. Perhaps I should have spoken up?” Dantalion gives a soft laugh beneath his breath as he so duly examined the display. It truly was amusing, he thought, for the other had tried so hard to conceal something that was quite clear to the man. Dantalion, young he may be, was no fool; more clever than many of the elder demons and more powerful, truly. “Nominations have closed quite a while ago, I wouldn’t fret over it. Unfortunately, the election has been longer than the norm due to a certain stubbornness from our dear, dear, dear—” he pauses as he is the one now smiling tightly. “… Elector. He’s quite interesting, I should say.” Not that he remembers a damn thing about me, he adds to himself bitterly. Kid doesn’t even thank me for the protection I give him.
”Give me a chance?” Dantalion asks at last with moderate curiosity. Now, why on Earth would someone make time to attempt to befriend him? Quite curious, he should think, for he found himself to be the disagreeable sort of man one ought to not try and be friends with. Brutal, perhaps, though it was simply fact, after all. It would result in the other getting hurt should he wish to be friends with him. Though, Dantalion was terribly amused and was rather willing to humor the other for a bit. He was Lucifer’s son, after all. A direct son at that. “I suppose that is fine, then.”
"Is it because i look like him? I should like, dye my hair black?" After all he looked like a low fi version of Lucifer with cursed eyes. His father was much, much prettier, or so he thought, but amael retained a graceful quality on his being, like a swan. Which was ironic because he was a swan demon after all, but he barely used his form nowadays, when little he turned into a cygnet when distressed and this days he only did it when he wanted to be alone, and generally swam in a pond the whole day
"Yeah. People says many things about the others, i don't pay attention to them because of that. Only Father's opinion matters and he told me you're good people, so i trust him" Maybe he had been a barbarian, taught manners by the Emperor but there was something on those crimson eyes of his, a sadness so deeply rooted that maybe Amael aside from seek for help from him, maybe he could gain a friend. But it would take time, he thought, the man's walls were like a door reinforced with steel
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