Being summoned wasn’t it, though. That was practically business, and though his realm was tied to Earth, it hadn’t been outside of belief that another place would be able to call upon him. Of course, he’d found it incredibly rude to do so without asking and striking up a proper deal, but that complaint had been quickly set aside. After all, as strange and new as the world was, he was remarkably free there. There was no need to tie himself to a soul, to strike up a Covenant—He could simply do as he wished without being beholden to the mortal he would end up eating. And in a world with people just as “strange” as he was, there was plenty to appreciate.
Ancient as he is, he deeply appreciated novelty, and the people of that new world had provided so much of it. He’d met people from distant planets, creatures that were just as “mythological” to most as he was, but most interesting of all to him were the gods. Part of the fascination was simple irony, and that’s what led him to them in the first place. He simply found it amusing to be on good terms with beings that any religious text would consider to be mortal enemies. But personally, they were also closer in how they thought of the world than he was to humans. Though he would hesitate to use the word, surely he was friends with some of them.
Yet. There was one that stood in a different category.
He’d been more than pleased to meet Ereshkigal, and had been immediately interested for the simple fact that her society was so much older than the rest. When she had ruled, he’d practically been a young man, so far as that mattered for demons. His interests hadn’t really turned to humanity yet, since that wouldn’t come until the height of the Old Kingdom of Egypt. But as he learned about her, that interest had shifted. There was a tragedy to her situation, yet a profound dedication to the duty of that despite it. A nobility and a loveliness. It was the exact sort of thing that made his teeth almost ache for wanting to see if he could push even a goddess into the sort of soul-darkening lapses that he adored cultivating.
But when the time had come to part that shared nexus of worlds, he’d taken her hand and placed a courtly kiss on her knuckles. With a somber smile, he’d told her that he hoped that they would meet again. He’d meant it, for once.
It’s what led him here. He’d simply seen an opportunity in the fluttering of the barriers between realms, and he’d taken it. Like following a thread through a labyrinth, he’d felt certain by the time his feet touched the ground in this new realm that he’d followed her trajectory correctly. The world itself was at least largely familiar to him, since Earth had quite the dominance amongst them, he’d found, so he’d made his way to ancient mountains and deserts.
Humanity may have forgotten about a deep, dark cave and the significance of it as it curled down into the Earth, but he hadn’t. It was said to be the entrance to Kur, and though he couldn’t know the truth, it seemed as good a place as any. He’d learned some of what her world worked upon (and had been confused by it, but—), so the proper place seemed key. By the time he made it to a great chamber which seemed to dip down into an endless abyss, that seemed as if it could be ideal.
He dims the light of his lantern, since really, he doesn’t need it. His eyes shrine red with a light of their own as he looks down into the dark, and first, simply, he calls out: ]
Lady Ereshkigal?
[ Just as he’d referred to her many times before, polite and deferential. But, as there’s a ritual to these sorts of things, he continues with something more formal, in case it’s needed to reach her ears. ]
Queen of the Great Earth—I’ve no offering but myself, but should my words reach you, then that hope I expressed may too. It is Sebastian Michaelis. I am here to see you again.
[ Since times immemorial, has the goddess tirelessly worked for the sake of humanity. Never has she known joy or happiness, never has she allowed herself to stray from her path. Every second of her existence was spent dedicated to her divine task. Mortals could not hope to comprehend such sacrifice, and neither can he.
It is here, at the end of everything, that the demon is looking down upon her sleeping form. So beautiful, so pure, so radiant... An existence so antithetical to his, simply beholding her burns the depths his very being. From a demonic perspective, her sacrifice is naught more than folly. Why live if you do not enjoy every moment life has to offer? Why nurture a world that is but a prison for you? Her wisdom is an affront to the very fundamentals of the world she claims to protect.
Is he feeling pity in this moment? Disgust, perhaps? Or could it be base lust, as demons are wont to feel? Who could look down upon such a goddess and feel nothing? No, the sensation stirring in his chest is unlike any he has known before. It is something new, something that burns as much as it consumes.
Time has stopped.
Nature is still, as if waiting with bathed breath for what the demon shall do next.
He should kill her. Now is a chance that shall never come again. And thus does he-- ]
... Huh?!?
[ Ereshkigal looks up from the book she had been reading in a quiet corner of her Underworld when she hears a voice calling to her. W-Who would dare calling her during one of her rare breaks? And just as the story had been getting interesting! That doesn't sound like a Gallû Spirit... Could it be an interloper? Outside of Ritsuka, that hasn't happened in ages!
And now he's talking about offering himself? Seeing her again? She doesn't know anyone by the name of Sebastian Michaelis! Heck, she could count on her fingers the number of people she knows...!
That's intriguing... Well, she supposes the book will still be there for her next break. She stands up and clears her throat before taking a deep breath. Okay, time for the scary goddess act. ]
[ And lo! From the darkness, the goddess emerges in front of the demon. She does her very best to look as charismatic and scary as possible... Her hood is pulled up when she shows up, she is holding her massive spear and a mask covers her features. That's to ensure even if he says something that takes her by surprise, that won't show! ]
Interloper... [Her voice is really deep and grave! She's trying anyway. It's probably reminiscent of how she introduced herself to him for the very first time back in that other world.] You claim to know me, yet your soul is one that has never slept within the halls of Kûr before!
[ She can tell he's not human... Mhm. Did he lose his way and come here from another Underworld? If the other death gods start sending souls her way, that won't do! ]
[ As soon as she appears, his eyes widen slightly in surprise, because he wasn’t completely sure how well this would work. At least where he’s from, the division between the human world and everything else is so rigid that he’d fully known that this could be for nothing. It could simply be a plea into the dark, since even if she could hear him, that didn’t mean she could come to meet him. So, it’s the mildest of relief. His whim hadn’t been for nothing.
…But he doesn’t smile for it. This is a moment of déjà vu, but it’s a disappointing one. He wouldn’t describe their relationship as one of close friendship, but he had at least intuited how much she treasured such a thing. The lack of recognition is obvious knowing that, because surely she would at least take off the mask if his face sparked even a little bit of memory. That firm, proud tone only confirms it.
His expression flickers from that surprise to a soft, gently disappointed frown, but the latter is an expression he wears intentionally. This is still something he could work with. ]
Ah— Please, excuse my insolence.
[ He offers an apology that’s simultaneous to bowing his head low, then dipping elegantly to kneel on the ground before her. He’s more than willing to play the servile act in general, but it’s also prudent in this case. It’s simply wise to not offend a goddess, since there are plenty of tales about how poorly that goes, but he expects that being gallantly polite will go far with her in particular. ]
It is as I said. I have traveled far in the hope of meeting you again. It is… Perhaps foolish of me to have not considered that you would not hold onto such experiences, but I could not forget. It is a world away, but…
[ He trails off, pausing intentionally, then dips his head a little lower. He feels that it’s enough of a hook to catch her interest, but he also wouldn’t push his luck. ]
Forgive me. Should you wish it, I will leave. I would not be so presumptuous as to ask your attention as a stranger.
[ Under normal circumstances, this should have indeed been impossible. Earth and the Underworld should be separated in this world as well... If not for the absolute mess that's been happening on the surface. She's had so much work lately, it's a miracle she's been able to free some time to finish her novels. She wonders if that man is related to it all, perhaps?
... ... ... ... ... ...
He is surprisingly polite and kind, but she can't just let her guard down. Nergal's Shadow had been so polite and had treated her so well, only to steal her memories and lead her to end her own existence. And his next words bring that particularly painful memory to the forefront of her mind. ]
...?!
[ She has lost her memories again? Thank goodness for her mask, if not for that he would see just how shocked she is! But how?! Could it be that what happened last time has left her prone to memory loss? No, that's not possible... She really wants to ask him what he means with that, but if she sounds too curious and surprised, it'll be very undignified. A perfect goddess should always be composed, in control of herself and absolutely radiant! ]
Hrm. [She clears her throat before speaking.] You have my permission to stay, interloper.
[ It's not like she's taking any risks. And she never has visitors, she can't just ask her first visitor in an eternity to leave. Doing the deep voice and talking like that is getting annoying though... But she can't let up lest he thinks she's a failure of a goddess! ]
Explain thyself, interlopeeeeer. [She's really rolling on that word to sound scarier!] What is this world you are speaking of and those experiences I could not hold onto?
[ She is very curious. If he speaks the truth... Does that mean it happens to her often? Is she having secret lives outside the Underworld she forgets immediately all the time? That sounds just like the plot of some bad novels she's read. ]
[ Ah… He’s very glad to have his head deferentially bowed when she really makes a show of it. His lips thin into a tight line to hold in a laugh, and that definitely wouldn’t help his prospects. It’d be funny in any circumstance, but it’s especially so when he knows it’s just an act. Really… Perhaps he should have given her lessons on how to be a bit more intimidating? Not that it would matter now, though.
He composes himself by the time he looks up again, since he takes her curiosity as tacit permission that he can raise his head. His gaze settles on her mask, and just from the little crease in his brow, there’s a sense that he wants to ask something, but he doesn’t. ]
…Then, please, pardon me. What I say is the truth, though I would understand your doubts…
[ And he begins to explain. He tells her about being dragged to another world where people from all sorts of places came to meet. Why, he’d never quite figured out, but it had been a place where they’d both been able to meet people from widely disparate worlds. They’d made acquaintances, friends, and does, and they had all fought together and been given deeper insights to each other, as jamjars are wont to do. Personally, they’d both been freed from their responsibilities and preconceptions there for a time. He was a demon no longer beholden to a human master. She was a goddess able to experience “life” for the first time. He keeps the more personal anecdotes out of it for now, sticking to the more straightforward facts of how they’d come to be there and how they’d come to know each other.
It’s quite the story, but secondarily, he’s quite good at telling it. He’s a skillful speaker and storyteller, so it’s quite captivating. And more shallowly, he just has a very pleasant voice warm and gentle. They’re all intentional, since he’s the sort of demon that cultivates a very particular image, but it does its work well. As he gets to the end of the story, he does pause, though. He laughs slightly, and it’s mostly genuine, since to get to what led him here… It’s ridiculous, and he knows it. He wouldn’t tell the whole truth of it, but in its broadest, most charitable strokes— ]
What happened precisely, I could not tell you. But there was a chance that we would meet again, and that was worth crossing from my world to yours. If you do not believe me, I understand. But, if you would permit me my foolishness...
[ The foolish part being that it was a reckless thing to do. He might not be able to return to his world at all, and he can feel the thrum that runs through this world that’s different. He doesn’t recognize it, but the magic here is more present and potent, and it’s something antithetical to a creature that was weak to it. Could be bound by it.
He needs her acceptance for more than just his whims. It’ll be justification for taking the risk at all. So, he lays it on rather thick for his personal tastes, but Ereshkigal had struck him as a romantic. And a naïve one, at that. ]
It would be a trip worth every step to see your face again, Lady Ereshkigal.
[ Ereshkigal remains silent the entire time. Ah, he is quite the storyteller...! She can't stop herself from listening to him. This man has a way with words that reminds her of the best books she's read! But more importantly, it also reminds her of those evenings spent with Ritsuka in the seventh singularity. His skills when it comes to telling stories are obviously superior to hers, but there is an undeniable element of familiarity here.
Someone who genuinely wishes to speak with her because it is their heart's desire, and not because they wish to gain her favors. It's that it feels like. Or is that - perhaps - just wishful thinking...? ]
... ... ... ... ... ...
[ That's... That's a lot to take in. Normally, she would call it all nonsense, but the concept of losing precious memories is something she's become all familiar with. Honestly, it's a very tantalizing story. She went to another world where she was finally able to live freely. She helped humanity and she even managed to make friends - including one who is so dedicated, he crossed the veil between worlds to find her again!
Of course she'd like to believe it. For someone like her who has spent her entire existence as a pariah confined to her realm... That's like a dream come true. But she's also a goddess. One who is all too aware of the cruel nature of reality, of the darkness that lurks in people's heart. Even with all that happened recently in the human world, she can scarce imagine such a fantastical tale turning out to be true. ]
I...
[ She turns her back to him, feeling as though the mask is no longer enough to hide her emotions. What should she says, what should she do? Should she punish him for coming to her realm and trying to trick her? No, she should at least give him a chance to prove himself, right? Even if that's impossible... ]
You must have been close to me, to go on such a perilous journey.
[ If so, he should know something nobody else knows. The sort of thing she would confide in to someone she's close to. Something she would tell Ritsuka, yet that she never has. Something that has never been shared with anyone. Something that only exists in her mind. If he knows such a thing... Then that would prove his story, wouldn't it?
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ]
What did Nergal's shadow do, and why was he able to do it?
[ "He convinced you to remove your memories of the surface world and of your first friend, and then to erase your own existence."
Should he answer, what she expects is something along those line. But that's not exactly a secret. Ritsuka had been there. Ishtar, Merlin, Dumuzid, Santa-- They all know, and many in Chaldea probably know also. No, the real secret is why he had been able to do it.
"Because I was tired." "Because I wanted my torment to end." "Because he gave me the excuse I needed to finally do it."
Even to Ritsuka, she couldn't say that. But if she spent years in another world, and made a friend so precious he took on so perilous of a journey to see her again...
[ Sebastian watches as she turns away, but that little waver in her voice is enough for him to know that he’s been successful. In fact, he’s quite sure that losing her memories is far from a setback. It could actually be valuable, since without remembering anything about where they had met, it includes those blemishes of his character.
He was careful to show them rarely, since the princely butler suited his purposes far better, but circumstances or difficult conversations still had them appear from time to time. It’s what had prevented them from growing truly closer, since there were those parts of his true character that she had more difficulty with. Now? He could control that narrative much more neatly.
Her question, for example.
It wasn’t necessarily something she had wanted to reveal to him. It had been one of those strange happenings where pretenses and guards were forcibly discarded, and their hearts were laid bare. There were still pieces that had been missing that fit together more neatly now, but he’d learned of the tragedy of her loss that offers the answer to her question.
Of course, what’s to his advantage here is that originally, this had been an exchange, even if neither of them had wanted to share it. She had learned of a monstrous truth of his being—that he ate the souls of the living and completely destroyed them in the process. It’s what prevented them from being closer despite his unfaltering, gentle attention. Now, though? He could erase that hesitation.
It's bold, but he stands. It’s a physical gesture of his certainty as well as some sincerity. ]
His shadow took something precious from you. A beautiful, painful experience. And I believe… That is what you wanted. You did not say as much, admittedly. But you did tell me of your solitude here. I had assumed it must have been like waking from a sweet dream to a cold reality—a starker loneliness.
[ He takes a step forward and places a hand on his chest. ]
One you needn’t keep, should you wish it. I am here for you and no one else.
To hear someone else speak her very thoughts aloud is far more emotional of an experience than she had expected it to be. None of this she ever confided in to anyone. Those things have only ever existed within the darkest recesses of her mind. That is a far more elaborate answer than what she had expected.
And the way he makes it sound, she didn't even tell him about why Nergal's plot had worked. He managed to guess it because he knew her so well... The possibility that he is distorting the story doesn't even cross her mind. The only reference she has for a similar happening is Ritsuka, and she had been both truthful and trustworthy.
That's too much for her heart to handle! Is this happiness? Sorrow? A feeling of belonging? She's not sure, she's never felt like that before. The closest was when Ritsuka rescued her from the abyss. She takes her mask off, her back still turned to him. ]
P-Please don't look, I-I just need a minute or two...
[ She is very obviously crying. Her sobbing it too loud and obvious to be hidden by her sad attempts at controlling herself. B-But she can dry those tears before turning back to look at him! He spoke of having crossed worlds to see her face again, so she should be smiling and radiant when she turns around to look at him. ]
[ O-Okay, she can't make him wait any longer. Deep breathes. She can smile. A big, radiant smile like only a perfect goddess can make! A happy, joyful smile.
And lo... She turns around! Still crying. Still sobbing loudly. But she's trying so hard to keep it all inside! ]
I-I'm sorry I forgot you...
[ Is there anyway she can regain her lost memories? Can Santa Claus just give them to her like what happened last time? S-She'll do what she must if she has to! ]
[ It’s nothing that’s technically palpable to him, but he can still imagine it vividly. Emotion is flavor to his tongue, so the ebbs and flows of her feeling are subtle, but still something he’s acutely attuned to perceive. Her cries are another credit to how this story is weaved to her in particular, and therefore, he’s patient. He can wait until she decides to face him, since this is her decision to make.
So, when she does, he bows his head again. It’s politeness, as if he’s trying not to see her tearful face. But to himself, he’s pleased. Surely, that is all it will take. ]
…I appreciate your warmth, but it is a sentiment I must return as well. I shall miss your favor as I knew it, but you have suffered more than I.
[ He takes another step, but it’s as he reaches to a pocket of his jacket. From it, he produces a handkerchief, since it was simply the style of the time that he would be so well prepared. It’s soft, fine silk, and he offers it to her without hesitation. ]
I am sorry that I have brought you such poor news. Despite what Nergal had done, it did not occur to me as a possibility.
[ Which is entirely true. He’d been motivated to come here by selfish desires, so he’d never considered the complications It’s that same desire that motivates him in the small ways too. If she reaches out to take the handkerchief, his other gloved hand settles over hers gently. ]
…So, you needn’t apologize. On the contrary, thank you for your consideration now. It is... a relief to see your face once more.
[ Sniff. Whines. He's so kind and sweet! It's really just like in a book, isn't it? A friend so precious, he's fought against all of creation to be reunited with her! Granted, it still sounds too good to be true... But how else could he know about her innermost thoughts? She's not left the Underworld in so long...
... ... ... Well. She ought to remain slightly cautious, perhaps. Much as she'd like to just embrace this all as one hundred percent true and genuine, and much as he's given her reasons to believe his tale, she's still a deity. She can't afford to leave anything to chance, right? Not for her own sake, but for that of every souls under her care. This is what a queen - a goddess - must do. What is right before what she feels is good for her. ]
T-Thank you...
[ A handkerchief... He is so considerate. Does she deserve a friend like that? She's not sure she would have crossed the veil between worlds, should their situations have been reversed. She's bound by her duties, she would have never cast them aside to go and find a friend, no matter how precious he is.
Does that make her a bad friend? Absolutely!! She has to repay him by offering her the best meal she can get! Which will be... Dust and clay. Okay, maybe she needs to find something else to repay him. ]
Ah-
[ He's put his hand over hers... She closes her eyes for a moment. Everything, everyone she's come in contact with. Her souls. Vessels she's used in other timelines and realities. Things like that. There should be the slightest bit of familiarity, even if she hasn't encountered them in this world, even if their paths are only to cross in the future.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ]
It's faint... But I can sense it. [She smiles and puts her hand over his own.] We've really met. I... I'm so glad...
[ His attention isn’t overly intense or untoward, but only because he’s very precise in controlling his expressions. His gentle, encouraging smile hides the small thrill of this encounter well. It had been a gamble to slip into this realm, but it had paid off. He hadn’t hoped for overly much, since if it hadn’t worked, he could neutrally slip elsewhere and continue his more mundane hunts, but simply holding her hand in his again… He’s determined to have her. Thoroughly, this time.
But that dark, obsessive thought isn’t reflected outwardly, especially with the gesture being returned. He smiles in relief, and he gives her hand a small, encouraging squeeze. ]
I am so very grateful to hear it. Even if it is faint, it is still an honor to me.
[ He bows his head lightly, then laughs warmly. ]
…It is also a relief. I have seen how fearsome you can be as well, so thank you for not smiting me immediately for intruding.
[ He’s teasing, but only just… He imagines that if she were less of a recluse, that’s probably how this would have ended up. He’s quite durable, but he also wouldn’t want to put that to a divine test. But, now. What comes next? Her lack of memory does put a little wrinkle in his initial plan. ]
Admittedly, I had hoped I might help you see the world, as you wished. But I would not ask so much when I am but a stranger to you. [ He will, though. In time. ] It feels a strange thing to ask, but… May we become reacquainted? I scarcely know where to start, but perhaps the simplest is best. I make excellent tea, if I may serve you for a time.
[ Ah, yet another compliment...! Ehehe, of course she'd never smite him - or anyone - just for intruding. What kind of goddess would do that? Only a shameful and undignified one! Why, she probably reigns over the heavens and has no taste when it comes to clothing. Yes yes, she can exactly picture the kind of goddess who'd smite him on sight, and that's absolutely not her.
Of course, one could argue those compliments he keeps handing out to her like candies are suspicious... But it's not like he could do anything to her even if he was evil. They're in the Underworld! She's as good as invincible here. What's the worst that could happen? If he tries killing her or stealing her powers, she can just smite him there and then.
But until then, she sees no reason to not give him the benefit of the doubt. He managed to cross realities, that alone is proof of his intelligence. No way he'd do that only to end up stabbed seven times like Ishtar in the old days.Mm, no no. He's smarter than that. ]
Mhm! [Becoming reacquainted is a great idea! Ereshkigal just hopes she won't be too much of a bore... She hasn't had any practice discussing ever since the seventh singularity. Maybe she should ask Dumuzid if he wants to help her work on her social skills. But knowing him, he'll just go away the moment she asks him.] That would be wonderful!
[ And lo: the goddess sparkles. A phenomenon he is probably acutely aware of, even though she's totally oblivious to her own sparkling powers. Maybe it's her divine authority over the sun she's inherited from Nergal? Or perhaps that has to do with the waters of the abyss she uses exclusively for her skincare! The world may never know. ]
Come in, my temple is beyond the seven doors. [She starts leading the way: though she hasn't let go of his hand yet. She probably hasn't realized what she's doing at all.] Though, w-well, I don't have much there, you probably already know that. [She's heard about a service named amazones.ceo, perhaps she could order some furnishing. A bed in particular would be nice, sleeping on hard, cold stone gets a bit exhausting after fifty thousand years.] But the water from the abyss should be perfect for some tea!
[ Black, opaque water. H-Hopefully he is capable of making his own water, or he may just end up killing himself with extreme poisoning! She's used to it after so much time, but that's something of an acquired taste, much like clay and dust. ]
[ Ah… She really is cute, isn’t she? The interest that had brought him here may be uniquely demonic, but he’s not blind. Even he appreciates charming, cute things. Or behavior, in this case. The sparkling makes him laugh a little bit, since it’s definitely more dazzling in the dimmer light, but it’s warm and charmed. ]
Then, please, excuse me.
[ It’s another expression of his impeccable manners as he steps after her, and he makes no attempt to pull his hand away. He’s acutely aware that the contact is a rare pleasure for her, so he’s happy to provide it. There’s the manipulative aspect, certainly, but he’s also just a people-pleaser. It’s why he was quick to offer the tea, after all, since even if taking it up had been for the convenience of his previous master, he’d found he liked it, ironically. ]
It is fine. I can make do.
[ Thankfully, he can just conjure his own tools for that purpose. Though he’d certainly use whatever she has, if only for the novelty.
…So, he might get minorly poisoned. It’s fine. His constitution is (conveniently) tough enough to handle it. A second pot might be with water of his own creation, though. As they go, he offers a light explanation, since he feels it’s a good lead into conversation. It’s a bit strange, like an especially odd déjà vu, but he doesn’t actually mind treading through old conversations again. ]
—I was a butler, previously, and my master was extremely particular about having his teatime. It at least made me quite adept at brewing a perfect pot, no matter the conditions. [ because ciel was a little tyrant that (correctly) bullied him into it ] Abyssal water is a new one to me, admittedly, but I rather enjoy a challenge.
[ After a little bit, they pass by the seventh gate, and then: ]
There we are, it's my temple.
[ ... What she calls her temple is just a wasteland filled with spear cages as far as the eye can see. There are elevated layers the further from the center the field spreads, each separated by primitive columns. It feels like sitting at the bottom of a reverse pyramid. Only in the very center are there no cages.
Indeed, Ereshkigal's personal space is a rather large circle at the center of it all cut from the field of souls by a river of black water: the primordial abyss, from which life once sprung and where all souls are meant to eventually return. ]
T-This is a work in progress! Eventually, there will be a sprawling city here that rivals that of the surface world.
[ It's been a work in progress for fifty thousand years, but details. It's not like she can afford to build a nice temple for herself... There are more souls everyday. The priority is to build a house for every souls that come down here. What she needs and wants... Well, that's not a priority at all.
She sits on her throne (basically stones put together in the vague shape of a big chair) and waves for him to sit on the seat Dumuzid usually uses when he's forced to come and stay down there. It's noticeably far more comfortable and luxurious than hers.
... T-That means she lets go of his hand, but it's fine! She's glad he didn't call her out on that. ]
Your master...? I-I hope you didn't abandon anyone important to you to come see me. [Is that the guilt and feeling of being a burden settling in? That sure is.] In fact... I realize I know next to nothing about you... [She looks down, her smile fading. She feels so guilty for having forgotten. Why did she forget and not him? Is there something wrong with her? But she tries to put on a more confident smile.] But I want to know everything about you! W-Well, everything you would have once trusted me with, of course.
[ Sebastian takes in the sight, and he’s equal parts impressed and, well. A bit less than impressed. On the one hand, the cages and how they’re all structured is impressive, and maybe even dazzling, in a slightly macabre way. It’s the sort of structure that can only exist in the realm of the supernatural, and he appreciates the odd beauty for that.
For her personally, though… He understands her loneliness a bit better, certainly. The wonder is impressive in the way that an art museum is impressive. It’s not really an ideal place for someone to live. No wonder she’d been a bit reluctant to describe it in full detail and why she’s a bit embarrassed now. He takes the seat she indicates, and his hand does linger along the detail of it. He doesn’t miss the disparity in what she makes for others versus what she has for herself. ]
It is charming.
[ He means it, since it’s all a bit like her mirror, at least to him. Sebastian looks back at her, and he shakes his head slightly to her concern. ]
Oh, no, it is— Well, it is unfortunate, but it was a consequence of our time away rather than anything to do with my coming here. The contract I had with him faded when I was brought to that odd little world, so. It was not by my choosing, certainly, but my business with the young master concluded.
[ Which is simple convenience for the narrative here because otherwise, yeah, his hungry ass would not have left…………….. ]
[ Getting to know each other does come with a practical demonstration of the most pertinent, at least. Her guilty smile is met with a warm, understanding one, but it’s very much at contrast to the “gesture” it comes with. With a little turn of his hand, shadow creeps up from the eaves where they live. They’re sharply whorled things and unnatural, but since this is her domain, she might sense the nuance of what they are. They come off exactly the same as Sebastian himself—like it’s an extension of the man before her. And yet, they form into a quite solid, elegant (and pitch black, because of his aesthetic preferences) café table dotted with a sophisticated table setting for tea. ]
Perhaps you already know… I admittedly do not know how it works, for my senses for such things are very dull indeed. But despite my appearance, I am not human. This is for convenience.
[ He imagines that’s quite understandable, since that was something he’d been pleasantly surprised by in general, not only with her. With an assortment of inhuman people, there were more than a few that also took on a conventional, human appearance for the simplicity of it. He could appear to her as he truly is as a result, but… He finds the conventionally attractive appearance to be more useful than something monstrous. ]
But it is useful for my visit as well. Do you have a particular type of tea you enjoy? Or if you have some here, I shall use that, should you prefer it.
[ Ah... She nods at the mention of him not being human, and listens as he explain what happened with his master. It's kind of sad, isn't it? After all of his work to save this other world, he lost his place in his own reality. She wonders if the master and servant relationships work the same in his world than it does here...
He must be some sort of familiar. In that respect they're not all that different. So long as she's using that vessel after all, she more or less fall under the same category. ]
I figured as much. A human wouldn't have been to undertake such a journey on his own.
[ Whatever is happening on the surface has really done a number to the fabric of reality for this to be possible at all. What is happening? She's not sure, Ritsuka hasn't summoned her yet. Probably out of Saint Quartz.
And on her end, she's been too busy handling the unusual high influx of souls to look into it. Which, in itself, tells her something real bad is happening. She'd meant to go and help, but she can't do a thing unless she's summoned. Sniff. ]
And- Ah, I have never tried tea before, so I'll trust your judgment.
[ She's pretty sure it'll be good, no matter what he chooses. And his ability to extend himself to create furnishing is pretty amazing. That may be the start of an explanation as to how he made it here. She can imagine how such an ability would be employed both for defense and offense. ]
... So, what are you? [A demon? That makes the most sense for a familiar, since she's fairly certain he's not a heroic spirit.] How did you manage to come here? Were we close before? [They must have been, or he wouldn't have journeyed so far only to see her. Though she wonders how it's happened... She has such a hard time seeing herself open up and make friends. Yet it did happen with Ritsuka, and clearly it happened one more time with him!
She seems to realize she may have been asking too much though and smiles awkwardly.] Ah, sorry... I guess I got carried away. You don't have to answer all of those questions.
[ Not even tea? He’s surprised, and it shows briefly, but that quickly gives way to a look of thoughtful concentration. That means picking something quite excellent for a first cup, in his opinion, but there are so many options for that… He’s tempted to quiz her and get a sense of her palate to make as excellent of a suggestion as a sommelier might for wine, but the questions at least stop him from going that far.
(She really has been isolated down here, hasn’t she?)
There’s another swirl of dark shadow into his hand where a small tin appears this time. With a gentle laugh to her apologies, he begins on the preparations. ]
Oh, it is no trouble. Why, were our situations reversed, I am certain that I would be asking as many questions, if not more. It is a curious thing, after all.
[ The tea preparation is meticulous, at least how he undertakes it, but that’s second nature now, thanks to Ciel’s particular tastes. Even with the complicated, elegant process, he answers smoothly as if it weren’t difficult at all. ]
Well, roughly in order, then. I am a demon.
[ And though he has some expectations that this isn’t a problem for her, he does look at her briefly to measure the reaction all the same. “Demon” was a rather loaded thing to be with many preconceptions. Not unfair ones, entirely, but still. It’s good to know where it lies. ]
And getting here was not terribly difficult as a result. Part of my work involves being summoned between my realm and the mortal realm, so I have some familiarity with the veil between them, to use a metaphor. I sensed a shimmer of weakness, so… If there were ever a time to attempt to find you, that seemed to be it. The shimmer itself, I cannot explain, for I do not know what caused it, but I am grateful for it. That, and good fortune, since it did not seem impossible that I might end up somewhere unintended.
[ His eyes are back down on the tea for the last question. He’s carefully, precisely measuring out the tea into the strainer, but it might come off as genteel bashfulness with the little smile he wears. ]
…And for the last. I would dare to hope so, though I would not presume your heart.
[ She doesn't mind him being a demon. There are lots of really good demons out there! While obviously she needs to be wary because they're the opposite of the divine, they are in no way more dangerous than gods. Why, deities are often obnoxious and insufferable!
Once again, she listens to everything he has to say. Hm. So they were close, he just is way too respectful to dare and say it. He's really a kind and polite demon. ]
[ N-No, pull yourself together, Ereshkigal! While crossing realities to find a simple friend you're somewhat close to may be a bit excessive, there are definitely people who would do that! Such acts aren't reserved to romances!
That's the power of love we're talking about here, there's absolutely no way she would have forgotten him if that was the case! Holding hands?! How shameless! What is she thinking about? Yes, it is an enticing thought to imagine there is a world where she was loved... But she doesn't even know him! Or at least, she forgot him.
Get it together, Ereshkigal! Don't allow yourself to slide into depravity with such horrible thoughts! ]
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Being summoned wasn’t it, though. That was practically business, and though his realm was tied to Earth, it hadn’t been outside of belief that another place would be able to call upon him. Of course, he’d found it incredibly rude to do so without asking and striking up a proper deal, but that complaint had been quickly set aside. After all, as strange and new as the world was, he was remarkably free there. There was no need to tie himself to a soul, to strike up a Covenant—He could simply do as he wished without being beholden to the mortal he would end up eating. And in a world with people just as “strange” as he was, there was plenty to appreciate.
Ancient as he is, he deeply appreciated novelty, and the people of that new world had provided so much of it. He’d met people from distant planets, creatures that were just as “mythological” to most as he was, but most interesting of all to him were the gods. Part of the fascination was simple irony, and that’s what led him to them in the first place. He simply found it amusing to be on good terms with beings that any religious text would consider to be mortal enemies. But personally, they were also closer in how they thought of the world than he was to humans. Though he would hesitate to use the word, surely he was friends with some of them.
Yet. There was one that stood in a different category.
He’d been more than pleased to meet Ereshkigal, and had been immediately interested for the simple fact that her society was so much older than the rest. When she had ruled, he’d practically been a young man, so far as that mattered for demons. His interests hadn’t really turned to humanity yet, since that wouldn’t come until the height of the Old Kingdom of Egypt. But as he learned about her, that interest had shifted. There was a tragedy to her situation, yet a profound dedication to the duty of that despite it. A nobility and a loveliness. It was the exact sort of thing that made his teeth almost ache for wanting to see if he could push even a goddess into the sort of soul-darkening lapses that he adored cultivating.
But when the time had come to part that shared nexus of worlds, he’d taken her hand and placed a courtly kiss on her knuckles. With a somber smile, he’d told her that he hoped that they would meet again. He’d meant it, for once.
It’s what led him here. He’d simply seen an opportunity in the fluttering of the barriers between realms, and he’d taken it. Like following a thread through a labyrinth, he’d felt certain by the time his feet touched the ground in this new realm that he’d followed her trajectory correctly. The world itself was at least largely familiar to him, since Earth had quite the dominance amongst them, he’d found, so he’d made his way to ancient mountains and deserts.
Humanity may have forgotten about a deep, dark cave and the significance of it as it curled down into the Earth, but he hadn’t. It was said to be the entrance to Kur, and though he couldn’t know the truth, it seemed as good a place as any. He’d learned some of what her world worked upon (and had been confused by it, but—), so the proper place seemed key. By the time he made it to a great chamber which seemed to dip down into an endless abyss, that seemed as if it could be ideal.
He dims the light of his lantern, since really, he doesn’t need it. His eyes shrine red with a light of their own as he looks down into the dark, and first, simply, he calls out: ]
Lady Ereshkigal?
[ Just as he’d referred to her many times before, polite and deferential. But, as there’s a ritual to these sorts of things, he continues with something more formal, in case it’s needed to reach her ears. ]
Queen of the Great Earth—I’ve no offering but myself, but should my words reach you, then that hope I expressed may too. It is Sebastian Michaelis. I am here to see you again.
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It is here, at the end of everything, that the demon is looking down upon her sleeping form. So beautiful, so pure, so radiant... An existence so antithetical to his, simply beholding her burns the depths his very being. From a demonic perspective, her sacrifice is naught more than folly. Why live if you do not enjoy every moment life has to offer? Why nurture a world that is but a prison for you? Her wisdom is an affront to the very fundamentals of the world she claims to protect.
Is he feeling pity in this moment? Disgust, perhaps? Or could it be base lust, as demons are wont to feel? Who could look down upon such a goddess and feel nothing? No, the sensation stirring in his chest is unlike any he has known before. It is something new, something that burns as much as it consumes.
Time has stopped.
Nature is still, as if waiting with bathed breath for what the demon shall do next.
He should kill her. Now is a chance that shall never come again. And thus does he-- ]
... Huh?!?
[ Ereshkigal looks up from the book she had been reading in a quiet corner of her Underworld when she hears a voice calling to her. W-Who would dare calling her during one of her rare breaks? And just as the story had been getting interesting! That doesn't sound like a Gallû Spirit... Could it be an interloper? Outside of Ritsuka, that hasn't happened in ages!
And now he's talking about offering himself? Seeing her again? She doesn't know anyone by the name of Sebastian Michaelis! Heck, she could count on her fingers the number of people she knows...!
That's intriguing... Well, she supposes the book will still be there for her next break. She stands up and clears her throat before taking a deep breath. Okay, time for the scary goddess act. ]
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Interloper... [Her voice is really deep and grave! She's trying anyway. It's probably reminiscent of how she introduced herself to him for the very first time back in that other world.] You claim to know me, yet your soul is one that has never slept within the halls of Kûr before!
[ She can tell he's not human... Mhm. Did he lose his way and come here from another Underworld? If the other death gods start sending souls her way, that won't do! ]
State your purpose.
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…But he doesn’t smile for it. This is a moment of déjà vu, but it’s a disappointing one. He wouldn’t describe their relationship as one of close friendship, but he had at least intuited how much she treasured such a thing. The lack of recognition is obvious knowing that, because surely she would at least take off the mask if his face sparked even a little bit of memory. That firm, proud tone only confirms it.
His expression flickers from that surprise to a soft, gently disappointed frown, but the latter is an expression he wears intentionally. This is still something he could work with. ]
Ah— Please, excuse my insolence.
[ He offers an apology that’s simultaneous to bowing his head low, then dipping elegantly to kneel on the ground before her. He’s more than willing to play the servile act in general, but it’s also prudent in this case. It’s simply wise to not offend a goddess, since there are plenty of tales about how poorly that goes, but he expects that being gallantly polite will go far with her in particular. ]
It is as I said. I have traveled far in the hope of meeting you again. It is… Perhaps foolish of me to have not considered that you would not hold onto such experiences, but I could not forget. It is a world away, but…
[ He trails off, pausing intentionally, then dips his head a little lower. He feels that it’s enough of a hook to catch her interest, but he also wouldn’t push his luck. ]
Forgive me. Should you wish it, I will leave. I would not be so presumptuous as to ask your attention as a stranger.
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... ... ... ... ... ...
He is surprisingly polite and kind, but she can't just let her guard down. Nergal's Shadow had been so polite and had treated her so well, only to steal her memories and lead her to end her own existence. And his next words bring that particularly painful memory to the forefront of her mind. ]
...?!
[ She has lost her memories again? Thank goodness for her mask, if not for that he would see just how shocked she is! But how?! Could it be that what happened last time has left her prone to memory loss? No, that's not possible... She really wants to ask him what he means with that, but if she sounds too curious and surprised, it'll be very undignified. A perfect goddess should always be composed, in control of herself and absolutely radiant! ]
Hrm. [She clears her throat before speaking.] You have my permission to stay, interloper.
[ It's not like she's taking any risks. And she never has visitors, she can't just ask her first visitor in an eternity to leave. Doing the deep voice and talking like that is getting annoying though... But she can't let up lest he thinks she's a failure of a goddess! ]
Explain thyself, interlopeeeeer. [She's really rolling on that word to sound scarier!] What is this world you are speaking of and those experiences I could not hold onto?
[ She is very curious. If he speaks the truth... Does that mean it happens to her often? Is she having secret lives outside the Underworld she forgets immediately all the time? That sounds just like the plot of some bad novels she's read. ]
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He composes himself by the time he looks up again, since he takes her curiosity as tacit permission that he can raise his head. His gaze settles on her mask, and just from the little crease in his brow, there’s a sense that he wants to ask something, but he doesn’t. ]
…Then, please, pardon me. What I say is the truth, though I would understand your doubts…
[ And he begins to explain. He tells her about being dragged to another world where people from all sorts of places came to meet. Why, he’d never quite figured out, but it had been a place where they’d both been able to meet people from widely disparate worlds. They’d made acquaintances, friends, and does, and they had all fought together and been given deeper insights to each other, as jamjars are wont to do. Personally, they’d both been freed from their responsibilities and preconceptions there for a time. He was a demon no longer beholden to a human master. She was a goddess able to experience “life” for the first time. He keeps the more personal anecdotes out of it for now, sticking to the more straightforward facts of how they’d come to be there and how they’d come to know each other.
It’s quite the story, but secondarily, he’s quite good at telling it. He’s a skillful speaker and storyteller, so it’s quite captivating. And more shallowly, he just has a very pleasant voice warm and gentle. They’re all intentional, since he’s the sort of demon that cultivates a very particular image, but it does its work well. As he gets to the end of the story, he does pause, though. He laughs slightly, and it’s mostly genuine, since to get to what led him here… It’s ridiculous, and he knows it. He wouldn’t tell the whole truth of it, but in its broadest, most charitable strokes— ]
What happened precisely, I could not tell you. But there was a chance that we would meet again, and that was worth crossing from my world to yours. If you do not believe me, I understand. But, if you would permit me my foolishness...
[ The foolish part being that it was a reckless thing to do. He might not be able to return to his world at all, and he can feel the thrum that runs through this world that’s different. He doesn’t recognize it, but the magic here is more present and potent, and it’s something antithetical to a creature that was weak to it. Could be bound by it.
He needs her acceptance for more than just his whims. It’ll be justification for taking the risk at all. So, he lays it on rather thick for his personal tastes, but Ereshkigal had struck him as a romantic. And a naïve one, at that. ]
It would be a trip worth every step to see your face again, Lady Ereshkigal.
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Someone who genuinely wishes to speak with her because it is their heart's desire, and not because they wish to gain her favors. It's that it feels like. Or is that - perhaps - just wishful thinking...? ]
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[ That's... That's a lot to take in. Normally, she would call it all nonsense, but the concept of losing precious memories is something she's become all familiar with. Honestly, it's a very tantalizing story. She went to another world where she was finally able to live freely. She helped humanity and she even managed to make friends - including one who is so dedicated, he crossed the veil between worlds to find her again!
Of course she'd like to believe it. For someone like her who has spent her entire existence as a pariah confined to her realm... That's like a dream come true. But she's also a goddess. One who is all too aware of the cruel nature of reality, of the darkness that lurks in people's heart. Even with all that happened recently in the human world, she can scarce imagine such a fantastical tale turning out to be true. ]
I...
[ She turns her back to him, feeling as though the mask is no longer enough to hide her emotions. What should she says, what should she do? Should she punish him for coming to her realm and trying to trick her? No, she should at least give him a chance to prove himself, right? Even if that's impossible... ]
You must have been close to me, to go on such a perilous journey.
[ If so, he should know something nobody else knows. The sort of thing she would confide in to someone she's close to. Something she would tell Ritsuka, yet that she never has. Something that has never been shared with anyone. Something that only exists in her mind. If he knows such a thing... Then that would prove his story, wouldn't it?
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What did Nergal's shadow do, and why was he able to do it?
[ "He convinced you to remove your memories of the surface world and of your first friend, and then to erase your own existence."
Should he answer, what she expects is something along those line. But that's not exactly a secret. Ritsuka had been there. Ishtar, Merlin, Dumuzid, Santa-- They all know, and many in Chaldea probably know also. No, the real secret is why he had been able to do it.
"Because I was tired."
"Because I wanted my torment to end."
"Because he gave me the excuse I needed to finally do it."
Even to Ritsuka, she couldn't say that. But if she spent years in another world, and made a friend so precious he took on so perilous of a journey to see her again...
Then she may have told him. ]
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He was careful to show them rarely, since the princely butler suited his purposes far better, but circumstances or difficult conversations still had them appear from time to time. It’s what had prevented them from growing truly closer, since there were those parts of his true character that she had more difficulty with. Now? He could control that narrative much more neatly.
Her question, for example.
It wasn’t necessarily something she had wanted to reveal to him. It had been one of those strange happenings where pretenses and guards were forcibly discarded, and their hearts were laid bare. There were still pieces that had been missing that fit together more neatly now, but he’d learned of the tragedy of her loss that offers the answer to her question.
Of course, what’s to his advantage here is that originally, this had been an exchange, even if neither of them had wanted to share it. She had learned of a monstrous truth of his being—that he ate the souls of the living and completely destroyed them in the process. It’s what prevented them from being closer despite his unfaltering, gentle attention. Now, though? He could erase that hesitation.
It's bold, but he stands. It’s a physical gesture of his certainty as well as some sincerity. ]
His shadow took something precious from you. A beautiful, painful experience. And I believe… That is what you wanted. You did not say as much, admittedly. But you did tell me of your solitude here. I had assumed it must have been like waking from a sweet dream to a cold reality—a starker loneliness.
[ He takes a step forward and places a hand on his chest. ]
One you needn’t keep, should you wish it. I am here for you and no one else.
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To hear someone else speak her very thoughts aloud is far more emotional of an experience than she had expected it to be. None of this she ever confided in to anyone. Those things have only ever existed within the darkest recesses of her mind. That is a far more elaborate answer than what she had expected.
And the way he makes it sound, she didn't even tell him about why Nergal's plot had worked. He managed to guess it because he knew her so well... The possibility that he is distorting the story doesn't even cross her mind. The only reference she has for a similar happening is Ritsuka, and she had been both truthful and trustworthy.
That's too much for her heart to handle! Is this happiness? Sorrow? A feeling of belonging? She's not sure, she's never felt like that before. The closest was when Ritsuka rescued her from the abyss. She takes her mask off, her back still turned to him. ]
P-Please don't look, I-I just need a minute or two...
[ She is very obviously crying. Her sobbing it too loud and obvious to be hidden by her sad attempts at controlling herself. B-But she can dry those tears before turning back to look at him! He spoke of having crossed worlds to see her face again, so she should be smiling and radiant when she turns around to look at him. ]
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And lo... She turns around! Still crying. Still sobbing loudly. But she's trying so hard to keep it all inside! ]
I-I'm sorry I forgot you...
[ Is there anyway she can regain her lost memories? Can Santa Claus just give them to her like what happened last time? S-She'll do what she must if she has to! ]
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So, when she does, he bows his head again. It’s politeness, as if he’s trying not to see her tearful face. But to himself, he’s pleased. Surely, that is all it will take. ]
…I appreciate your warmth, but it is a sentiment I must return as well. I shall miss your favor as I knew it, but you have suffered more than I.
[ He takes another step, but it’s as he reaches to a pocket of his jacket. From it, he produces a handkerchief, since it was simply the style of the time that he would be so well prepared. It’s soft, fine silk, and he offers it to her without hesitation. ]
I am sorry that I have brought you such poor news. Despite what Nergal had done, it did not occur to me as a possibility.
[ Which is entirely true. He’d been motivated to come here by selfish desires, so he’d never considered the complications It’s that same desire that motivates him in the small ways too. If she reaches out to take the handkerchief, his other gloved hand settles over hers gently. ]
…So, you needn’t apologize. On the contrary, thank you for your consideration now. It is... a relief to see your face once more.
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... ... ... Well. She ought to remain slightly cautious, perhaps. Much as she'd like to just embrace this all as one hundred percent true and genuine, and much as he's given her reasons to believe his tale, she's still a deity. She can't afford to leave anything to chance, right? Not for her own sake, but for that of every souls under her care. This is what a queen - a goddess - must do. What is right before what she feels is good for her. ]
T-Thank you...
[ A handkerchief... He is so considerate. Does she deserve a friend like that? She's not sure she would have crossed the veil between worlds, should their situations have been reversed. She's bound by her duties, she would have never cast them aside to go and find a friend, no matter how precious he is.
Does that make her a bad friend? Absolutely!! She has to repay him by offering her the best meal she can get! Which will be... Dust and clay. Okay, maybe she needs to find something else to repay him. ]
Ah-
[ He's put his hand over hers... She closes her eyes for a moment. Everything, everyone she's come in contact with. Her souls. Vessels she's used in other timelines and realities. Things like that. There should be the slightest bit of familiarity, even if she hasn't encountered them in this world, even if their paths are only to cross in the future.
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It's faint... But I can sense it. [She smiles and puts her hand over his own.] We've really met. I... I'm so glad...
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But that dark, obsessive thought isn’t reflected outwardly, especially with the gesture being returned. He smiles in relief, and he gives her hand a small, encouraging squeeze. ]
I am so very grateful to hear it. Even if it is faint, it is still an honor to me.
[ He bows his head lightly, then laughs warmly. ]
…It is also a relief. I have seen how fearsome you can be as well, so thank you for not smiting me immediately for intruding.
[ He’s teasing, but only just… He imagines that if she were less of a recluse, that’s probably how this would have ended up. He’s quite durable, but he also wouldn’t want to put that to a divine test. But, now. What comes next? Her lack of memory does put a little wrinkle in his initial plan. ]
Admittedly, I had hoped I might help you see the world, as you wished. But I would not ask so much when I am but a stranger to you. [ He will, though. In time. ] It feels a strange thing to ask, but… May we become reacquainted? I scarcely know where to start, but perhaps the simplest is best. I make excellent tea, if I may serve you for a time.
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Of course, one could argue those compliments he keeps handing out to her like candies are suspicious... But it's not like he could do anything to her even if he was evil. They're in the Underworld! She's as good as invincible here. What's the worst that could happen? If he tries killing her or stealing her powers, she can just smite him there and then.
But until then, she sees no reason to not give him the benefit of the doubt. He managed to cross realities, that alone is proof of his intelligence. No way he'd do that only to end up stabbed seven times like Ishtar in the old days.Mm, no no. He's smarter than that. ]
Mhm! [Becoming reacquainted is a great idea! Ereshkigal just hopes she won't be too much of a bore... She hasn't had any practice discussing ever since the seventh singularity. Maybe she should ask Dumuzid if he wants to help her work on her social skills. But knowing him, he'll just go away the moment she asks him.] That would be wonderful!
[ And lo: the goddess sparkles. A phenomenon he is probably acutely aware of, even though she's totally oblivious to her own sparkling powers. Maybe it's her divine authority over the sun she's inherited from Nergal? Or perhaps that has to do with the waters of the abyss she uses exclusively for her skincare! The world may never know. ]
Come in, my temple is beyond the seven doors. [She starts leading the way: though she hasn't let go of his hand yet. She probably hasn't realized what she's doing at all.] Though, w-well, I don't have much there, you probably already know that. [She's heard about a service named amazones.ceo, perhaps she could order some furnishing. A bed in particular would be nice, sleeping on hard, cold stone gets a bit exhausting after fifty thousand years.] But the water from the abyss should be perfect for some tea!
[ Black, opaque water. H-Hopefully he is capable of making his own water, or he may just end up killing himself with extreme poisoning! She's used to it after so much time, but that's something of an acquired taste, much like clay and dust. ]
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Then, please, excuse me.
[ It’s another expression of his impeccable manners as he steps after her, and he makes no attempt to pull his hand away. He’s acutely aware that the contact is a rare pleasure for her, so he’s happy to provide it. There’s the manipulative aspect, certainly, but he’s also just a people-pleaser. It’s why he was quick to offer the tea, after all, since even if taking it up had been for the convenience of his previous master, he’d found he liked it, ironically. ]
It is fine. I can make do.
[ Thankfully, he can just conjure his own tools for that purpose. Though he’d certainly use whatever she has, if only for the novelty.
…So, he might get minorly poisoned. It’s fine. His constitution is (conveniently) tough enough to handle it. A second pot might be with water of his own creation, though. As they go, he offers a light explanation, since he feels it’s a good lead into conversation. It’s a bit strange, like an especially odd déjà vu, but he doesn’t actually mind treading through old conversations again. ]
—I was a butler, previously, and my master was extremely particular about having his teatime. It at least made me quite adept at brewing a perfect pot, no matter the conditions. [ because ciel was a little tyrant that (correctly) bullied him into it ] Abyssal water is a new one to me, admittedly, but I rather enjoy a challenge.
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There we are, it's my temple.
[ ... What she calls her temple is just a wasteland filled with spear cages as far as the eye can see. There are elevated layers the further from the center the field spreads, each separated by primitive columns. It feels like sitting at the bottom of a reverse pyramid. Only in the very center are there no cages.
Indeed, Ereshkigal's personal space is a rather large circle at the center of it all cut from the field of souls by a river of black water: the primordial abyss, from which life once sprung and where all souls are meant to eventually return. ]
T-This is a work in progress! Eventually, there will be a sprawling city here that rivals that of the surface world.
[ It's been a work in progress for fifty thousand years, but details. It's not like she can afford to build a nice temple for herself... There are more souls everyday. The priority is to build a house for every souls that come down here. What she needs and wants... Well, that's not a priority at all.
She sits on her throne (basically stones put together in the vague shape of a big chair) and waves for him to sit on the seat Dumuzid usually uses when he's forced to come and stay down there. It's noticeably far more comfortable and luxurious than hers.
... T-That means she lets go of his hand, but it's fine! She's glad he didn't call her out on that. ]
Your master...? I-I hope you didn't abandon anyone important to you to come see me. [Is that the guilt and feeling of being a burden settling in? That sure is.] In fact... I realize I know next to nothing about you... [She looks down, her smile fading. She feels so guilty for having forgotten. Why did she forget and not him? Is there something wrong with her? But she tries to put on a more confident smile.] But I want to know everything about you! W-Well, everything you would have once trusted me with, of course.
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[ Sebastian takes in the sight, and he’s equal parts impressed and, well. A bit less than impressed. On the one hand, the cages and how they’re all structured is impressive, and maybe even dazzling, in a slightly macabre way. It’s the sort of structure that can only exist in the realm of the supernatural, and he appreciates the odd beauty for that.
For her personally, though… He understands her loneliness a bit better, certainly. The wonder is impressive in the way that an art museum is impressive. It’s not really an ideal place for someone to live. No wonder she’d been a bit reluctant to describe it in full detail and why she’s a bit embarrassed now. He takes the seat she indicates, and his hand does linger along the detail of it. He doesn’t miss the disparity in what she makes for others versus what she has for herself. ]
It is charming.
[ He means it, since it’s all a bit like her mirror, at least to him. Sebastian looks back at her, and he shakes his head slightly to her concern. ]
Oh, no, it is— Well, it is unfortunate, but it was a consequence of our time away rather than anything to do with my coming here. The contract I had with him faded when I was brought to that odd little world, so. It was not by my choosing, certainly, but my business with the young master concluded.
[ Which is simple convenience for the narrative here because otherwise, yeah, his hungry ass would not have left…………….. ]
[ Getting to know each other does come with a practical demonstration of the most pertinent, at least. Her guilty smile is met with a warm, understanding one, but it’s very much at contrast to the “gesture” it comes with. With a little turn of his hand, shadow creeps up from the eaves where they live. They’re sharply whorled things and unnatural, but since this is her domain, she might sense the nuance of what they are. They come off exactly the same as Sebastian himself—like it’s an extension of the man before her. And yet, they form into a quite solid, elegant (and pitch black, because of his aesthetic preferences) café table dotted with a sophisticated table setting for tea. ]
Perhaps you already know… I admittedly do not know how it works, for my senses for such things are very dull indeed. But despite my appearance, I am not human. This is for convenience.
[ He imagines that’s quite understandable, since that was something he’d been pleasantly surprised by in general, not only with her. With an assortment of inhuman people, there were more than a few that also took on a conventional, human appearance for the simplicity of it. He could appear to her as he truly is as a result, but… He finds the conventionally attractive appearance to be more useful than something monstrous. ]
But it is useful for my visit as well. Do you have a particular type of tea you enjoy? Or if you have some here, I shall use that, should you prefer it.
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He must be some sort of familiar. In that respect they're not all that different. So long as she's using that vessel after all, she more or less fall under the same category. ]
I figured as much. A human wouldn't have been to undertake such a journey on his own.
[ Whatever is happening on the surface has really done a number to the fabric of reality for this to be possible at all. What is happening? She's not sure, Ritsuka hasn't summoned her yet. Probably out of Saint Quartz.
And on her end, she's been too busy handling the unusual high influx of souls to look into it. Which, in itself, tells her something real bad is happening. She'd meant to go and help, but she can't do a thing unless she's summoned. Sniff. ]
And- Ah, I have never tried tea before, so I'll trust your judgment.
[ She's pretty sure it'll be good, no matter what he chooses. And his ability to extend himself to create furnishing is pretty amazing. That may be the start of an explanation as to how he made it here. She can imagine how such an ability would be employed both for defense and offense. ]
... So, what are you? [A demon? That makes the most sense for a familiar, since she's fairly certain he's not a heroic spirit.] How did you manage to come here? Were we close before? [They must have been, or he wouldn't have journeyed so far only to see her. Though she wonders how it's happened... She has such a hard time seeing herself open up and make friends. Yet it did happen with Ritsuka, and clearly it happened one more time with him!
She seems to realize she may have been asking too much though and smiles awkwardly.] Ah, sorry... I guess I got carried away. You don't have to answer all of those questions.
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(She really has been isolated down here, hasn’t she?)
There’s another swirl of dark shadow into his hand where a small tin appears this time. With a gentle laugh to her apologies, he begins on the preparations. ]
Oh, it is no trouble. Why, were our situations reversed, I am certain that I would be asking as many questions, if not more. It is a curious thing, after all.
[ The tea preparation is meticulous, at least how he undertakes it, but that’s second nature now, thanks to Ciel’s particular tastes. Even with the complicated, elegant process, he answers smoothly as if it weren’t difficult at all. ]
Well, roughly in order, then. I am a demon.
[ And though he has some expectations that this isn’t a problem for her, he does look at her briefly to measure the reaction all the same. “Demon” was a rather loaded thing to be with many preconceptions. Not unfair ones, entirely, but still. It’s good to know where it lies. ]
And getting here was not terribly difficult as a result. Part of my work involves being summoned between my realm and the mortal realm, so I have some familiarity with the veil between them, to use a metaphor. I sensed a shimmer of weakness, so… If there were ever a time to attempt to find you, that seemed to be it. The shimmer itself, I cannot explain, for I do not know what caused it, but I am grateful for it. That, and good fortune, since it did not seem impossible that I might end up somewhere unintended.
[ His eyes are back down on the tea for the last question. He’s carefully, precisely measuring out the tea into the strainer, but it might come off as genteel bashfulness with the little smile he wears. ]
…And for the last. I would dare to hope so, though I would not presume your heart.
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Once again, she listens to everything he has to say. Hm. So they were close, he just is way too respectful to dare and say it. He's really a kind and polite demon. ]
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But then, does that imply they were... ]
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C-C-Could it be...?
Did they... Did they even...
H-H-H-Hold hands...?! ]
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That's the power of love we're talking about here, there's absolutely no way she would have forgotten him if that was the case! Holding hands?! How shameless! What is she thinking about? Yes, it is an enticing thought to imagine there is a world where she was loved... But she doesn't even know him! Or at least, she forgot him.
Get it together, Ereshkigal! Don't allow yourself to slide into depravity with such horrible thoughts! ]
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SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAA
b-but she's a terrifying goddess T_T
she can be both... allegedly...
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skitters back... october sure was a lot in syn huh
the heaviest month...