[ Surpassing all his peers, J had already lived for more than seven hundred years. He's seen the rise and fall of numerous civilizations the way a child might observe a colony of ants as they struggle and die throughout their simple little lives, and spent his days in the company of everyone from kings and lords to the most sinister and twisted of evildoers.
After living so long and seeing so much, what doesn't become mundane? He can't deny that an invading dragon has been something of an adrenaline rush. The fallout from its assault had even propelled him into action in the moments directly after. But that and everything else eventually bleeds away into a life lived into dull perpetuity. ]
You'd be surprised. [ That having been said, Luo Binghe himself provides something of an even stronger distraction. Raised by a benefactor that had pulled J off the streets at approximately this age, the demon is rarely so intrigued by anything than someone who resembles parts of what he once was or what he needed and never got with his own master.
When he'd taken in the only other ward besides Makoto who could survive the combined efforts of Hell and J's impossible demands, that child had been even younger. But Datenshou, much like Luo Binghe, had been an obedient little mite and had been the last of his kind- so J had taken him under his wing. An old habit of salvaging strays carried over from his guardian. Only for the Archduke, it was not without the ulterior motive of shaping them into an equal that rivaled his own power. Now, as another child stands before him, J allows himself the momentary diversion of tending to his needs. ]
I'm not so callous as to let a wounded child limp through the Citadel's hallways without seeing to their injuries first. [ Wouldn't that get the rumor-mill all abuzz with gossip, that he's brutalizing strays picked up from heaven knows where. Thankfully, the demon is smarter than to saddle himself with accusations, should someone misunderstand where the child's injuries came from, upon exiting J's room. ] But before we get into all of that, I am dying to know one thing.
Why is that your choosen destination? [ J busies himself with drawing over to a table filled with books, where several piles of them support an oblong silver tray. As he plucks it up to stride over to the child, its contents reveal themselves to be finger-foods. There are all manner of cheese, slices of meat and assorted fruit in the middle, encircled by a line of crackers and small pieces of bread around the perimeter. It's barely been touched. The contents are still fresh and neatly arranged, apparently not yet picked at by the demonic gourmand that had requested the luxurious snack. Without explaining his generous mood, J sets the smorgasbord on the little side table next to Luo Binghe in offering. ]
Unless you're a very new addition, I haven't seen your face among the assortment of orphans here.
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After living so long and seeing so much, what doesn't become mundane? He can't deny that an invading dragon has been something of an adrenaline rush. The fallout from its assault had even propelled him into action in the moments directly after. But that and everything else eventually bleeds away into a life lived into dull perpetuity. ]
You'd be surprised. [ That having been said, Luo Binghe himself provides something of an even stronger distraction. Raised by a benefactor that had pulled J off the streets at approximately this age, the demon is rarely so intrigued by anything than someone who resembles parts of what he once was or what he needed and never got with his own master.
When he'd taken in the only other ward besides Makoto who could survive the combined efforts of Hell and J's impossible demands, that child had been even younger. But Datenshou, much like Luo Binghe, had been an obedient little mite and had been the last of his kind- so J had taken him under his wing. An old habit of salvaging strays carried over from his guardian. Only for the Archduke, it was not without the ulterior motive of shaping them into an equal that rivaled his own power. Now, as another child stands before him, J allows himself the momentary diversion of tending to his needs. ]
I'm not so callous as to let a wounded child limp through the Citadel's hallways without seeing to their injuries first. [ Wouldn't that get the rumor-mill all abuzz with gossip, that he's brutalizing strays picked up from heaven knows where. Thankfully, the demon is smarter than to saddle himself with accusations, should someone misunderstand where the child's injuries came from, upon exiting J's room. ] But before we get into all of that, I am dying to know one thing.
Why is that your choosen destination? [ J busies himself with drawing over to a table filled with books, where several piles of them support an oblong silver tray. As he plucks it up to stride over to the child, its contents reveal themselves to be finger-foods. There are all manner of cheese, slices of meat and assorted fruit in the middle, encircled by a line of crackers and small pieces of bread around the perimeter. It's barely been touched. The contents are still fresh and neatly arranged, apparently not yet picked at by the demonic gourmand that had requested the luxurious snack. Without explaining his generous mood, J sets the smorgasbord on the little side table next to Luo Binghe in offering. ]
Unless you're a very new addition, I haven't seen your face among the assortment of orphans here.