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Inviting a Guest (For chiron_survivor!)
((Directly following up to these two logs Here and Here! ))
As much as Abysa wills it not to, time continues to pass; minutes, to hours, and hours to days go by as the priest contemplates his next move. One day alone was lost to fervent prayer at the hanging banner of his Lord of Guilt, and later taken to his proper shrine elsewhere in the massive, maze-like dwelling he has made home. His Dark Lord's answer came with both relief and fear, knowing that if the priest wished it, he could visit his realm any time, to turn himself in for this breach of conduct. Yes, that about confirms the presence of a sin! That in losing his temper, Abysa had used a particular magic in a way it is not meant to; He stole complete control of another's body, and without permission!
The day after that is fraught with anxiety and procrastination as Abysa decides if this will be the right course of action. Absolution by Guilt's court will be permanent and final in the cosmic scheme, but it cannot force the victim to forgive the perpetrator, or restore any of that lost trust. He spends much of the day at the bedside of his sleeping charge, relieved that at least, he seems to be dreaming peacefully. This magic too, this spell of suspended sleep that can leave a mortal in dreaming near-indefinitely, should not be used in this way, and the demon knows it, he just needs time. Abysa also knows that his eventual sentence may be too brutal for a mortal to witness, or 'witness', since his poor patient's eyes are yet to recover fully. This leaves him at a loss for his next step. If only he had better perspective, a mortal one, perhaps...
During the night, he is pulled out of his thoughts as he hears a muffled 'clunk' on the floor of Micolash's soft blanketed room. Looking over, the demon spots Henry the cat, busy pushing at objects on the desk with his paws. A book or two, a roll of bandages, and a sealed potion bottle have journeyed quite close to the edge, ready to join whatever it was that had taken the first plunge.
"Ah, you have been neglected without your master to entertain you. My apologies, Henry, but these belongings are not toys-" He begins to say, floating over to see what had fallen, and notices that it is his new 'tablet'. Now, it is not made of stone as he might have expected, but is a delicately encased device with a display screen that projects images and symbols. In other words, it is a communications rectangle, or a 'phone', and a brand-new one at that, purchased almost immediately after his and Micolash's last outing.
"Henry, you clever beast! I had forgotten I now have a means of communication! Not to mention, a new contact." Indeed, Abysa made his purchase with the specific purpose of inviting a guest at his leisure. He pokes at the device until the screen activates, and is caught up in the moment of learning to navigate the interface of this shiny new piece of technology, until he finds the contact list. There is one name on it so far: Adia.
She seems like such a kind mortal woman, and her helpful nature might aid Abysa in finding the insight he needs, but the demon still finds himself hesitating for a time. Even kind mortals may change their natures, especially if he is to admit of the events that transpired... But surely she might see that Micolash had been wearing down his patience and his graciousness with ill intent? Even then, if she were to take the human's side, it would only assure Abysa that facing punishment is the correct course, and then he would need someone to watch Henry while taking a visit to Hell! Maybe she would be up for that! Henry is an innocent in all of this, after all, and quite a charmer.
With one long finger, he delicately taps the screen in deep concentration, writing a 'text' message to Adia, detailing an invitation and some instructions:
Awfully formal for a text message, really. It took up two bubbles! Abysa lets go of the device, allowing it to float beside him as he goes back to watching his charge sleep. Nothing to do but wait, now!
Henry knocks a book off the table.
As much as Abysa wills it not to, time continues to pass; minutes, to hours, and hours to days go by as the priest contemplates his next move. One day alone was lost to fervent prayer at the hanging banner of his Lord of Guilt, and later taken to his proper shrine elsewhere in the massive, maze-like dwelling he has made home. His Dark Lord's answer came with both relief and fear, knowing that if the priest wished it, he could visit his realm any time, to turn himself in for this breach of conduct. Yes, that about confirms the presence of a sin! That in losing his temper, Abysa had used a particular magic in a way it is not meant to; He stole complete control of another's body, and without permission!
The day after that is fraught with anxiety and procrastination as Abysa decides if this will be the right course of action. Absolution by Guilt's court will be permanent and final in the cosmic scheme, but it cannot force the victim to forgive the perpetrator, or restore any of that lost trust. He spends much of the day at the bedside of his sleeping charge, relieved that at least, he seems to be dreaming peacefully. This magic too, this spell of suspended sleep that can leave a mortal in dreaming near-indefinitely, should not be used in this way, and the demon knows it, he just needs time. Abysa also knows that his eventual sentence may be too brutal for a mortal to witness, or 'witness', since his poor patient's eyes are yet to recover fully. This leaves him at a loss for his next step. If only he had better perspective, a mortal one, perhaps...
During the night, he is pulled out of his thoughts as he hears a muffled 'clunk' on the floor of Micolash's soft blanketed room. Looking over, the demon spots Henry the cat, busy pushing at objects on the desk with his paws. A book or two, a roll of bandages, and a sealed potion bottle have journeyed quite close to the edge, ready to join whatever it was that had taken the first plunge.
"Ah, you have been neglected without your master to entertain you. My apologies, Henry, but these belongings are not toys-" He begins to say, floating over to see what had fallen, and notices that it is his new 'tablet'. Now, it is not made of stone as he might have expected, but is a delicately encased device with a display screen that projects images and symbols. In other words, it is a communications rectangle, or a 'phone', and a brand-new one at that, purchased almost immediately after his and Micolash's last outing.
"Henry, you clever beast! I had forgotten I now have a means of communication! Not to mention, a new contact." Indeed, Abysa made his purchase with the specific purpose of inviting a guest at his leisure. He pokes at the device until the screen activates, and is caught up in the moment of learning to navigate the interface of this shiny new piece of technology, until he finds the contact list. There is one name on it so far: Adia.
She seems like such a kind mortal woman, and her helpful nature might aid Abysa in finding the insight he needs, but the demon still finds himself hesitating for a time. Even kind mortals may change their natures, especially if he is to admit of the events that transpired... But surely she might see that Micolash had been wearing down his patience and his graciousness with ill intent? Even then, if she were to take the human's side, it would only assure Abysa that facing punishment is the correct course, and then he would need someone to watch Henry while taking a visit to Hell! Maybe she would be up for that! Henry is an innocent in all of this, after all, and quite a charmer.
With one long finger, he delicately taps the screen in deep concentration, writing a 'text' message to Adia, detailing an invitation and some instructions:
Dear Miss Adia: I, Abysa, humbly request a visit as soon as you are able. The matter is urgent but not life-threatening, and for which I would appreciate the opinion and perspective of a mortal in advising a course of action. If you are able to, respond to confirm your attendance, and instructions are to follow:
Arrive to the Nexus, and wait at any spot you wish, but send your location to me. I will arrive shortly to teleport with you to my abode. Any additional accommodations such as food, hydration, medical care, and so on can all be provided on request. If you decline this invitation, there is no need to give your location, nor will you be beholden to any grudge or ill will. Yours Truly: Abysa, High Priest of Hell.
Awfully formal for a text message, really. It took up two bubbles! Abysa lets go of the device, allowing it to float beside him as he goes back to watching his charge sleep. Nothing to do but wait, now!
Henry knocks a book off the table.
Huge Infodump Ahead
"Perhaps, fate sensed this venture was a selfish one. I wanted to, ah, know if humans, even evil ones, could change their ways. If given enough kindness, and patience, and guidance, that they could rehabilitate, learn compassion, and empathy and goodness. Perhaps, I especially wanted to know if an evil one could learn... If I may, I wish to tell you of my reasons in full, and it is quite a long story." Abysa stares down at his cup for a moment.
"Please do not take it as cynicism or disparaging you personally, when I say that humans are... Well, they are, so very capable, of wickedness. Perhaps it is due to the brief lives they have, or that they live in the midworld, which is so rich in magic, and in life, and everything else, that encourages their volatile natures. Perhaps it is because they are the favoured of the Heavenly Ones, and so the instinct for cruelty has become innate. And to us demons, humans are a menace, who have struck us down time after time, since the universe was young." Abysa's cup and saucer slide away from him once more, and he leans over the counter, looking back at Adia (or more or less close to where she is, it takes a brief moment for her blurred image to come into focus, like a camera lense).
"I spent my entire life working towards a mission of peace between our realms. If mortals and demons, earth and hell, could establish a truce, and even make amends, no longer would my people be forced to cling to the domains of our beloved Dark Lords for protection. Humans use demons, summoning us into their world and bound into servitude, or draining our very life to channel what they call 'black magic'. If mortals could cooperate with demons, they would no longer need to take from us, but only borrow our strength, and given the right offerings, they could call upon greater powers still without hurting and killing us.
"One Dark Lord fought me on this more than any other: my dearest Lord of War. I stood for peace, and he embodied his domain in every sense. So unalike were our goals that it delayed our courtship. And so when I went to earth, I took along my beautiful Lord War, thinking it would be a lesson for him too. I would show him that peace was not impossible, as I would show humankind too." As he finishes that last bit, Abysa shakes his head once, sadly.
"It worked, for a time. I showed humanity the benefit of cooperation, and in turn, War and I, we helped change the course of an entire civilization to exist in harmony with demons, and to prosper... I cannot stress enough, how tirelessly I worked to show humans our true selves, our capacity for kindness and generosity, how War learned to see how mortals live, and how their lives were not so different from ours. We built a great kingdom together, unified, without violence, without pillaging or oppression, and I thought then that I had succeeded where others have failed." With the way Abysa's tone grows solemn, and how he clasps his hands together while reminiscing, it's easy to tell what comes next.
"Upon the day we were meant to establish peace between that kingdom and of War's domain officially, humans betrayed us. My dearest Lord War was beheaded in front of me. They wielded holy Light, and conspired with Heavenly Ones in secret for the chance to destroy him, as he has opposed humanity without ceasing and without dying for eons. But, this was the one time he extended his hand without a blade in it, the one time I convinced him that peace could be obtained... He was so gentle, and so hopeful... We gave to them everything, and in the end, we received nothing but the ends of their blades. So in his place, I defied them, and then I too was slain." Abysa bows his head.
"I had made a grave error. Not just in trusting humans, but also in believing that they would abandon their lot as servants of the Heavens. Heavenly Light will ever scorch the body and soul of every demon, Lord to Lesser, and so mortals will always take the side that will triumph with might and force. When I discovered the Nexus, a place where the many worlds intermingled without that universal constant, I thought perhaps this was my chance. I could make peace here, I could find proof that humans are not destructive and wicked by nature, but instead predisposed to cooperation and kindness, if they could only learn..."
"And then I found Micolash, dying, on the steps of that great Library. Within him I sensed such horrors, such deep, terrible secrets... His mind broken and body failing. The perfect 'project', where I would teach him to be good as I healed his body and his spirit, and so give me renewed hope in return. Only, I went in knowing it may very well be impossible. I think part of me wanted it to be so. It would be so very easy to give up my dreams, Miss Adia. I have no reason to suffer eternally, believing I can defy the very universe, when that same universe created me with the intention of being an obstacle for humans to destroy." And hopefully, miss Adia has not fallen asleep once Abysa reaches the end of his tragic tale, for he is still leaning forward, face now tilted up to look at her. His mouth is a small line on his face, his form looking strangely meek, as his posture droops and he draws his arms close to him.
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Of course, the Cylons are not exempt from blame, either. So very much like humans in that regard. But she recognizes the struggle, the desire to find peace but the fear that it is forever out of one's grasp.
And the hope that within the cruel heart of one's enemy, there is something worth saving.
"Oh, Abysa..." What can she say about his self-sabotaging plan to rehabilitate Micolash that he hasn't already? "I can't say that I understand much about angels or demons. We don't have either. But we've had our own struggles. It took... oh, it took so much death, but humans and Cylons found their peace together. I don't think it's out of line to look for proof that humans can learn to be kind..."
She sighs tiredly.
"But you picked a real doozy of a case. And I say this as someone who tries to see the good in everyone. His intentions aren't as cruel as his actions, but he gets so defensive if you suggest that he might be responsible for the suffering of others. And even after all this time, I don't think he understands that he's out of his world. That whatever twisted rules he learned to live by, they don't apply in the Nexus."
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"Perhaps that is another key point, then. He must learn that this Nexus is not a Dreamland plane, and that many worlds exist that are not necessarily like his own. I noticed that he is curiously myopic for a scholar, and I wonder if appealing to a more curious and adventurous side of research will help him to understand." In fact, Abysa catches himself thinking of possible ways to go about this, and he almost seems cheered up, a brief smile flashing across his face before he remembers and turns serious once more.
"Of course, first, I must apologize to him, and continue with his healing. It saddens me to know there is naught but time that stands between his eyes regaining sight, and his heart regaining trust. It was my error that caused this slight, but suppose I use this situation to ask him what grievances he holds inside?"
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"I think he'd like that. Honestly, anything that exposed him to other points of view would be helpful. The Nexus is... well, even I thought I was dreaming, when I first found it. It wasn't until that I'd been off-world a couple times that it truly sank in that my world was one of many, and the same rules didn't always apply."
So long as he keeps his hands to himself when meeting any new non-humans...
"Yes, you should ask him. Just... don't be surprised if the answer doesn't make sense at first. He doesn't see things the way we do." And yes, she means it when she says "we". Abysa may be a demon, a consort to to the Lords of Hell, but she feels like she understands his motivations a heck of a lot better than the caged scholar's.
Although, now that her mind returns to Micolash, she can't help but feel a little guilty. Their last conversation ended so poorly; maybe some of this could have been avoided if she had tried harder to be his friend, to hear him openly instead of insulting his relationship with the Great Ones. "Abysa? I want you to know something. If you're not planning to give up on Micolash, then neither am I. Okay? If there is some good in him, maybe I can help you find it."
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"To meet a human who is already genuinely good and kind is rare, but I believe I have had the fortune to meet one in you, Miss Adia! And not a moment too soon, I should think. Ever since the Harvest Festival, I have felt my confidence waning. Ah, and waking Dear Micolash will still be ever so difficult, yet I find my fate and his a great deal less uncertain now." Having a clear, mortal-advised plan seems to be bringing cheer back into the demon's voice and demeanor, as he rubs his hands and eases back to his usual constant smile.
"For all my sorrows and toil, I would truly regret not giving my care of Micolash my all, and so I must, and having support in this endeavor will only increase the chances of success. If there is anything you should want for in compensation for your advice, please, be not afraid to ask."
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Looking up into his smile, she shakes her head in response to his offer of compensation. "I want to help you as a friend, I don't need anything in return. Although... well, I would not mind your counsel, as well. Something happened to my in my Nightmare. That Great One I mentioned, the one with the dozen eyes. It put a rune into my brain, and now... things are different for me. Not bad! Just... different. Different enough that I'm hoping to talk to a mage friend for some guidance. But I wouldn't mind your thoughts on the matter, either. I imagine you've heard Micolash talk about these runes. Do you know what they do to a person, other than simply teach them a word in the Great Ones' language?"
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"I have heard of these runes, though I do not possess one myself, and I have speculated quite a bit based on what I know of similar things. To start with, the rune you bear is conveyed in the form of a symbol, yes? And this symbol may evoke imagery, or sound, or scent, or stimulate most any sense, as they are, ahh, this may sound nonsensical, but they are like words that predate language itself. And so thus runes are almost like spells in the sense that knowing them causes a tangible effect on the person who has memorized them, as you have already noticed. This is because their utterance is to speak of fundamental, primordial qualities of the universe itself." Abysa speaks also to himself as well as Adia, pausing between sentences as he seems to consider his words.
"I suppose you could say, because some of this Great One's wisdom has been given to you in the form of a word that it speaks, and by knowing this symbol that represents that word, your brain has now been able to pull at reality just enough to alter it! It is fascinating, really. As a High Priest to my dearest Lords, a great deal of my work involves interpreting similar messages and what it means for my people to know them."
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"I wish I had talked to you about this first," she admits with a sheepish look. "Micolash didn't bother explaining anything to me, although we communicated with our runes. He has the same one as I do, a moon rune..." She trails off, frowning. "Makes me wonder how he earned it. The only way he tried to help the Brain of Mensis, so far as I can tell, was to try putting it out of its misery."
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"I know OF this Brain of Mensis, but dear Micolash is reluctant to explain what sort of Great One it is. I can only assume, since you share a word it knows, that you have met it or something similar?"
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"I either met it or a... a projection of it, in the Nightmare," she replies. As for what sort of Great One it is, she hesitates to reply. It feels a little underhanded to dish out more of Micolash's mistakes, especially when she promised to be a better friend. But how will Abysa ever hope to rehabilitate the scholar if he doesn't have all the facts? "It's not a typical Great One, it's the result of an experiment at Micolash's school. A class of students attempted to... ascend? Join him in the Nightmare? I'm not entirely sure of the details. But... something went wrong. Very wrong. I know that part, at least, wasn't Micolash's intention at all. He tried killing it, but the Brain only reforms. He tried praying to Kos, some say Kosm... but she didn't answer. So he... he used the Brain as some sort of guard for the school, projecting its aura to keep away trespassers." Her mouth turns down in disgust; she can't help it. A dozen lives or more crushed into some endlessly suffering creature, hoisted above the school gates like a bloody mascot. "So far as I know, that's where it still is. I only gave it a small break from its pain."
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"I suppose that matter will need to be addressed later. I have no doubt that my beloved Lord Guilt will be able to advise me about the process of absolving such acts. Micolash carries with him a great many sins, and they weigh him down, and they slow, if not outright halt his progress. As much as I would like to hold him accountable, this situation we have currently is of a great priority. Ah, the process of saving one soul is never so simple, let alone the souls of many, as all things are connected in some way." It does pain Abysa to wait, knowing something out there may be suffering, but if he has learned one thing, it's that he cannot shoulder every burden at once. Even a High Priest must pace himself!
"That is not to say I will not create a plan to aid the poor thing. If I am able to learn more, or even meet it, I might be able to gather enough information to relay to the Temple for a plan of healing... Or if necessary, severing its manifold consciousnesses to return to the Sea. One of my beloved Dark Lords is Death, and amongst demons, Eyeless Demons have long pioneered technology and magic regarding the cycles of life and death. I am confident that in time, all loose ends may be tied. Then leaves the matters of the present..." He tilts his head, now leaning with his cheek on one palm as he sighs.
"Despite being his 'nurse', I find myself knowing much too little about his previous life than I would prefer, and it seems you may be able to fill in even more blanks in this regard? You know just not of this Brain of Mensis, but of Mergo too?"
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The fact that Abysa wants to help the Brain of Mensis, too, fills her with a warm hope. But that hope is tempered with experience. "That's very kind of you," she says, her hands resting on the counter's edge so she isn't tempted to fidget. "I'm sure your Lord of Death is very wise and powerful, but the Brain is from a different universe than yours. Not all of the same rules may apply."
But, anyway. Back to the matter at hand, Abysa's primary concern. "I only know what he told me, which wasn't much." She rubs the back of her head in embarrassment. "I thought he had maybe kidnapped a baby... I mean, I guess he did, but..." She clears her throat. "It sounds like he was another Great One who was created rather than... um, already existing. It was his Nightmare that Micolash was hosting before he came to the Nexus. I don't really know any more than that."
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"Just before, or perhaps just after Mergo's birth, Queen Yharnam was slain by her own, and Mergo too did not escape the bloodlust. Ah, but Great Ones do not live and die as mortals do; the poor thing's little consciousness had persisted all this time, lingering with its mother who also could not rest. It seems the queen exists in a state of undeath, unable to rest after her violent death, or maybe her marriage to a Great One has given her eternal life? But yes, Micolash not only abducted a child, but did so from an eternally grieving mother." With that the priest sighs and folds his arms once more.
"Her situation was similar to mine, as a bride of a god. Yet he still could not fathom my distress at her entire story."
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"I'm sorry he couldn't understand why that would make you upset. It makes me upset to hear, and my life is nowhere near that sort of situation." She looks up at him worriedly. "Has he said at all what's happened to Mergo, now that Micolash is no longer hosting his Nightmare? He may be a Great One, but he's still a baby..."
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"From the way he tells his story, I believe the Hunter that struck down Micolash was sent by a higher power. Micolash described them returning to his loft again and again, despite being slain by him a great many times. And keep in mind, as Micolash was then a host, he was unable to die in the dreamlands as well, until this particular hunter managed to best him. I must infer then, the Hunter was perhaps sent by another Great One to dispense justice upon Micolash and his Nightmare. And well, to slay Micolash is but one step, and the second would be to liberate little Mergo, with whatever method that would take..." He does frown briefly.
"Ah, but Great Ones do not simply die. No doubt Mergo is adrift in the dream, free of its shackles, or it has been returned to its mother. Either fate is most preferable to being held captive by a madman..."
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"I wish we could talk to that Hunter. Or someone reasonable from his world. When he talks about Yharnam, it's always through such a biased lens. The village sounds awful, honestly, but there must have been some people who communed with Great Ones and didn't go mad, or get turned into... something else."
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Finally, Abysa sits up and looks around.
"Well, I believe we have finished our tea. Shall we make our way elsewhere? Even if dear Micolash slumbers still, would it not be nice to meet little Henry at last?"
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The offer of a little tour brightens her expression. "Sure. I'd love to meet Henry."
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"With this, he is sure to take to you quickly. Well, and with Micolash asleep... He has not been spoiled for a few days. It will be a reward for his patience." Abysa lets go of the bag, and it floats along behind him as he makes his way to the kitchen doors.
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The bag of cat treats is immediately recognizable for what it is, and puts a smile on her face. She slides off her seat and follows her host. "Micolash takes care of him?" She thinks back to the glowing slug creature that lives in the caged scholar's head, how delicately the man handled it, treating it with genuine affection. A glimmer of humanity in that troubled mind. "I'm glad they get along."
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This walk is not as long as the one from the portaling room to the kitchen, though they do make a couple of turns through the halls that make gauging their location in comparison to each other difficult. As they continue, the overall feel of the place seems to grow warmer and more lived-in. There are long rugs stretching down the floor, sometimes a faded painting or two is encountered on the walls, and the doors all appear to be in better shape too. Even the air feels decidedly less cold and uninviting!
The hall of their destination is the nicest of all, all of the decor is new, from colourful rugs to hanging pictures of varying landscapes, some resembling earth's scenery, some more fantastic in nature. The sconces glow with a warmer light as they activate from Abysa's proximity. And finally, they arrive at a particular door. Unlike the others, the door appears to be made of metal, with a variety of locks on the outside (none are locked at the moment), and well-sealed. It's a bit of a comical sight in comparison to the little cat-door that is directly next to it. One with a flap and everything.
"I hope you do not mind... I did want him to watch over dear Micolash, and so we will be in his room. I did make sure it was spacious, and his bed is curtained."
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After the pleasant modernity of the kitchen, a return to the dungeon halls is not the most welcoming transition. The rugs and paintings help, and after a time it feels more like she's walking through a confusing old manor than some bizarre bunker created for a purpose that not even her host seems to know.
She stops short at the metal door; she had not expected that she would be meeting Henry in Micolash's room. It feels a little intrusive, and it is with great uncertainty that she replies to the demon, her fingers winding into the ends of her scarf and tugging nervously. "Um... well, if you think it's okay..." It's not like Micolash can be accidentally awakened, right?
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Micolash's room seems comfortable enough; it is roomy, decorated mostly in clean pale grey from floor to ceiling, and the bed in the corner has indeed been obscured by thick curtains. The curtains seem to clash a little, as though they had come from a different room, deep blue in colour and decorated with white and silver stars. The closer one looks, the easier it is to note that there are no sharp corners present on any of the furniture, from desk, to chairs, to shelves, to bed. The corners of the room have been rounded off as well, and the floor feels plush and pillowy when walked on.
"Oh, Henry? We have a guest, if you would kindly show yourself- Ah, you are right there! Perfect." Abysa floats on in with the bag of treats behind him.
On the desk, straight ahead from the door, sits a cat in typical pear-like form. Its green eyes are open and watching Abysa as he floats on over, before turning to look at Adia. Its pink nose twitches a bit as it seems to sniff in her general direction. Henry appears to be round of face, slightly stocky in build, and mostly white save for a few orange spots and an orange tabby tail. The orange splotch on Henry's forehead has an eyelike pattern on it, and the spots on his back look vaguely like the eyes, nose and mouth of a skull-like face. Coincidence, of course! Henry is just a cat that happened to be raised in Hell.
"Good boy..." Abysa rubs at the cat's head with his long fingers, and Henry seems pleased with the attention, leaning into the touch. Once scritches are given, Henry goes back to eyeing Adia.
"This visitor is a friend, a human named Adia. And Adia, this is Henry! Is he not a lovely feline?" Abysa seems proud for Henry's sake, giving a beaming smile.
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Despite the reassurance, it takes her a moment for her to follow Abysa into Micolash's bedroom. She peers at the comfortable decor, noticing the lack of sharp corners anywhere. It reminds her a little of a small child's room, which is better to think about than the likely true reason why everything around her is so soft and harmless.
Henry is much more pleasant to look at. What a handsome kitty! "Hello," she says to him with a warm smile. She walks over and offers her hand for him to sniff and hopefully find acceptable for scratches. Henry will find that she smells like a lot of interesting things -- beach sand, winter snow, pine needles, warm flannel -- as well as the lingering smell of a nice cologne. That must be from someone else, Adia isn't wearing any artificial fragrances.
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Henry takes his time sniffing and taking in all the smells, his pink nose tapping her hand a few times. The feline cannot voice his opinion, but he is quite fond of the warm smells, and less so of the cooler, pine-like ones. Eventually, he finds her hand suitable for his needs, which are scritches on his soft cheeks, turning his head and pushing himself against her fingers.
"Ah, he is taking to you. I knew he would. He is a polite little gentleman." Abysa looks over and smiles softly.
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