She stares briefly at the offered space before realizing the gesture.A
quiet ‘ thank you ’ slipping from her lips as she acknowledges that it was indeed
meant for her.Grateful to escape the train’s crowded aisle and from standing.
‘ To answer your question:I’m conflicted to say I’d agree. ’
‘ Every demon has their own sets of
intentions and impulses, though
not all act upon them.YET humans are similar in that notion…That they have
their own shrouded intentions and
impulses. ’His question sank in deep.
Izumo’s mind thinking far beyond her comprehension to explain it.She agreed,
not EVERY demon is malevolent.An example being herself.But to actually
ADMIT such? It felt taboo, against every moral, a sin. ‘ And while I may be
strange, you are even more ODD,mister. ’
———❝ I’M GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME PAGE HERE. if every human were divine, demons would have no quarter. ❞ he supposed the same could go for demons, how easily a mob of kind devils could turn the human race into fat licentious gods. there needed to be a balance of sorts, good and evil at the correct ratio, else all hell break loose. he wondered the exact numbers, but knew then he was part of the select few who tilted the scales.
❝ i’m not so odd if you think about it ; anyone is capable of free thinking, you especially, young lady. ❞ a smile, followed by the man sliding a hand into his shirt pocket. between two fingers, a gold embossed card moved from his hand to hers, placed there and folded over like a delicate gift. three and a half by two, the card listed a name — elliot kaufman — and an email address beneath a phone number.
‘ Might as well be damned from the blood alone…Since you can see them too, right?The, uh——ghosts? … ’Her glare wearies as she spoke.
Carmines ignoring her hands toinstead side eye the other passengers around her. As if expectant to see one,
ᴀ ꜱᴩɪʀɪᴛ.
A sense of nervousness floods her, almost regret.Inwardly wondering if it’s only her who could see them.She looks away,returning her gaze to the man beside her.‘ Never mind… Dumb question… But demons, useful how? ’
———So that was what had triggered the sensation. Despite his ability to see with truer eyes, the man hadn’t noticed the spirits at first. His perception of the arcane and occult often began with a stiff pain in the back of his neck, followed by a burning sensation. The scar left there always seemed to react in situations like this.
❝ You’re a strange girl indeed. ❞ He smiled, scooting a bit to the side as to let her sit down. The train was crowded from early morning commuters, but the man always seemed to find a place for him to rest.
❝ Many demons are malignant beings of a selfish nature… but what if I were to tell you, not every demon is as parasitic as you think? ❞
“Infernal“ blood grew cold. Vivid hues widen, now disturbed as her focus shifts to him from her peripherals.A once lackluster train ride now a growing concern.‘ It’s… Diluted. Happens when your family is old as dirt… ’
Izumo’s eyes return forwards,coming to glare at the pale hands that clenched her cellphone in her lap. ‘ … Are there any more like us nearby? You know—— the DAMNED.Since I obviously can’t tell. ’
———❝ You’ll get a nose for it, eventually — for better or worse, demons can be quite useful. ❞ He folded the paper over his thigh, finding himself suddenly disinterested in the article he’d been reading. It was evident the man was of foreign blood, but you couldn’t tell it by how he spoke. His tongue hadn’t the slightest of accents.
The man frowned, rubbing his forearm as if her words hadn’t struck a chord. The parallels in her statement certainly made him wonder.
❝ But damned is such a harsh word for a girl whose only sin is the blood coursing through her veins? ❞
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