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[72demons]

[ when the feed begins, the figure in it is a young man, probably early twenties, with blond hair and green eyes. his clothing seems very archaic and very expensive, so he was probably a person of some means before he was brought here.

he offers a small, serene smile, though his gaze is obviously curious. ] I still find it amazing that one can speak across great distances with a device like this. [ his smile warms. ] Hello. I have a question for you all, if you have a few moments to answer. I've met some very interesting people in the few days that I've been here, but I have to wonder.. in all your worlds, are angelic and demonic beings a constant?

[ he fiddles a little with a ring on his index finger, turning it back and forth absently. ]

If so, how do people generally regard them? Do you have personal experience? [ a brief pause, lashes lowering sheepishly. ] I only ask out of curiousity. Perhaps to compare to my own world.

[ he reaches to end the feed, then offers a startled glance, eyes widening. ] Oh! My apologies. My name is Solomon, by the way. For reference, for those familiar with earth, I'm from the kingdom of Israel, though I'm given to understand that I lived a very, very long time even before most of you. [ he draws his hand back, tapping his mouth thoughtfully. ] .. Yes, I think that's it this time. [ ends the feed for real! ]

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Not here and crying

[senseandcecilbility]

[But who allowed Solomon on the network.]

uriel will be crying a lot in the days to come

[72demons]

[ can't stop won't stop ]

;action

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[There is an angel peeking behind Solomon's shoulder. He is seriously concerned.]

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[ he leans back against him, reaching up to tug a few strands of his hair teasingly. ]

I'm just curious, don't fret.

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[He sniffs and moves away, attempting to recover his hair.]

...You might attract the wrong sort of attention.

[In fact, he already is.]

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[ he breathes a laugh. ] You mean like demons? That's not necessarily the wrong sort of attention in my book.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He was about to quote the Bible, but realizes that was after Solomon's time.]

...There are...dangerous creatures here. [He pauses, and then speaks again after a long while.] You should be hiding...just like me. It is safer that way.

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I've never hidden before. Why would I start now? [ he turns to peer at him properly, head tilting slightly. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Solomon will do what he wants no matter what. Kevin should know that better than anyone in the world. He remembers last time he tried to talk sense to the king, and how badly it went.]

It is helpless, isn't it?

[He sits by his side, looking very despondent.]

I cannot. If young master finds out about me, I will...

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[ he reaches out, gathering up one of the angel's hands between his own. ]

It's okay. You don't have to admit who you are if you're uncomfortable doing so. I think you're underestimating him, though.

[senseandcecilbility]

[There is a slight chance that young master would not mind that much the fact that Uriel has been lying to him for most of his life. He is, after all, a good child. However, Uriel doesn't feel that is worth the risk. If young master leaves him too, he won't know what to do.

And one must not forget Michael, who would grow even more reckless if Uriel failed his mission.]

...Not everyone is as lenient as you, Solomon.

[With a self-depreciating smile, he flops back on the mattress.]

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[ the reaction is so unangelic that it earns a startled laugh, and after a moment, solomon lays next to him, curling on his side to face him with his hands tucked under his head. ]

.. He's me, though, isn't he? In a way. You said.. he even sounds like me sometimes. I think he'd forgive you.

[ he toes his slippers off, drawing his bare feet up. ] It's good to be kind.

[senseandcecilbility]

[As Solomon lies by his side, it occurs to Uriel that the human's complete disregard of other's personal space is the least of his concerns. Cohabiting with Solomon is going to be a mess, he can tell.

But it is not like he can stay away from him either. ]

He does sound like you sometimes. It is terrifying.

...It is Kevin, by the way.

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[ it's certainly going to be flustering for uriel, anyway. he blinks at the name, curious. ]

'Kevin'. That's the name you use here..? [ he smiles a little teasingly, bare toes curling against the angel's ankle. ] And how do you plan to explain getting so attached to me, hm?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Flustering is, indeed, something that is happening right now. He edges away, quickly placing a large pillow between the two of them as a fluffy shield.]

That wouldn't have been a problem if you were not so keen on announcing yourself! I bet you have already started talking about Uriel!

[It was Uriel's fault, of course. He had been too shocked by Solomon's arrival to warn him in advance.]

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Well, if you came up for whatever reason, yes. [ he's perfectly frank and unapologetic about it, eyes wide and innocent. ] But I haven't pointed you out, at least.

[ he hugs the pillow to himself, curling around it as if it's one of his cuddlier demons. ]

--And what's wrong with introducing myself?

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[Young master hugs pillows too...]

You have become more famous than you realize. The holy scriptures and all. They even transcribed some of your poems.

[Yes. The indecent ones.]

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What scriptures? [ he can't help the slightly distressed look on his face. he knows he's well-known in his own time, if only because of who and what he is, but-- this is another world entirely. he's a stranger here, surely, just like everyone else is.

but then again.. kougyoku had been so startled upon meeting him, and others have reacted strangely, too.. ]

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...

...

[When he thought things could not become any more awkward.]

This might...take a while.

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.. Why do they have my poetry? [ not that he's written much yet, but still, he writes it mostly out of boredom. it's a hobby. why would strangers want to read it?? ]

[senseandcecilbility]

You were blessed by God. The wisest men who ever lived. Of course they would want everything. Your demons were not any different.

[He opens the shoe box where he keeps most of his personal belongings: a rosary, a picture of young master as a child, a notebook, gambling chips and tickets.

There are also a few holy books he rescued from decaying temples in Exsilium.]

You might wish to try this one first. [He offers him a shabby copy of the Tanakh. He has the other famous ones too, but fears they might be too much for Solomon to conciliate all at once.]

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[ he hesitantly takes the book, turning it between his hands as he sits up. ] .. What is it? This book.. I'm in it?

[ he frowns, teeth digging into his lower lip. he would have been so much happier to have been forgotten by time. could no one else really see what kind of mistake he is? something like him never should have existed in the first place. why would people want to remember him?

but then, why would heaven and hell fight over his soul? lucifer, he understands. they're alike, after all. even his demons, he understands. he helped them, he gave them the love and healing they so desperately needed. but..

he's shaking, he realizes belatedly, and sets the book down carefully, pulling the pillow into his arms with something like desperation. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[And Uriel has not even showed him King James' yet.

Had it been Break, this would be the time when Uriel would reach out with his divine warmth, kindly working to push the darkness away. But Solomon has always rejected him. No matter what he did, the human did not wish to have anything to do with heaven. He closes his eyes, painfully reminded that his sentient weapon's sole condition is a human's free will. Exsilium's sense of irony has never been so inconvenient.

Nevertheless, he gently pries the pillow from Solomon and envelops him in an embrace. A warm and angelic embrace. It is not that different from the way Solomon himself held his broken demons.]

Sshh, being remembered is not so bad.

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[ he stiffens in uriel's hold, for a moment not certain what's happening or how to respond. has anyone ever held him like this..? he's always been the comforter, not the other way around.

finally, though, he takes a breath, reaching up to gently tweak the angel's nose. he's okay, he's fine, and he's not going to uselessly worry uriel over something silly. ]

What's this? My angel's become so gentle since I've been gone.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He pulls away immediately, easily tricked by Solomon's comment. And yet, as flustered as he is, he has not let the human go yet.]

I am not...! I just wished you were aware of what a reckless thing you were doing!

[It seems to Uriel that they have had this exact conversation many times in the past, but with far more smiting. Perhaps Solomon is right. He has grow a little soft.]