The Crucible. [Bidaum/Inami]

Tch. As much as he'd like to Bid'Daum couldn't deny the woman's words. At least not currently. Strength. In this moment, as far as he was personally concerned, strength was all that mattered. If he had possessed strength greater than Inami he would have denied, and overwhelmed, her nature with his own the moment she attempted to spread that filthy influence of hers within his domain. But for now she was stronger than he. Thus even if he wished it Bid'Daum had to force himself to accept that he couldn't deny her words, nor her nature or its influence on his domain. And that simple fact only served to deepen the rage he'd felt since reawakening.

Alas much like himself it seemed as if Inami cared not whether she truly offended Bid'Daum or not. Especially if her reactions to his words, and temperament, were anything to go by. Rather than be offended by him it seemed that the demoness was rather amused, if her brief bout of giggles & laughter were anything to go by. She really wasn't to affected by his words at all. And her next statement proved that very thought.


Chaos. Order. Two words that could quite simply be attached to his domain. More so once someone truly understood it. For Bid'Daum's domain wasn't one, nor the other. At least not on their own. Within the Tower chaos, and order, existed together in an endless dance. And it was this dance of chaos and order which allowed Bid'Daum to be as carefree as he was in his rule over his layer. Thus in the end Bid'Daum couldn't truly get angry at Inami for her choice of words in this moment. If anything it proved to him that, for now, she didn't completely understand his domain. And he was perfectly fine with that.


Such a statement, to him, was nothing but a mere half-truth. Slowly it was becoming more obvious that Inami didn't quite understand him as much as she had thought. At least not new frame of mentality he has possessed ever since his defeat, and death, at her hands. While once he would have agreed that he was powerful these days Bid'Daum knew, and had experienced, otherwise. Compared to those with real power he was but a blade of grass in the wind. Alone. Now that one, unexpectedly, hit him. While not a complete truth in of itself, claiming that Bid'Daum was alone, wasn't entirely false either. Aside from Gwen he had no other companionship. No friends. Nothing. And until it was quite simply put before him he had never considered that he was in-fact alone.

In that moment Bid'Daum hadn't paid mind to the moment of attention Inami had brought to the single scar he'd allowed to mare his blemish free skin. His mind going over her previous point whilst the demoness continued to speak.


A king? How laughable. He'd never considered himself a king. Nor a ruler. Not truly. If anything Bid'Daum, from the moment he'd become the Rakshasa of Gluttony, knew he was simply a powerful force keeping those weaker than he under heel. If anything his domain went by what was natural for demons. Those with strength, those with power, ruled. Simple as that. If one could not defeat him, and take his place, then he'd continue to rule his domain. But did that make him a 'King'? Not in his eyes. Thus such a statement, from a demon as powerful as she was, only brought a brief bought of laughter to the pale rakshasa, his ribs visibly shaking from each laugh. But yet again her statement carried a truth to it. In comparison to the world outside of his domain his power was vastly outstripped. Something he had already been forced into acknowledging. Thus those particular words hardly bothered the demon.

After that Inami finally began to lay things out onto the table. It was at this moment she finally began to reveal just what she wanted to gain by coming here. To him. And as she spoke, briefly going over each and every point she wished to make, Bid'Daum stood and listened. With each point now out on the table Bid'Daum would be a fool if he denied that some of what she offered interested him. How could it not? Outside of a particular ability the rakshasa had never considered that the Hell Train would ever travel elsewhere. That prospect alone was enough to spark the ravenous hunger deep within his being. An increased population upon his train meant an increase to the buffet of souls he could feed from. And more to consume was almost always a good thing.

An open trade agreement. Something like that didn't bother him one way or the other. That kind of thing was Gwen's turf. And she'd simply go along with what he wished. Thus, as long as such an agreement maintained mutual benefits for both sides, Bid'Daum was fine with it. Of course assuming Gwen was as well. But he'd disclose such things to her later on.

And finally. A powerful ally. Even if she used the word comrade he knew better. The most they could possibly consider one another at the moment of agreement, was an ally. Becoming comrades would take time, and trust.

Then at last the demoness got to what she wanted from him. And for now it seemed to be simple access to his domain for... disciplinary.. needs. Now that, despite his current mentality, intrigued Bid'Daum. For all she offered all Inami wished was such a thing? Realistically... The only downside of such a situation, that he could see, was Inami herself. If she so chose to do so, going against their agreement would be trivial with her strength. In the end she essentially was offering him land, economy, an ally, and any potential souls sent his way from her own domain. It really was all benefits with no real downside. It merely required one single thing. Trust.

Tch. This kind of situation was the last he'd expected. The moment he'd felt her influence on his domain, and the power she held, Bid'Daum knew things could go bad real fucking quick. But in the end Inami did the least expected thing. Put forth a bargain that realistically only truly benefited the one she was bargaining with. All he had to do was trust her. Simple as that.

And it was that simple thing that now had Bid'Daum groaning in frustration as his eyes searched for any sign of deception within Inami's own. Though he knew that if she wanted to deceive him she'd likely be able to, and he probably wouldn't even have the slightest hint.

In the end Bid'Daum could only think of one thing to reply to Inami with. "What a fucking woman." The rakshasa would state quite simply, a sigh escaping his lips as a hand ran through silver-white locks. "I've got a simple question. Why?" Bid'Daum would stare directly into Inami's eyes as the question was asked. He didn't need to state anything more. Given the things she offered, and what she wanted in return, the woman should know exactly what he had meant upon asking a simple 'Why'.