Finding Home In The Devil [Algos/Vanyel]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~

He really didn't know what to do with himself, did he? Twas' almost like Vanyel was a child lost in a world of play with the looks of amazement the male gave the visage of the mansion. Still, it did her heart rather good to bleed such affections into existence. For a finite time, her loneliness could be eased to a degree. While still lingering like a nagging sore, the woman's inner-isolation could find some solace in the investment of others as her royal desires continued to boil to the surface.

"I'm a person of great possession. I can consume the darkness of this world without end, and I can devour the light if I see so fit. Right now, making you feel loved brings my heart glee, so I want to continue to possess that feeling for my own."

Kindness drenched in selfishness. The root of her spirit was a foul thing, wasn't it? Yet, in spite of that, the woman accepted the shades of internal greed. A soul is more complicated than any particular element of evil or good. So the hues of self-desire were intermixed with colors of selflessness as the art of affection was a game of giving and taking.

"Do you not find the allures of demon world oh-so-much better than the gems of the human realm? You are more at home with the heart of a demon than your own kind. 'Tis almost as if you are better suited to be one of us than your own breed..."

It honestly felt nice to feel like this, to have something like this manor done for him and Calypso, to make him happy. It only served to fuel that child-like wonder and amazement that he had, and kept him with a smile on his face. He really hadn't ever had anything this extravagant and amazing, and it made him feel special. It made him feel like he was truly a part of something, a part of the kingdom, this family -- he felt like he belonged somewhere. Whether or not that was a good or a bad thing, he didn't know.

He listened intently as she spoke, and it only served to stir more strange emotions in his heart. Knowing that making him happy brought happiness to Algos, for some reason, warmed his heart. He didn't really know what that made him, but, to him, that caught his interest. It made his heart swell with emotion, even if it was a strange mixture of kindness and selfishness. He didn't mind that, though. It was, as if, for every act of selfishness, there was also an act of selflessness within it. For him, it was sort of...appealing.

But, what she said next prompted him not to answer right away. His smile faded as curiosity filled his heart and mind. He did truly feel at home with the Demon World -- more than he had with Earth. with how many bad memories it held for him. But, what she said next only drew him in further. Despite this, he continued to rest and lean against her, turning to face her as he spoke.

"Are you implying somethin'?"

His words were laced with curiosity and concern. It was a very specific thing to say, and it certainly caught his attention.

But, if that meant what he thought it meant...well, he wasn't really sure what to think.

Humanity brought with it a sense of self-loathing, did it not? The world of the human race was quite divided even as the likes of the demonic hand lessened it's grip immensely. So, to have someone as earnest as Vanyel in her grasp meant that there was something in the blood of demon-kind which was far more alluring than the limited and finite root of mankind. Therefore, she had her lone claw flick the forehead of the male as a low, raspy chuckle emitted from her devilish mouth.

"Why don't you just become a demon then if you love us so much?"

Why beat around the bush? The woman felt blunt honesty was the best way forward in her path of being quite the devil. It was hard to attain the trust of those who hid behind a myriad of different smoke-screens, half-lies, and falsehoods. To be charismatically upfront, show the ugliness of your soul and to be unafraid of what the world thinks brings those who you desire to be at your side far more effectively than any type of deceit ever could. So, along these lines, Algos continued:

"They've forsaken you, forgotten you, and pushed you to the cliffs of rejection with this possessive demon that is me. Why not go all the way, become that which your lover is and embrace her on a level never before possible when you two are divided by the barrier of being different species?"

There it was. It was exactly what he thought it was.

Even if he already had an idea of it, the moment that his suspicions were confirmed, Algos would immediately be able to sense a spike of uncertainty, a deeper level of concern, and pressure from the human. The Seal of Eris being based on the emotional creatures that were demons didn't help, as it only served to add to that feeling of pressure.

It was true that, in the end, humanity had forsaken and forgotten about him. He was a nobody, likely even detestable to many humans for who and what he associated with, those associations leading him to seek further and further asylum with those who accepted him. Yet, the thought of turning into something new, potentially throwing away who he was -- throwing away his humanity, no matter how much it disgusted him at times -- it scared him.

What would Calypso even think of it? How would this affect his feelings towards her, towards Algos, towards the Eris Family as a whole? Many questions -- some being simple, some being far more complicated -- swirled endlessly in his head, despite how little he moved or did anything physically.

"I..."

He paused, his gaze turning to the floor. Despite everything he had gone through, there was still a strange attachment to his identity as a human, to feel human, to be human. To have all of that change and to potentially throw it all away -- it was terrifying to him.

"I'd...need to think about it more and talk to Caly about it, to see what she thinks."

It wasn't as if he was going to ask permission from Caly to do it -- not by a long shot -- he simply wanted someone else's thoughts on the matter, someone to guide him and help make the choice that he felt was right, as it was by no means a small decision, and he wanted to make sure that he was certain of whatever choice he would come to make.