A day where
he got it was one he usually felt most at peace in, but it also stirred other
more unnerving emotions that he chose not to discuss with anyone. Even talking to his own devil was out of the
question. Fumus had too much pride to admit weakness that easily, or at all and
why should he? This was merely a tiny crack in his great infrastructure,
something most left unnoticed and he liked it that way.
such crippling flaws within himself and push his deep-set feelings to the back of
his mind the deity indulged in burying himself in paperwork or his more…violent
methods, like delivering what he deemed corporal punishment to his delinquent
It was a
routine that he often engaged in. The
screams of agony, the tremble of fear in their voices when they begged him to
have mercy on them was one of the few things that brought the god a sense of
pleasure, something that reminded him that he still was alive beyond his
rock-hard exterior. A break in the
mundane, the will to dominate and break his creations at will, it was the
little things that amused and appeased him.
billowed through his office, creating a layer of ever-present haze. It almost took on an inhuman presence, and
how any normal being could breathe in such an atmosphere was probably the
biggest mystery of all. This was also
something normal, routine and provided a sense of atmosphere he’d become used
to over the eons.
substance that derived from the name he preferred to be called served to work
against him that day, cloaking the figure of a certain red demon.
this particular demon couldn’t really keep his presence hidden for too
long. He was one who commanded
attention, a man whose mere presence turned heads. From his outgoing attitude to his flamboyant
dress, Mephir knew how to make a grand entrance.
This guy was
just as bad as his own devil. No doubt
on some distant level, they were probably either great friends or loathed
enemies due to their similarities.
sighed to himself. His kind didn’t visit
often, and by that fact alone he knew his day was already going to be longer
than usual. If this guy didn’t leave
with a fist in his face by the time the day was over, it would be a miracle.