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[cutlery]

[ 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. ]

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[narsinssist]

[ The echo of a laugh flickers through communion, enjoying the promise. Of course he did, because while Raphael may be weaker than Sebastian, he was a devil, and they were the same. Would Raphael do the same thing? Of course he would! Though he did not know of much that could be offered by Zenith that would be so valued.

(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?

[cutlery]

Precisely.

[ 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?

[narsinssist]

[ He gets it, really.

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.