Dance with the Devil

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Legion gave her a thumbs up, but the moment be placed his head on the pillow, he started feeling very sleepy. "Just talk, I'll talk back..."

"It's rare, like animals being born completely white or black, but it does exist," she explains. "We used to have one in the family. It helped around the house."

"okay..." Wendigo laid next to him. "Man that's so cool..."

"so... do you want to talk about something specific or-?"

"I'm not sure how many of them are still out in the wild, though," Ris continued. "I've only seen a few after the civl war."

"We can talk about many things..I like talking about mobians." "I'll find one. I'm good at finding rare things"

"We're a weird bunch, I'd say. We bend nature's laws pretty much all the time, yet we're surprised when it fights back..." Legion told her. "Most of us don't even know magic or other realms exist. I mean, we look up to the stars and dream of travelling to them, but that's pretty much it..."

Ris liked his confidence. "We can go there right now, if you want. Belial can probably handle things on his own," she said. "Plus, there's also Azzar who, sooner or later, will join him during his speech."

"Yeah we are real weird but that's fine. But as we truly real? Or just part of someone's imagination." "I don't think it's a good idea to leave him alone. We should wait"

Her saying that actually made open his eyes wide. "That's... that's actually a pretty good hypothesis," he told her. "Maybe we really just are and someone watches everything we do. In that case, I hope we give them at least a few good giggles."

"Yeah, you're right," Ris agreed. "Hell's not going anywhere, but if this meeting goes wrong... Just remind me later, okay? I really wanna go with you."

"Yeah I hope they stay interested. After all if they ever lose interest they just kill us off." "Dont worry I won't forget"

"Hmph. Didn't know you were interested in philosophy," he said. "I think there'll always be something interesting about us mobians. If not now, maybe in the future."

"Alright, I think I got it," Belial proclaimed. "Two more hours. Nervous, so nervous. I really don't want to say something dumb and ruin this one chance we have."

"mobians are so...Easy to change...They could become monsters or food...Islts so weird." "Please don't say something dumb..."

"It really is. I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks this."

Belial nodded again and read through the speech her written a couple of times. As a judge, he was used to speaking in front of large crowds, but this was different.

Instead of deciding the fate of one person or a small group, he now had the fate of an entire realm at his shoulders. Even as the Devil, he had his own little army of underlings.

"I wonder why that is though..." "Don't worry you'll do fine. Just relax. Showing your nervous will make them think you are not confident in what you are saying"

"If you really think about it, everything we do is just a response to some basic need. Food, water..."

Belial nodded once more, trying to keep calm. Maybe he should go for the good old trick of picking a spot in a wall and staring at it instead of the audience.

"When do you want me to join in?" Azzar asked. "If you want me to join, that is."

"Best idea would be if the two of us were there at the same time, but that's require both of us knowing the speech and-" A pair of Azzar's smaller tentacles snatched the speech from the Devil and he memorized its contents almost instantenously.

"It's fine, y-you can keep it." The devil mumbled as Azzar tried to return the paper.

"yeah you're right. We all have similar needs but our wants is what makes us truly different. Not out physical appearance." "You scrared?" Lillith said to the devil.

"I can't agree more. Can't believe I almost missed out on the conversation by nearly falling asleep."

"The paper smells now," the muttered. "I know that smell and that's the thing that absolutely terrifies me."

Azzar crossed his sleeves. "We voidlings don't smell. We don't even have a nose."

"it's just me rambling. I don't know much. " "Well azzar you have a interesting smell on you." Lillith said .

"I don't mind. I actually really enjoy talking with you."

The Devil pointed at Lillith and then at Azzar, holding his nose.

"Wash your appendages. With water."

"Water does not exist in the Void," Azzar continued, oblivious to the Devil's hand gestures. "We have no need for cleanliness."

"Really? Recin would always get anoyed. He'd always say I sound like an old mage talking about things I shouldn't. " "There's nothing wrong with a bath azzar. It'll make you smell good."

"I think you bring up some solid arguments, if nothing else. You know may not know much, but you know how to get a point across. I appreciate that."

"I'll consider it, though I don't see any use in it."

"Thanks. But I'm still just a Wendigo. And all I want to learn is that cool Ice magic." "You'll feel better. Warm baths I heard are nice."

"Heh. I kinda expected you'd already know it, living in cold areas and whatnot."

"It has been... decades." The devil vomited a little in his mouth.

"Just take the bath and stop being such a baby. We still have time."

"mobians live in cold areas...They don't know ice magic..Neither does the wild life.." "come one it'll be fun"

"Well, the mages will arrive shortly. Maybe one of the ice mages will take you under his or her wing and teach you."

Azzar was nervous. "I-I really don't like being without my robes. It's not a pretty sight."

"You sure I could ask one? Won't they be scared or something?" "It's OK. I don't love you because of your looks anyway"

"Oh, right... I kinda forgot you're a wendigo for a moment there."

"Let's get this over with, shall we?" Azzar told Lillith. "Sooner done, sooner... you know what I mean."