“No” she was clearly lying to him, but didn’t want to make it more noticeable, but her body was letting her down. She seemed even more nervous, showing it by twirling her hair and keeping her grey orbs down, away from any contact.
“I am just not good around new people”
❝ Not good around new people? ❞
He mused, mostly to himself as he continued to analyze her. The fidgeting, the lack of eye contact. She was nervous, but he wasn’t sure if new people was the reason.
❝ Are you sure you’re not lying? It wouldn’t hurt to tell the truth, just like I won’t hurt you, ❞
The young woman seemed hesitant around the male. Something wasn’t right. “It is a long story..” She spoke softly, tucking a small amount of her ebony hair behind her ear. “But..long story short— I am a fairy and a demon. . A hybrid”
❝ That is rather interesting, ❞
As long as she is not human.
He could sense that she was different. She was a demon, but not whole. He was torn between interest, and disgust. The demon in her was calling to him, but the other made her impure.
‘Hey you just kinda remember that time we where beating your ass , but you decided to use that shitty curse? and remember how clever i was to absorb it as a sponge? well i want to know about it, because i fucking inhered a shit that was supposed to kill zeref the most feared mage of all time’
❝— I’m interested to know, how a curse like that can kill Zeref but not actual magic…❞
He contemplated the boys words, and finding no reason to not answer his inquiries he chose his words carefully.
❝ Memento Mori, does not kill the victim… It completely destroys them. Erasing them, and they become nothing for eternity, ❞
❝— Believe it or not, there is, for the man who took my father as a puppet❞
Bitter about it, Gray indeed needed a real powerful reason to be standing there without attempting to m u r d e r that demon, as far he could remember he was barely able to do a thing with Natsu’s help, by his own he was insecure of his own abilities by the moment, he had always been a mad of pride , but as well idiot he was not.
❝— I came to ask…what the hell is memento Mori? what kind of spells it exactly?❞
❝ Memento Mori? What an interesting question, ❞
His smirk dropped as he continued to stare, his eyes void of emotion; but his mind was working quickly, what could he possibly want to know about Memento Mori? It was a curse not magic, it was of no use to the boy.
At first he paid no mind to the devil slayer that stood before him, and he continued to rest his eyes and sit upon his throne; but as nothing moved, he cracked open an eye and addressed the half-naked man.
❝ Is there a reason the son of the man who betrayed Mard Geer, stands before me now? ❞
He was coming home, at last, even if it wasn’t exactly the way he remembered it, but one thing seemed to be the same, the figure that sat proud on his throne, an aura of collected emotions as always.
“Oh? Ye of little faith, Mard.” Was the reply, a small smirk of his own fluttering on tanned features, some things never changed, especially when it came to ageless beings such as themselves. “From the information I have, it would appear you missed me quite a lot. Carrying around my book like that.”
He gave a small huff – not quite a laugh or grunt – before his features settled back into their regular arrogance and he finally raised his eyes to look at the man who’d walked in on his peace. The only man who could walk in on his peace and not be punished.
❝ I wouldn’t quite call it missing you, You know our duty, Etherious Natsu Dragneel. Mard Geer was simply doing his duty of keeping you safe. ❞
It was one thing for humans to act like Mard Geer it was a completely different matter for one to assume his form. This must be some kind of sick joke to get under the king’s skin. He would not allow anyone to be, think, or act like himself. He was one of a kind demon ruler and this fake would be put in his place.
“Imitation is considered a form of flattery, but Mard Geer considers it a disgusting insult!” He said refusing to even look at the fake’s face.
❝ I would think the same of you, because indeed Mard Greer does not find this flattering in the slightest. It would be wise to drop the act, Mard Greer does not like to be mocked. ❞
He would not admit but he was slightly confused, humans had the weirdest of behaviors: to take on the face of another and act as them. The pitiful, insignificant insects that littered the earth revolted him. He wanted the one before him gone.
