[ Honestly, he has no idea what's even really meant by the whole king thing. The mental image of "king" is stereotypical and feels stupid: some guy sitting on a throne with a robe and crown, barking out orders. Whatever thing lives inside of him doesn't feel.......... like that. It feels cold and wet, a formless shape, but one that's suffocating. One that presses up in him, clouds his lungs, makes him ache. Not some... figure of nobility, but some unknown, faceless thing peering out from the shadows — a beast. And it's violent and dangerous, unpredictable.
As far as demon kings go, Peter's.... not too versed in the subject, of demons in general. And he doesn't care to be even now that one supposedly nests under his skin; he hasn't done research on "demon kings" or "Hell" or any of those scary words. He didn't even know demons had kings. (He didn't even know demons were a real fucking thing.) He can tell from Henry's tone that she..... wasn't expecting this either, and it's something they might even laugh about if this were in any other context — a demon king? Really? That's stupid — but the context is the creature that's haunted him from the moment she met him, and it's directly interacted with her recently, and there's nothing humourous about it. ]
I don't know. [ The same answer as before, different question now. The question shakes him a little, because he... genuinely doesn't know how to answer it. He moves his legs a little, nudges the heel of one foot out into the small rocks by the river's edge, digs up wet earth. ]
It was.... it was quiet for awhile. It didn't try to like... come out or anything. But maybe that was worse, because I started like... fading away more. [ He swallows, unsure how to voice this. ] Luna got really scared that I'd fade away for good, so she.... did something. We did something, together. With the thing. She did all this research on it and.... made a pact with it. To try and help me.
[ Saying it aloud is another Bizarre Thing amongst Many Bizarre Things. It doesn't feel right against his tongue; it's like something out of a horror movie. ]
It's been hiding for a long time, but now I think it's.... getting stronger. I don't think it's going to hide away anymore.
[ He looks back up to Henry, brows drawn tight, face tense. There are... many implications here: it's not going to lie low anymore, just making its rare appearances in form of throwing him around or piloting his body in brief spurts to pick up items or do its artwork or all of the other activities it's been getting up to in its time here. Sneaky little things, things that are more easy to overlook.
It's going to want time to move and wander and meet people. To speak to people. To get....whatever it is it wants from them. Time to be with Luna, whom it sees as the witch and seems to be drawn towards on a level that's almost spiritual, some ancient connection. It's going to.... make itself known to Henry, apparently. Face to face, not hidden behind him and barely functioning, but using actual words, as clumsy with them as the creature still may be. It's been slowly absorbing and learning and strengthening over time. ]
You've seen it? Like..... like when it's stronger than before.
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As far as demon kings go, Peter's.... not too versed in the subject, of demons in general. And he doesn't care to be even now that one supposedly nests under his skin; he hasn't done research on "demon kings" or "Hell" or any of those scary words. He didn't even know demons had kings. (He didn't even know demons were a real fucking thing.) He can tell from Henry's tone that she..... wasn't expecting this either, and it's something they might even laugh about if this were in any other context — a demon king? Really? That's stupid — but the context is the creature that's haunted him from the moment she met him, and it's directly interacted with her recently, and there's nothing humourous about it. ]
I don't know. [ The same answer as before, different question now. The question shakes him a little, because he... genuinely doesn't know how to answer it. He moves his legs a little, nudges the heel of one foot out into the small rocks by the river's edge, digs up wet earth. ]
It was.... it was quiet for awhile. It didn't try to like... come out or anything. But maybe that was worse, because I started like... fading away more. [ He swallows, unsure how to voice this. ] Luna got really scared that I'd fade away for good, so she.... did something. We did something, together. With the thing. She did all this research on it and.... made a pact with it. To try and help me.
[ Saying it aloud is another Bizarre Thing amongst Many Bizarre Things. It doesn't feel right against his tongue; it's like something out of a horror movie. ]
It's been hiding for a long time, but now I think it's.... getting stronger. I don't think it's going to hide away anymore.
[ He looks back up to Henry, brows drawn tight, face tense. There are... many implications here: it's not going to lie low anymore, just making its rare appearances in form of throwing him around or piloting his body in brief spurts to pick up items or do its artwork or all of the other activities it's been getting up to in its time here. Sneaky little things, things that are more easy to overlook.
It's going to want time to move and wander and meet people. To speak to people. To get....whatever it is it wants from them. Time to be with Luna, whom it sees as the witch and seems to be drawn towards on a level that's almost spiritual, some ancient connection. It's going to.... make itself known to Henry, apparently. Face to face, not hidden behind him and barely functioning, but using actual words, as clumsy with them as the creature still may be. It's been slowly absorbing and learning and strengthening over time. ]
You've seen it? Like..... like when it's stronger than before.