❛@hiighwarlock ❜ ― “ i'm not sure i know who i'm supposed to be anymore. ”
𝙍𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙐𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 emotions so deep within his being, but Magnus had always managed to bring out whatever feelings he was capable of experiencing, so it shouldn't be surprising that the sound of his child's distress had once again tugged him forward. ❛ Oh, my beautiful boy... ❜ he cooed, walking closer to the warlock, reaching to cup his cheek with a cold hand. Gently, he caressed Magnus' cheek bone with his thumb, his mind taking him back to the first time he had laid eyes on the boy.
❛ Let me see your eyes, Magnus. ❜ Asmodeus asked. A foreign softness to the low cadances of his voice, his own eyes reacting to the question and revealing their real colour. Gold and green, pupils slit like those of a cat; or a venomous snake. Eyes unique to them only, eyes that spoke of whom they were.
As an angel and then a demon, Asmodeus had never truly experienced human emotions. They were strange to him, even in all the time he had walked the earth, he could not understand them. Angels and demons, they understood basic emotions; the need to protect, rage, hunger, lust but love was not one of them. The closest thing Asmodeus had ever felt akin to that was the warmth in his chest when he was around Magnus' mother. Warmth that he felt now around Magnus.
And because of that, he felt the need to try to soothe his child. To for once try to understand his human side, the side of his child he'd never truly relate to, but owed to Magnus' mother to care for. ❛ You're my son. You're the High Warlock of Brooklyn. ❜ The Greater Demon stated, a small smile on his impressive face. ❛ Who you're supposed to be? Now, that's up to you to decide, child. ❜ A part of him, the one that had been thoroughly corrupted by Edom, wanted him to talk Magnus into a darker path, the other part of him, the one that shone with angel grace craved for him to shackle his son into the path of heaven. So, Asmodeus did neither.
❛ Beings like us, we are beyond expectations, son. You can be whoever and whatever you want to be, but you're not expected nor supposed to be anything other than yourself. Whatever that might mean. ❜ Asmodeus sighed, gently patting Magnus' cheek and taking a few steps back.
❛ Would you like to share what has you questioning yourself like that? ❜