[ the difference is immediately noticeable to Neuro from the moment he steps into the room, and it's not just the decorating choices. It's not exact, but the air in the room is, indeed, very similar to Hell's. To him, whose body deteriorates just from being in Earth's atmosphere, it's wonderfully invigorating. His eyes glitter, pleased, and he takes a long breath through his nose.
Now this is a useful skill. Perhaps Sebastian could be more than a nuisance to him, after all. ]
What a refreshing room. This stagnant air suits me much more than that weak breeze outside. [ congratulations, Sebastian, you actually got praised by him a little bit?! albeit indirectly. He touches a finger to the wall curiously, but turns towards the other demon when he mentions the roses. They are familiar, indeed - and they immediately get Neuro thinking about what might be about to take place. Following Sebastian's indication, he takes a rose, as well, peering at it curiously. ]
[ Neuro gets a sidelong glance as he breathes in deeply, since that's another trait they don't share. Sebastian isn't actually particularly sensitive to things from his (their?) realm, so to breathe in the particular "air" was no more necessary than it was for him to breathe in his service under the contract. Yet still, the partial praise at least seems to soften his temperament to some degree, since when you're hungry for praise like Sebastian, beggars really can't be choosers...
He takes his seat elegantly, with as much care as if this were a real, formal occassion, though the rose stays in his hand. The plates are all for show, more symbolic than anything, since demons do enjoy that sort of melodrama. The only thing actually of use is the knife, which Sebastian makes clear as he explains. ]
It is simple enough. We wet the roses with our blood, exchange the oaths to which we agree to follow, then swap and mix our blood.
[ Why is he explaining this to another demon? He feels a deep sense of regret already. ]
It is a simple enough blood oath.
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[ listen sebastian it's not his fault he's never been married before ]
A blood oath. How unexpectedly barbaric for a butler. [ Neuro jeers dryly, seeming amused. He wonders if his blood won't just burn a hole in the roses in his current state - maybe he should restrain his power a little bit.
But the fact that it is just a "simple blood oath" gives him some pause. This is a ritual, not just a pact. Though Neuro, again, follows Sebastian's example and takes a seat (and mercifully refrains from putting his feet up on the table like he usually does), his wandering gaze suggests that he's not really sold. ]
But it is more than that, is it not? What are the effects of this oath?
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Now this is a useful skill. Perhaps Sebastian could be more than a nuisance to him, after all. ]
What a refreshing room. This stagnant air suits me much more than that weak breeze outside. [ congratulations, Sebastian, you actually got praised by him a little bit?! albeit indirectly. He touches a finger to the wall curiously, but turns towards the other demon when he mentions the roses. They are familiar, indeed - and they immediately get Neuro thinking about what might be about to take place. Following Sebastian's indication, he takes a rose, as well, peering at it curiously. ]
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He takes his seat elegantly, with as much care as if this were a real, formal occassion, though the rose stays in his hand. The plates are all for show, more symbolic than anything, since demons do enjoy that sort of melodrama. The only thing actually of use is the knife, which Sebastian makes clear as he explains. ]
It is simple enough. We wet the roses with our blood, exchange the oaths to which we agree to follow, then swap and mix our blood.
[ Why is he explaining this to another demon? He feels a deep sense of regret already. ]
It is a simple enough blood oath.
if there's not enough info to answer this just lmk and i'll change it
A blood oath. How unexpectedly barbaric for a butler. [ Neuro jeers dryly, seeming amused. He wonders if his blood won't just burn a hole in the roses in his current state - maybe he should restrain his power a little bit.
But the fact that it is just a "simple blood oath" gives him some pause. This is a ritual, not just a pact. Though Neuro, again, follows Sebastian's example and takes a seat (and mercifully refrains from putting his feet up on the table like he usually does), his wandering gaze suggests that he's not really sold. ]
But it is more than that, is it not? What are the effects of this oath?