For a random human. For a random human that would be linked to him by some unexpected curse or mistaken summoning. That was what she had expected. She was just an accidental beneficiary of the events she had no influence on.
“I assume not all humans.” – Nunnally still pouted; she didn't like how his thoughts wandered, or how he expressed them. Against her. – “I assume there must be an element of royal blood. An esteemed demon like yourself could not be forced to any random human.” – there were hints of challenge, even sarcasm, in her voice; something she would not have expected when dealing with Shugarl. So why now, and so suddenly…?
“And you’re forgetting you are talking to a princess who was taught to believe she was better than others.” – she retaliated immediately; Nunnally was getting mad at him. Even if he cared little to nothing, there was no need to remind her so blatantly about it – “Then you claim demons cannot care?”
“A lie.” – the princess spluttered, but provided no justification.
She turned around, perhaps hoping he would apologize, but of course she knew he would not. So she carried on conversing with him, even though she was not looking at him.
“People care because they’re forced to care. A human law. God’s law. There are swords and spears and maces to make people care. Including the threat of eternal punishments by the likes of you… though many consider that just a story.” – Nunnally shrugged – “Well, of course I care. But for the reasons you just so politely listed. Not because I really believe in its tenets.”
“And I have a right to be upset.”
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Shugarl hardly cared for what most consider ‘etiquette’ or ‘being considerate’ when he openly rolled his eyes. This human woman was finding issues in things where it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t understand where most of her sarcasm was coming from, but he could surmise she was likely overthinking his words- like many humans have done in the past.
“Yes, I would forget you are a Princess for humans when that’s all you speak of every waking moment as if your rank of nobility means anything to me.”
He scoffs. Honestly, it mattered little if she was getting upset with him. She was getting mad on her own, forcing her expectations onto him without any rhyme or reason. She may be a Princess, but she was not the nobility that he swore his fealty to. The royal lineage in Hell were the ones who could command him to act according to their wishes, not some cocky Princess who thought too highly of herself to assume her rank meant anything to a Demon who spent years tyrannizing human souls that were cast down to Hell from Sin.
He’s only seen sinful humans who were the subject of his torment, a job that he was quite good at. So, to him, humans were practically little playthings.
“I’ve come to realize that you’re intelligence stat is lower than imagined. I’d never claimed Demons can’t care.”
How she came to think of such a thing was beyond him as he could recall everything he’d said and he insinuated no such thing.
“I only said that I don’t care for you in the way you seem to want. 𝔇𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔷𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔩 𝔪𝔢, 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫.” His golden eyes shine bright and his voice gets incredibly dark, laced with a type of danger that made the birds perched on the nearby windowsill fly away out of fear.
He turns to look out the window again, watching as the birds flew away.
“Yes, you’ve every right to be upset.”
He knew well enough that his abrasive personality was such that most would be upset with him. Even Demons would oft find themselves heated after spending some time with him. Jealous of his ability and his capabilities, no doubt.
“I too have the right to despise the human who believes she’s entitled to deserve the affectionate care of another King’s subject. Foolish.”