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[ By the time Sebastian reaches out in Communion, he’s already felt the fullness of his rage and taken it out. Viciously. It’s an occasion where he’s grateful for what Ryad provides, lest he had to express it in a more troublesome way.
Sebastian’s usual affect is warm and friendly, if with a polite distance, but today, it’s ice cold. His Communion is always expressed as something dark, but there’s a secondary sensation that comes today as well. It’s the unsettling sensation of being watched that makes someone’s hair raise. After all, there’s uncountable eyes in that abyssal dark. ]
I shall be brief. Someone broke into my home a few days ago and left a “gift” most unwelcome. A Shard belonging to someone from my home. Yet, though I kept it isolated to inspect it further, that did not seem to matter. It infected the Shard that Lady Yima gave me. A Shard that is now no more, for it burst. The soul that was in that little rock is no more.
[ His voice becomes more tense at that last sentence. It’s clear he’s very intentionally holding back his temper significantly. ]
I make this announcement for my fellow Zenites’ sake that they might destroy any they come upon immediately. Also to inform them that there is a way for these Shards to be tampered with that has been exploited. But let me also be clear.
I will find whoever was unwise enough to step into my home and play with my pet. I went through great lengths to obtain that soul, and I do not take kindly to being robbed of it. But there is no need for threats beyond that, is there?
[ So he says, but it’s crystal clear—Whoever it was, they’re in grave danger if they’re discovered. ]
Sebastian’s usual affect is warm and friendly, if with a polite distance, but today, it’s ice cold. His Communion is always expressed as something dark, but there’s a secondary sensation that comes today as well. It’s the unsettling sensation of being watched that makes someone’s hair raise. After all, there’s uncountable eyes in that abyssal dark. ]
I shall be brief. Someone broke into my home a few days ago and left a “gift” most unwelcome. A Shard belonging to someone from my home. Yet, though I kept it isolated to inspect it further, that did not seem to matter. It infected the Shard that Lady Yima gave me. A Shard that is now no more, for it burst. The soul that was in that little rock is no more.
[ His voice becomes more tense at that last sentence. It’s clear he’s very intentionally holding back his temper significantly. ]
I make this announcement for my fellow Zenites’ sake that they might destroy any they come upon immediately. Also to inform them that there is a way for these Shards to be tampered with that has been exploited. But let me also be clear.
I will find whoever was unwise enough to step into my home and play with my pet. I went through great lengths to obtain that soul, and I do not take kindly to being robbed of it. But there is no need for threats beyond that, is there?
[ So he says, but it’s crystal clear—Whoever it was, they’re in grave danger if they’re discovered. ]
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probably for the best. ]
Oh no, I would never suggest you merely shatter an enemy. [ A scoff. ] That is for the short-sighted, and wasteful.
[ YEAH. SILCO. ]
No, you do not need to justify this to me. In fact, I was more curious how the concept of it could be turned to other things. Though, I suppose it's an exercise in hypothetical since we do not know what was done to them. I just wonder if there is a way to take from them, what was taken from you, in a similar fashion.
[ He miiiiiiight just be enjoying thinking about torturing some faceless rando. Just Devil/Demon Things. ]
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However. As he’s here in Kowloon just outside of Ryad, he can’t exactly deny the impression he’s getting from Raphael’s thoughts. It does feel good, and especially at the moment. ]
…I suppose it’s not impossible. But Shards are harder to come by than most things.
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[ After all, it is not sympathy Sebastian will get from Raphael. It's just a soul, after all. They're a dime a dozen, to him. It may be his, but surely it is a space easily filled? His Savant's mind is more interested in the puzzle — figuring out a new way of torture — and learning how to do it intrigues him. Raphael, after all, is less... strictly adherent to the Meridian versus Zenith question at the moment. He has his preference, but should the winds of change turn elsewhere, well. He will not hesitate. ]
If you are not able to level that particular torture on your target, I wonder what equivalent suffering you will choose to inflict instead.
[ and can he watch ]
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…At least until the latter part. That’s what gets Sebastian’s attention to essentially refocus, since it’s bait, and good bait too. He’d keep his thoughts to himself for the most, but for another like him? ]
Equivalent? Hardly.
[ For their kind, vengeance is different. It’s a perfectly normal social dynamic in Hell, plural or otherwise. So, his presence in Communion turns a little more intense, though he’s still vague and brief. The abyssal darkness edges in, since he doesn’t need to keep it at bay so much. ]
I will make them pay that price until I am satisfied, not until it is equivalent.
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(He had considered, what he would ask for. Perhaps the pitch-black soul of his father to crush in his hands personally? Or perhaps, just maybe, he would show ambition, and ask for the shard of Asmodeus himself to consume?)
Regardless, the flicker of enjoyment is subdued, understanding how angry this must make Sebastian. The insult alone would certainly motivate him. ]
Ah, I do hope that they learn what an enemy they have made of you, then. A proper punishment, then.
Then again, they should have considered that, before they insult a demon, hm?
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[ Raphael’s easy, understanding acceptance at least does a little bit to soothe the upset that Sebastian feels. It’s not because he finds any particular comfort from Raphael himself, but it’s nice to simply say it without having to worry about appearances or what mortals may think. He cares about those things deeply, but sometimes you just want to rip someone in half. ]
I take it that if I ever discover this unlucky culprit you would like to watch?
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Then again. Demons. ]
Would you call me a voyeur if I said yes?
[ Does that sound flirtatious? Unfortunately. ]
Yes, I think I would enjoy that, should you be amenable.