amaimonthepsychoticcat:
The shadow narrowed its eyes in a bored like fashion and stepped into the light. Amaimon, one of the great Baal’s of Gehenna stood behind his elder brother, Amaimon reached into his coat pocket for a lollipop to replace the one he had already devoured before hand. “Hai, Aniue” his brother always knew when he was in the room, and by now he was used to it but not ever comforted by it. He looked out the window to see what his brother was looking at exactly, he didnt understand it, why was his brother so obsessed with this world?surely it got boring here just as much as their home!he clenched his teeth together burning to yell out unanswered questions but Amaimon knew when to hold his tongue and when he should let it loose. Only with his brothers permission could he do such things, say the wrong thing to Aniue and you could die in the next second,quite literally, growing up with Mephisto taught him many things about the great Time King, his rules were one of them. “………” He waited calmly for his time to speak watching his brothers every movement.
✟: He would be standing quite still as he gazed upon the city like a hawk to a field mouse. Only moving ever so often to take a drink from his tea cup—made from the finest china and painted with vibrant pinks and whites; splashes of yellow brought it a warm appearance. He was indeed fascinated by the mortals who lived in the city below. How they lived, breathed, existed. How their minds worked in both artistic and political senses. . the devil was intrigued by it all. His little toy box was indeed his pride and joy.
“You are abnormally quiet . .Amaimon.” Mephistopheles spoke with a lowered tone as his head slowly turned to the earth king. At last breaking his gaze from his precious theater.Those green eyes now would be looking the earthkings way. Like small sparks of light they shimmered in the darkness an eerie emerald glow.
“Something on your mind?”
