King of Daemons (Open)

[michael]

Jerusalem was the origin of the greatest lie ever told to humanity. As usual the sun shone down upon the city, making the golden Dome of the Rock shimmer in its light. Michael had received a fairly cryptic message and come to this supposedly holy place to meet the one who had sent that message, he was on guard the entire time as he stood looking at the Rock of Moriah. The rock of course was the holiest of sites to the Abrahamic religions, but Michael just gave a hiss of disapproval under his breath.

"Michael Sanford," The voice came from beside him, turning he would find a man dressed in a black three-piece suit looking at his watch. "Punctual, I can respect that."

"What do you want?" he asked, only giving the man the briefest glance. "I'm busy."

The man laughed and turned toward him fully, the temple was empty but for them as Michael was only not noticing, the people previously praying there had all left. Turning to this man, he took an immediately step back as he found himself faced with two red eyes and large, raven wings that looked something akin to a Devil's yet the feathers were charred and the wings torn in places fairly brutally.

"I thought it was about time we met," he said, calmly.

"You are possessing this man, daemon!" Michael spat.

"I prefer Lucifer to 'daemon', if you would be so kind." he replied.

Michael didn't hesitate as he pulled his glock from inside his jacket, aiming the runic weapon directly at Lucifer's head but the daemon simply chuckled. "That won't kill me, Michael. You should have brought your sword."

"It won't kill you, but it'll make me feel good." Michael squeezed the trigger and put a bullet square into the head of Lucifer's vessel, the bullet went right through with a small blur of black where it would have hilt, as though it literally phased through.

"Feeling good?"

"Very."

"Then let's get on with our discussion, shall we?" Lucifer folded his wings up and they disappeared, his red eyes turned to simple brown ones like any human. "You've been being a bad boy, Michael. Hindering my plans at every turn, killing my followers - I have to admit it was amusing at first but now it's just become... frustrating."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to be putting you out, Daemon King." Michael's voice was filled with sarcasm. "Would you like me to make it up to you? Maybe some flowers, do you like roses?"

Lucifer laughed, "Buy me a rose, pretty boy - we'll talk." He licked his lips and Michael cringed away from it, the daemon just stood there smirking. "I'm here to offer terms."

"Terms?" Michael raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"Yes, terms," Lucifer said impatiently, "I will leave your planet alone, but in return... give me, let's say... Joseph."

"No."

"No? Come now, surely one human life is worth the entire planet." Lucifer's voice was compromising, his arms open when he spoke.

"Do you think me a fool?" Michael spat. "You'll never stop at one and Joseph isn't for sale."

Lucifer was getting increasingly frustrated, "Don't be stupid, Michael. If you don't accept my offer, I will unleash Hell on Earth."

"Oh yeah?" Michael asked. "Fine, I'll take you all on - and humanity will fight with me."

Lucifer looked like he was going to attack Michael, but instead with a cry of rage he left his vessel via the mouth in a massive burst of black smoke, disappearing into a small hole in the Rock of Moriah that led down into Hell. The vessel collapsed unconscious and Michael knelt beside him, checking him for any crosses he found none and determined he was likely just an innocent man that Lucifer had used for this discussion. He looked up toward the rock again and sighed faintly.

"I told your followers, Lucifer. It's war."

[sarah]

Sarah dragged her feet along the sand that had been swept in from the dunes to her own amusement, the pale yellow coloured stone walls that created the maze-like city stood tall with the beautiful structure known only to that of Jerusalem. It reminded her of the Brighton Pavillion, a building created for King George IV and Mrs Fitzherbert to have secret liasons due to her Roman Catholic religion ruling out marriage, ironic when the religion was fake. Though being in Jerusalem was different because the buildings looked naturual in their enviroment, where as the Pavillion looks like someone just splashing their cash, though of course back there the grass was fresh and plentiful, where as here.. well. The holy city reflected the bright sun casting the hazed mirrage across the open streets. Sarah patroled outside the ship with Joseph near by, digging her beige sandles into floor with large steps causing her bright yellow strapless dress to flutter around her. She had her hair down today, which was unusually tidy with her naturual curls resting over her shoulders and slightly hiding her bright green eyes. She had been waiting for Michael for over two hours and was growing increasingly impatient, her right hand stayed close to her gun strapped around her waist in the same light beige holster. "Come on..." She was worried something had happend to Michael, at the same time she didn't want to leave Joseph or the ship unattended, she just had to believe that Michael would return safely. He is a strong man, he knows what he's doing she thought battling her own anxioties. "Joseph! What are you doing?" She hollered in her loud voice hoping he wasn't wondering off.

[joseph]

Joseph was already far from the ship having slipped away while Sarah wasn't looking. He walked quickly over the uneaven ground, stumbling often. His hands were clenched into fists to stop them from shaking and he found it more and more difficult to hold back his tears.

The device he had pinned to the back of Michael's jacket had transmitted the entire conversation with Lucifer to him and he had been secretly listening in with one of his earphones. Now, he travelled to what he thought of as his end - a noble sacrifice for the sake of humanity. The naive young boy belived that the Daemon would hold up his end of the bargain. Finally, Joseph caught sight of Michael and slowed his pace. When he approached him, Joseph found it impossible to look Michael in the eye as he spoke.
"Call...call Lucifer back. I'll do it. I'll give myself up. It's my choice, Michael, not your's. I want to.." Joseph's voice trailed off into an inaudible murmer. His entire body was shaking now as fear took hold of him. In his heart he thought it was the right thing to do, but that still didn't offer him much comfort.

[michael]

Michael had put the poor man Lucifer had inhabited propped up against the railing beside the Rock of Moriah and left, he had nothing more he wanted to do in a place filled with lies and the embodiment of all he opposed. On the way back he came across Joseph looking grim and distant, even as he spoke Michael pulled the recording device slipped onto his person away and tossed it to the ground. He looked at Joseph with pity and put his hand upon the boy's shoulder, giving it a firm and reassuring squeeze.

"I know fully well the desire to sacrifice yourself for something greater, I respect and commend your willingness to die for Earth." he said, quietly. "But I learned long ago never to accept the offer of such a sacrifice from your enemy. If you sacrifice something you do it on your terms, when you know it will do the most good and never at the bequest of your foe."

He let Joseph's shoulder go and walked by him with the full knowledge Lucifer would never have kept to any deal that meant leaving Earth alone, why he wanted the boy Michael had no clue but he knew he would not bend to the Daemon King so easily especially not when it came to the lives of his friends. "You still have a lot to learn, Joseph. But listen well to those who know - not just me mind and one day perhaps you will be a hero and in a place to make such a sacrifice."

Michael walked on down the dusty path back to the ship, he paused and turned to look up at the Dome of the Rock up in Jerusalem again, as if to match his mood the sunny sky was suddenly filled with cloud as the rare rain fell upon Jerusalem and as they say about the desert, it did not rain but poured. He was soaked through before he could move, but did not seem to mind it as he contemplated their next move with a heavy heart, war was coming now that he had denied Lucifer and been so brazen to oppose him.

[sarah]

Sarah's mood had gone from bad to progressingly worse once she had found out Joseph had fucked off, causing her to fire a round of bullet holes into the ships walk way, luckily none revirberated and hit her. By the time the rain had begun remorsely pounding the ship and holy city, Sarah was inside with a bottle of beer in her left hand and a half torn apart rifle in the other. Her rather clean and well adorned appearence had quickly faded into an over sized black jumper and white shorts causing her tanned legs to be scattered with different coloured paints.

As she sat tweeking on the machinery she freely bitched with the A.I pendant about Michael and Joseph.
"A certain A.I told my friend that a certain someone dosn't shave his back."
"...I didn't want to know that, and i'm sure you could just send them a 'free wax' voucher, you know..subtle hints."
"Just trying to get your mind off of Micha-.. ooOOoo look who's home."
Sarah turned around and glared at the enterence of the ship before giving her attention back to her gun chosing to keep her lips sealed and not even think about how mad she was. "What ever." She wasn't going to bother wanting an explination from either of the two. She hadn't been worried. Nope. Wasn't waiting at all. She was just working on her riffle sipping an occasional alchoholic beverage.

[joseph]

Joseph remained silent as they returned to the ship. He hadn't expected Michael to react so calmly, in fact he thought Michael would have hit him for being such an idiot. He wondered if he would ever be like Michael - strong, confident, and skilled in combat. He felt incredibly stupid for ever thinking that a being willing to sacrifice an entire planet to achieve its goals would retreat after taking a single human for himself.

Upon reaching the ship, Joseph immediately went to his room and sat on his bed. He stared at the wall, not knowing what to do. He missed his family and his old, simple life. Sure, he knew he was doing something meaningful with his life now - he was saving people, making the world a better place - but he realised that living in ignorance of it all would be so much easier. He shook his head in disgust with himself. He had made his choice, and he had to stick with it until the end. He stuck on some music on his laptop and took to punching one of the walls in his room, the noise drowned out by the volume of the music. Each punch dented the metal wall and caused heavy vibrations to run up his arms, but it made him feel a little better.

[michael]

Michael watched Joseph disappear into the bowels of the ship and finally entered it himself, noticing the scuffing from the bullets that Sarah had fired into the ramp apparently out of boredom. Once he was inside he pressed the button to raise the ramp and close the ship off to the pouring rain, pausing when he saw Sarah there focused on her gun and Joseph gone likely to his room to brood as a teenager would. He felt a faint pang and a sigh dropped from his lips, morale seemed low all 'round on the ship and this troubled him greatly, both Sarah and Joseph seemed disillusioned by everything.

Pausing in the entranceway to the ship he rubbed his face with both hands to collect himself, pushing aside his frustration and concerns before walking further into the ship. When he found Sarah working on her rifle he walked up to her and hung his arms around her, kissing the back of her head and frowning to himself as he tightened the arms around her to hug her back against him. "He shouldn't have left the ship, I'm sorry if you were worried." he said softly, unable to read her so easily any more he knew her well enough to know when she was upset. "I'm sorry, I've been so busy helping teach Joseph that I've neglected you."

He let out a sigh and slipped into the chair near her, looking ahead of himself and then at the ground leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I'm trying, Sarah. Divines know, I'm trying my hardest, but I don't think I can win this war." He had never voiced his doubts before, but after meeting such a figure as Lucifer himself he felt shaken to his core, but he had kept that from Joseph to try and keep the boy's spirits up. "Maybe I was a fool, psychic or not I'm still only human."

[sarah]

Sarah's body was rigid as Michael hugged her from behind causing her to place the rifle carefully down onto the table. As he moved around to sit next to her she gave him an almost pitying look, but none that ment any condiscending. For a moment she felt sorry for Michael, having to take all of this in his own hands was tough on him and having her being upset wasn't going to help matters. Putting aside her own emotions she turned to Michael, one of the best qualities that made her a commanding officer was her ability to gain a clear head and help share the load from her soldiers. Her soft lips forced a smile that as always looked more scary than it did comforting. "My my, wheres my Mikey gone?" Sarah quothed lightly, her smile becomming more genuine as she pretending to look about the ship. Turning back to Michael she'd take his hand in her own and lean over tilting her head to get a better look at his face. "A limit on what you will do or on who you are is a limit on what you can do. Humans have persivered because of their ability to over come trials and keep pushing forwards. I'm pretty sure many times things have looked bleak during the moment before the storm, but we've pushed forwards and come out on top. Just like you will, and your not alone are you? You have all of us fighting by your side, and you have me." Standing up she'd move to sit on Michael's lap and tilt his head upwards beaming a smile at him. "You know why Angels can fly? Because they take themselves lightly, and as cringy as this is, you need to take yourself lightly your not doing any favours by being worried. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Conquer."

Planting a soft kiss on Michael's head she'd use her right hand to gently corress his ear to calm him down, her other hand kneeding his neck. She wasn't very good at motivational speeches or easing how people felt, but if she just made sure he knew he wasn't alone and that even if they did lose the war, he would have done more than anyone could ask of him then she would have done her best too.

[michael]

Michael looked into Sarah's eyes in silence when she had finished, he knew how much she detested cliché things and though she was pulling on a lot of them he felt warmth and comfort from the words and even more so as she caressed his ear and kneaded his neck to calm him completely. He stood up suddenly and took her hands from him with light grips on her wrists, kissing her before she could protest or react to what he was doing, drawing her in to him by letting one of the wrists go and curling the arm around her middle instead.

"There is nothing I have done to deserve your faith in me, or your love." he said faintly, the kiss broken but their lips still very close. "But I will, mark my words. I won't settle for the mere dream of a brighter future."

The hand that remained holding her wrist let go and took her hand instead, fingers slipping into the gaps between hers and gripping so that their palms were touching. In this moment Pendant was unnaturally quiet, an indication of his part played in ensuring Michael had found Sarah again. These private moments between the pair were rare since Joseph had come aboard, not that Michael was annoyed by that but it meant that he treasured the moments all the more when they came along.

"I think Joseph has a visitor," he said, then drew her into a kiss again clearly intending to take advantage of the extended time alone they would get due to this supposed visitor whom Michael had not explained.

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Joseph's music suddenly turned itself off and the bang of his fist hitting the wall at that moment echoed through the room and likely some of the ship too. If he turned to see why it had stopped he would find a red haired man sat on his bed, lighting up a cigarette from a worn but still clearly expensive silver cigarette case with the worn emblem of a talon on it, one Joseph would recognise from being on the arm of Michael's military uniform from his own universe - albeit a different colour.

"Oh sorry, did I interrupt your 'Q-Q' session?" he asked, holding out the cigarette case toward the young man as the tip of his own spontaneously combusted by itself. "Want one?"

He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to one side and whether Joseph took one or not he would end up closing the case and shoving it into a pouch on a belt he wore, then laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. He tutted after a moment and sat back up, swinging his legs back over the side of it and crossing them. "All that money Michael has, you'd think he could afford to put comfier beds in this relic."

Finally he looked up at Joseph again as though he had only just remembered he was there, purple eyes turning into a sudden smile. "Oh hello there Joseph!" he exclaimed, smoke pouring from his nostrils as the cigarette hung between his lips, though the smoke smelled sweet and did not cause you to choke or cough for some reason. "Nice to finally meet you, Michael has told me nothing about you! But that's alright, elder god, know everything anyway it comes with the territory. I'm Isaan, or Issy, or prick to some people - bastard to a lot of fathers too... huh, I should work on that old reputation..."

[joseph]

As Joseph's music stopped he turned his head, one fist still against the wall. His eyes widened as he saw Isaan standing there. He gulped, not sure at first wether this man was there to kill him or just for a casual chat. When Isaan offered him a cigarette, he shook his head, still too stunned and afraid to even open his mouth. He stood there in silence, fist against the wall, neck turned at what must have been a rather uncomfortable angle as Isaan rambled on about the condition of the beds.

Joseph's eyes widened even more when Isaan introduced himself. "Y..you're an Elder God?" he gulped again, "Wh-what are y-you doing in my room? I-I mean, I don't want to sound rude or anything, i-it's just that..well..you're...I'm..." he let out a sort of squeak after that before fainting.

[sarah]

Slowly and tenderly Sarah warmed into the gentle kiss that graced her lips, the warm grip of Michael holding her causing her cheeks to flame up, a contrast vibrantly visable against her tanned skin and sandy hair. Her own hands felt their way towards either broad shoulder of the man before her as her own reminder that she still weighed something. Sarah slightly moved her head forwards as the kiss was broken, the feeling missed already as it lingered on her lips. As he spoke of Joseph, Sarah frowned not what she wanted to be talking about at all, it occoured to her Michael wasn't aware of the aggrivation she felt for not being able to be with him on her own so much. As their lips met again for the final time Sarah gripped Michael's biceps and guided him towards the chair to sit him down with her brute strength, vulnerable wasn't a fitting word for this girl. Perching on his lap she'd sling her arms around his neck planting a sequence of butterfly kisses against the nape of his neck whispering lightly "The only words allowed to come out of your mouth for the next ten minutes are to involve the words you, me. Understood?" ~Her dominating tone let out a single hint of a snicker as she layed her head upon his shoulder gazing up at him with a cheaky smirk.

[saraneth]

Darkness enveloped the small cramped cleaning room with the sharp, sweet smell of different colourless liquids that decored the room. Light cracked through a slit in the room from the slightly ajared door giving the inhabbitant enough room to peer out and watch out for anyone comming. No one was there, it was safe for her to emerge with the cloak that she stole from her big brother to avoid having her prescense detected. Grabbing hold of a limp black teddy with red ovals for eyes made of a fabric that wasn't furry, not exactly soft either but provided good cushioning for sleeping on the hunt. It had a crack down the crown of it's head aimed toward the triangular nose stopping just above the eyes. It had a conveniant storage space in it's stomach where she had placed a few carefully selected items. The right ear was ripped from a metal piercing that had been torn out and replaced on it's eye. You see, that is what she was doing hunting. She left a few weeks ago from her home evading the clutches of her overly careful and smart elder sister who insisted in stopping her games. But how could she? It was oh so very fun.

The five year old held the teddy close to her chest, clinging the velvet cloak that kept her well hidden to her body as she trotted over to the room that was Joseph's. She knew what her Grand father was doing and couldn't help but stifle a giggle and she also knew the reaction of the boy, she'd watched it all before on her little scrambled vision inside her mind. She'd carefully practiced her teleportation skill measuring the exact distance she needed to go to get to her Grandfather. This was it, show time. Time for the huntress to catch her prey! Like a cougar she went on all fours and raised her lower back ready to pounce, with a jump she teleported right to the side of her Granfather in the air going to fall ontop of him. "One two Sawaneth has found chu!" In victory she'd slap a picture of Isaan that had clearly been photo shopped to him wearing a dress on his forehead. The hood of her cloak falling back to reveal her blood red hair tied up in puffy pig tails, her fringe flying over her jaded eyes and the largest grin of a girl with a simple life was revealed. "Saaa~~~saaaan!"

[Brett]

Isaan watched as Joseph fainted and collapsed against the wall he'd been punching, followed by sliding down it to the floor due to the lack of motor skills while in such a state. Slowly he took a long drag on his cigarette and puffed the smoke out his nostrils again, removing it from between his lips and nudging the boy with his foot to see if he'd wake up easily. When he didn't wake up right away he returned to sitting on his bed, smoking and waiting even though he could have so easily just awoken him with a mere click of his fingers.

"Always goes this way, you take the time to pay a visit and they just faint. I mean honestly, like I don't have better things to do." he rambled to himself, redundantly when you considered he was omnipotent and thus could be in as many places he wanted at once so complaining about wasting his time was ridiculous.

As Saraneth fell out of nowhere he stared, blank faced as she fell in front of him and placed the picture on his head. Though she'd surprised him with her sudden appearance, he was perfectly used to surprises and had become fairly unresponsive to them unless they were meant as an attack. Tugging the picture off his head, he looked at it and rolled his eyes before giving Saraneth a stern glare, that broke into a grin as he lifted his granddaughter and suddenly began to tickle her sides and stomach relentlessly.

"Interrupting grandpa while he's working!" he exclaimed, grinning while he continued to tickle the girl who no doubt by this point was trying to wiggle out of his grip. "Seems someone needs a tickling."

For a while he continued to tickle her, before finally he just sat her on his knee and ruffled her red hair a bit, messing up her pig tails a little bit much as he had used to do with Thia's hair. He then looked pointedly at Joseph, "He fainted." he said, giving her a wink. "You should draw something funny on his face."

He smirked, what a responsible adult he was.

[saraneth]

Saraneth squirmed in her Grand Fathers grasp, her tight arms barely able to reach half way around Isaan's waist as she refused to give up hugging him. Her bright eyes sparkled with their extreme oddisys, one purple and one silver framed by her thick red lashes. As she turned her tiny head to look at the boy on the floor she pursed her lips letting out a "Oh-ohooo" As she though of what to do. Reaching around her neck she took off her cloak placing it ever so neatly on the bed, she was currently wearing a bright pink over-alls with bunny rabbits on the pocket at her stomach, long strippy stockings to match and cute pink shoes. Around her neck a black ribbon layed with an orb which chimed as she shook her head to smooth down her hair. Skipping with an elated hum she moved closer to Joseph and reached into the stomach of her teddy taking out an aray of different coloured perminant markers. Making a square with her fingers and thumb she'd frame his face then look to her pens deciding that a bright metallic purple would suit him best. Stradling his chest she'd scribble on his face a monocle, a curled mostouche and goatie along with whiskers and a kitten nose. She'd roll off of the man and stand up pointing with her marker "Gwandfather you have been a vewy norty boi and must wakes up da poor fellow before shes has a nightsmare, what would gwandmamamamamamammaama think?" Turned her head slightly she'd pout, reaching around her back to take a fake tail she had sewn to her clothing just below her backbone. "Oh oh! You musts wake her ups with a kiss!" Who knew why she thought the person on the floor was a girl but she stared expectingly at her Grand father awaiting his submission to her preposal.

[joseph]

Joseph groaned as he began to regain conciousness. He rubbed his forehead and blinked his eyes as he tried to sit up, before realising a little girl was sitting on him. He shook his head and blinked a few more times, before deciding that he wasn't hallucinating.

"Umm...hello.." he said with a look of total confusion on his face. As he looked around the room, he saw that Isaan was still there. He looked away the moment their eyes met, deciding instead to stare directly at the floor. "Uhh, my appologies, sir..eh, your highness..sir.."

Clearly, he was unsure of how to act around such a being as Isaan. He had been told all about the Divine Order, of the three Elder Gods, and just how powerful they were. He was humbled by the visit, of course, but at the same time he felt utterly exposed and insignificant. Even in thinking that he made himself feel even more nervous by realising that Isaan could no doubt read his thoughts even easier than Michael.

"Can..can I help you in some way? Not that I mean to sound cheeky, or anything..ughh...someone wake me up.." he groaned again and fell back on his back.

[Brett]

Isaan watched Joseph fall back down on the floor and then shrugged at Saraneth, "Not sure grandma would be too happy if I went around kissing random boys, sweetie." he said, picking the girl up in his arms and holding her with a little grin, poking her on the nose before he looked down at Joseph again who couldn't seem to get his head around the fact there was an elder god in his room. "Alright, stop milking it. I visit mortals all the time, I'm a lot closer to mortals than most gods y'know, surely Michael told you that too."

He summons a chair and sits down on that instead, putting Saraneth on his knee and looking at Joseph on the floor. "I have a 'vested interest in all of Michael's endeavours and the company he keeps, see I want him to succeed in ridding Earth of this Vaticanus group." he said, looking at Saraneth. "I may not be the head of Dragos Midnight any more, but we help those who fight the good fight, isn't that right Saraneth?"

He gave Joseph a small grin, "Oh, this is my granddaughter Saraneth, she arrived shortly after you fainted."

[saraneth]

Saraneth bounces idoly on her Grandfathers leg as she glances down at Joseph, her silver and purple eyes staring at him with wide interest. She'd detatch herself from Isaan with the quick snap of bordem that a child often carries crawling over to the otherside of the bed behind Isaan, appearing like an ordinary five year old child. As she's introduced she'd pop her head around onto Isaan's shoulder and smile lightly waving bashfully with her puffy cheeks blushing in contrast to her pale skin. Lowering back down she'd pick her teddy up and perch it against the wall singing in a hushed tone to it, tunneling the world around her so it is just her, her teddy and a forest in autumn with a grey sky.

"On candystripe legs spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly! A movement in the corner of the room! And there is nothing I can do when I realise with freight that the spiderman is having
me for dinner tonight. Quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps closer now closer to the foot of the bed and softer than shadow and quicker than flies his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes "Be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy don't struggle like that or I will only love you more for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight" And I feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes and I know that in the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold and the spiderman is always hungry..."
Smiling idoly she'd stroke her teddy almost complaicently happy with herself for the memorisation of the song Dante taught her.

[joseph]

Joseph still looked slightly confused by the whole situation. He stared for a moment at Saraneth as she was singing, then shook his head and shrugged. He finally looked back to Isaan as he took a deep breath to compose himself. All this fainting just wasn't very British, after all - not a good show at all.
"Well, if you want to talk to Michael about how things are going, I'm sure he's around. I just don't see how you'd want to talk to me, I mean..I'm not even all that good at anything really important yet. Doubt I'm worth your time, sir."

He shrugged and, being rather too hard on himself, got up and opened the door to his room, holding it open so that Isaan could go and see Michael, which at this point he was sure the Elder God would do.

[Brett]

Isaan watched Saraneth crawl off and then apparently retreat into her own little world. Once her song was over her scooped her back up and sit her down on his lap again. "Sit with grandpa, young lady." he said, giving her belly a little tickle. "Got to learn how to be a good little princess, or else you won't grow up to be wise and strong like your parents." He kissed the top of her head and then looked at Joseph again, sighing as he seemed to continue to believe Isaan couldn't possibly be there to see him.

"I'm here to see you, Joseph." he said flatly, then looked down at Saraneth. "Silly boy doesn't realize we're here to see him." He gives her a goofy little smile, then looked back up at him seriously. "You may find it odd that I'm here, but I'm constantly visiting mortals to lend a hand, or to watch over them. Seems to me you need a bit of confidence, Michael is strong and one day he will soar above all humans, but in time you will surpass even him."

[saraneth]

Saraneth mirrored her Granfather's stare identically, folding her arms as she nodded to his comments. "I also have seen it, you will gain a manly beard and rise above the expectations that those you look up to now hold for you." The small upside down tear drop located at the middle of her forehead shimmered a light green as she spoke. "Gwand-father haz come to give you his timely advoice and you should get over your self asteem issues and sit down and listen like a good boi. Den I shall give chu an oreo dis big." She spreads her arms wide before folding them again and leaning back against Isaan reaching up to her red puffy tails yanking out the bubble gum pink bands so that her lower back length hair flowers over her shoulders with her fringe swept over to the right part of her face with the edges flicked out to both side like horns. She would almost appear like a china doll situated on Isaan's lap with her glassy stare and extremley rare snow white skin.