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slysha stands silent at that

"Wow, what a worthwhile purpose...", the demon said sarcastically, though he can't help but laugh at Neeme's expense.

“I’m a Djinn, I make deals with humans and make them believe that their deepest desires have come true.” Ever explained.

Yale floats over to the group. "I used to be a human, but then I made a deal with a demon." She signs, seeing as though they were confessing stuff about themselves for some odd reason.

"I uh, im just a human... with a few powers"

"I was a human until I bargained with the devil, now I've become a War Demon...", surmised the demon, skimming over many other details.

"I can't see because of it, but hey. I can fight now." Yale signs.

I sigh softly and trip over to the bar. "I wonder if they have my wine.."

"Me and Nouran drank some back in the hallway back there, there's no need to worry about a shortage in that department...", Abigor pointed a thumb behind him.

"No, I meant the wine I made.." I bend over the bar and reach down, grabbing a crystal bottle with ivy patterns on it. "Ευχαριστώ τους Θεούς!" I step back and open the bottle, grabbing a glass and pouring some. "They have my blackberry wine!"

(Translation; Thank the Gods!)

"I haven't heard anyone speak that language in years, and yet I hear from someone who's purpose is very... abnormal.", said Abigor as he crossed his arms.

I glare at Abigor. "Σκάσε..It's not like I had a choice in what I wanted to be in life. At least all of you became something worthwhile while I became a Πόρνη for Satyrs.." I drink the wine and slam the glass down walking out of the ballroom and into the hallway.

(Shut up. Prostitute.)

Abigor sighed as he proceeded to follow, "I'd rather be dead at this point to be honest, what is the point of living if there is no one you care about there beside you, but that is beside the point.", he replied. "Look, I didn't mean to piss you off, it tends to be a habit I can't shake."

"Just leave me alone." I whisper and go into one of the rooms, locking the door.

'Great, now I pissed her off beyond fixing things with a sorry.', he though to himself, standing in front of the door with his hands balled in his pockets, he didn't really know what to say. "...Do you want a blackberry wine?", he offered, knowing any other words he spoke would only piss her off, given that he insults people left and right.

"No..Thank you though.." My muffled voice barely goes through the door

Abigor simply sighed and leaned onto the door, which normally wouldn't be a physical obstacle but its more of an emotional one. He decided to come up with a joke to at least get her to laugh, it was only a matter if she got the reference. "...Would you like to build a snowman?"

Garroth took this as a cue to leave the room so he did going down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms. He just hoped in bed and threw his cloak on top of himself and fell asleep with the door wide open in the hallway.

"I don't like snow.." I sniffle and lay on the bed.

Abigor simply sighed in defeat, "So much for humor. Ok, how about some music to cheer you up? I'm told that I've been decent at playing the guitar.", he offered once more, though he is still expecting to be rejected by Neeme.