❦ || REFLECTION FROM THE LOOKING GLASS.
The demon scoffed to himself. Today, normal as ever - humans were far too wimpy to even take a step into this place. He expected that, and began to gnaw lightly on his pointed fingernails, out of what he could call complete boredom. Or what anybody could call it. Who wouldn’t be lonely given these circumstances?
Being a demon certainly did have its downsides. All of the other devils down there in Hell, Osomatsu deemed bullies. (He wasn’t wrong, though, really! Rather, he didn’t think he was wrong….) Ruthless predators who ate humans every other day. That would make others think that he was a bully, too. How assumptive. Personally, Osomatsu thought humans were kind of cute, although a little stupid - that latter opinion tied into that of their ‘assumptive’ trait.
He let his wings drift in the light breeze, lidding his eyes a little exaggeratedly; dramatically, that is. The demon was glad he let the wind play with them, because that allowed him to see something that really caught his attention. Much like an alert dog, he raised his once-slouching back; widening his red eyes; stilling his tail.
The sight was all thrilling, surprising, and very, very unexpected.
Osomatsu rubbed his eyes, blinking them repeatedly, trying to convince himself that he was nothing but merely hallucinating. Or dreaming. But yet the figure still stood there - the figure that resembled him, minus the demon parts. But still - what the hell? This was like his human counterpart… he could say that with more than just ease. Anybody would say that.
Or… no. Maybe the person could be some sort of exorcist. Trying to trick him, trying to confuse him; once given that they’d pour holy water on his wings, chop off his tail…! That was probably the most plausible answer, seeing as someone who looked exactly like him, out here, meeting so indirectly and randomly - that, that was stupid. (Destiny probably wasn’t real. Who believed in that stuff?) With that thought, immediately it became the only one, the only answer he considered. Osomatsu tensed his shoulders, snorting as he did, with what resembled a smirk more than anything else.
“Oh, little human,” he mused to himself, as if trying to tone his voice for when he would approach his prey. “Hm. ‘Why is it that you have the same face as me? Surely that isn’t a coincidence.’” Even in the midst of the hunt, he let himself chuckle, shielded under his hand. “I like the sound of that!” he cooed playfully to himself, trying to prevent his earlier snicker from turning into a blatant cackle.
Osomatsu took his every step with a sly caution, his red eyes narrowed, fixated on his victim. It was hard for him to be seen in any case, even though it was in the early morningtime. The forest was naturally pitch-black, seldom did it let even the tiniest slivers of light in. But he took notice that his human doppelgänger had approached the light - wow, they were at the entrance of the place? He hadn’t noticed, whoops - and so maybe this hunt would be a little more difficult.
But given that the human was off-guard; unaware, perhaps it wouldn’t be as difficult as perceived. Judging again, he realized that all it took was for him to slink up to the other’s back, and block out the light by spreading his wings… how dramatic!, but it certainly would add tension. All more fun.
The mortal hadn’t noticed him yet. That was good.
The demon scoffed, first, but then let it roll into a quiet laugh. Grasping the other’s shoulders, he lightly dug his pointed fingertips into the human’s clothing. He slowly waved his tail back and forth, as if he was pleased, awaiting to see his prey’s reaction. “Little huuuman,” Osomatsu purred, bringing out the latter word. “What’re you doing here? How especially suspicious, seeing how if we gaze into each other’s eyes, we see our own faces… it’s like a looking-glass.
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