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Entity Adrift: Chapter 15

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For the third consecutive night, Ukrin was plagued by nightmares. However, on this night these stressful dreams, which illustrated his possible execution, were not accompanied by sweet memories of the human world. When he did not dream of his own death, he dreamt of David's. Then he was haunted by visions of the human hating him for an eternity. Ukrin could not sleep until morning with such visions hounding him. During the latest hours of the night, he woke and could not slumber again. His apprehension over the next day was unbearable. He had potions and herbal remedies to help him sleep, but decided that what sounded most pleasant was a hot bath.

The demon's master bathroom was as elegant as one who had seen the rest of his abode would expect. The floors and walls were tiled with malachite. The bath itself was made from the same luscious green stone and was large enough for three demons to occupy comfortably. The ornate ceiling was a deep, faded gold. The faucets, handles, and most anything else metal bore the same color. The demon disrobed as hot water roared from the golden faucet. Bathing was a common form of meditation and, thus, a demon's bathroom was often the most beautiful and well-kept room in a home.

He sat naked on the edge of the tub, gazing at the rising water with a distant expression and running is clawed, red fingers under the faucet. When the water reached an acceptable height, it ceased its flow and Ukrin stepped carefully in, one dark foot after the other. He closed his eyes and let go of a long breath as he submerged all but his head. His raging thoughts stilled. There was silence apart from the occasional echoing drip-drop of a bead of water falling from the faucet into the bath. Steam filled the malachite-tiled room like the dawn fog in a mossy forest. The demon's mind traveled back to the mortal realm, to the seas of foliage. The wind blowing through the leaves and grass, like waves in a sea. The cool air brushing against his cheek, teasing his hair. In the distance echoed the desolate screech of a hawk as it scanned the land below for prey. Stony mountains propped against the steely clouds that were plump with the promise of rain.

The bathroom door abruptly opened. Ukrin gasped and sat up straight, disturbing the still waters around him. David was standing in the doorway, looking just as startled as the demon. Ukrin quickly changed from his monstrous appearance and into the delicate human David was comfortable with. David relaxed and entered, but there was still a minor look of urgency in his face.

“I-Is this the only bathroom?” he asked.

“Yes,” Ukrin said after a deep breath to settle his jumpy heart. “Come in, if you need.”

“Thanks,” he huffed, rushing in and shutting the door behind him. “I didn't mean to disrupt you, but I had no idea where the toilet was.”

“It's quite all right.”

David unzipped his pants and stood before the luxurious commode. He almost felt bad for urinating in something that looked so elegant, but his bladder had no such worry. Feeling a little awkward at the sound of his urine reverberating through the room, he decided to cover up the noise by inquiring, “You're taking a bath this late? M-Maybe that's common for demons, but...”

“My dreams would not let me sleep peacefully. I needed to clear my head.”

“Oh...” the human sighed, zipping his pants up and flushing the toilet. “Bad dreams?”

“Nightmares, yes.”

David made a soft sound in reply, but could not think of anything to say. He did not exactly wish to speak to this demon after their last conversation. He washed his hands and glanced at the demon relaxing in the tub. Even though he was angry, David knew that this creature was the only thing he had left after losing everything in one hastily-made action. It was difficult not to be angry, considering the circumstances, but, considering this circumstances, it was difficult to be angry at the one person left in his life. Once his hands were dry, he lingered there, seeming hard-pressed to know what he should do. In this entire time, the demon had hardly moved and had not even opened his eyes. He seemed very intent on enjoying serenity... “I'm bothering you, aren't I?” David inquired somewhat bitterly. “I should leave you be.”

David  swayed uncertainly, contemplating his options and waiting for some sign to tell him to stay or go. He could remain there with the demon or he could return to bed. He was not exactly tired after sleeping for so long. There was also something on his mind and, having peered into his mind, Ukrin knew this. He would not force it out of him.

“Come here,” Ukrin said gently, opening his eyes to look at the human. “Speak your mind.”

“Thanks...” he mumbled, coming to stand and then sit beside the tub. “Look, I... I want to apologize. You know... for yelling at you earlier.”

“Ah,” Ukrin breathed. “I would have been shocked if you had went along with everything.”

“I was—”

“Angry. Scared. Sad. I know. You have all the right to be.”

“It's just that I didn't even have time to cope with losing my job and seeing all these people I'd known since childhood turn their backs on me. Even though I'm not in Shortleaf or in my world, I still feel all that loss. And, well... I feel the loss of my entire world along with it.”

“I understand.”

“And...”

David clenched his teeth. He looked up at the demon who was watching him carefully. The curly-haired human furrowed his brow.

You betrayed me too,” he said firmly. “You were the only person I had left to trust and... Well, shit, it's really, really hard for me to trust anyone to begin with. After everyone I knew stabbed me in the back, you tried to kill me.”

“I am deeply sorry,” the demon apologized sincerely.

“How could you do that to me?” David asked, fury surfacing through his face. “After everything—”

“It is difficult to explain my actions and thoughts at that time.”

“Try. Otherwise I'm just going to believe that you were lying all along and that you tricked me.”

Ukrin put his head back against the tub and closed his eyes again as he pondered.

“I was caught between consciousnesses. On the one hand, I was still aware of the experiences I had in your world, but, on the other, I was remembering in great emotional detail the way I felt before coming there. I felt an overwhelming hatred for your kind, but a fondness for you and the land you lived in. I was conflicted.”

“But you had priorities,” David muttered. “Obviously, I don't mean that much if you wanted to kill me.”

“You have to keep in mind that my initial plan to bring demons into your world was not one I made halfheartedly. I felt the combined determination of all the years it took to get into your world as I was leaving your cabin that night. But... my fondness of you was still strong enough that I wanted to give you a kinder death than the one another demon might bestow. Truthfully, I did not want to kill you. I simply could not subject you to the horrors I was certain were to come.”

“But... your mind cleared up when you came back here?”

“Yes. Had it not, I might not have decided to save your life. I am still conflicted, but, worry not—I have no hatred for you, your kind, or the mortal world... Merely curiosity.”

The human leaned against the tub and sighed bleakly. He tried to believe that a life in hell with a demon who had ruined his life was an existence worth living. David could have never imagined a scenario in which he would be ungrateful towards someone who had saved his life, but now he was living that scenario.

“Tell me what you are thinking,” the demon said in his silky,  human voice.

“What's the point?” he scoffed. “You can just read my mind, can't you?”

“Invading your thoughts would be unfair. I am only seeing deep enough to tell that there is much on your mind that you want to say.”

“Why should I believe that?” David snipped. “Why should I believe anything you say?”

“I understand why you don't want to. You're afraid I'll betray you again.”

“Give me a reason not to think otherwise.”

“Because you need something to trust. You need to feel safe.”

“In hell?” he snorted with sarcasm. “Fat chance.”

“David, I cannot make you believe. All I can say is that I have never consciously lied to you.”

The human clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. He needed to be upset to cope with the drastic changes around him, but he was too conflicted to truly take out his anguish on Ukrin.

“What the hell am I supposed to do here?” he wondered fretfully aloud. “What can I do? I'm used to spending my time teaching or grading papers. When I didn't do that, there were so many other things I could do to pass time. What am I going to do?”

“You will not have to sit idly. There are many hobbies you can continue here. I have books, paper and pen for you to use. I will have to purchase other items for you soon.”

“What good is a book? I can't read your language.”

“It is not coincidence that I speak your language. Human language is more common in this world than you might think and there are books written in English here.”

“So read and write until I die,” he spat. “That's what I'm going to do?”

The demon scrunched his eyebrows and exhaled sharply. The peace and quiet he had hoped to have in the tub was clearly not going to be had now. Ukrin yanked the plug from the drain and stood up without much warning. He pulled a black towel from a golden rack above the tub and dried his body.

“I'm going to do everything I can for you,” Ukrin stated with exasperation. “However, this situation will not get any better with my help alone. You have to learn to adjust.”

“I just got here! How quickly do you want me to adapt?!”

“An effort could be made.”

“Y-You think I'm not trying?!” David snarled, shooting to his feet and scowling. “Do you know how much effort it's taking me not to cave in and lose my mind? I'm trying so hard to grasp everything around me and I know we haven't even scratched the surface of how different things are.”

“What would you have me do about that?” Ukrin retorted. “I cannot force you understand. I am doing my best to explain everything to you. What else should I do?”

David would have loved nothing more than to have a suggestion for him, but he knew Ukrin was being honest with him. Even though he wanted to vent his raging emotions in some way, he only became angry with himself for taking it out on this being. The human clenched his teeth and looked painfully at the ground. “I'm sorry,” he muttered furiously. “I-I'm not being fair. I know I'm not. I just... I don't know how to handle all this. I don't even know if I can handle this.”

Ukrin let out another sigh, this one long and weary. He stepped out of the tub, put his hand on David's shoulder, and gently said, “You're right. You haven't had much time yet to adapt. I apologize if I seem impatient.”

“You're probably just tired of me bickering,” David laughed wearily. “I haven't done much besides yell at you since I got here.”

“That is not untrue... but I never expected differently. There is much to take in... Never mind what I said earlier—be slow in adjusting. Take your time.”

“At least I've got plenty of that,” he laughed pathetically.

The two had been about to part ways, but realized neither of them intended to sleep. Ukrin had given up on the notion and David was far from tired after spending over half his time in the underworld sleeping already. The demon decided to give the promised items to his friend since they were both awake. David scowled a little at the inkwell and quill, realizing he couldn't nervously bite the end of a feather like he normally did with plastic pens. The journal he was given was not a spiral notebook like what came to mind when he heard the word “journal,” but rather a heavy, leather-bound book filled with empty sheets of rough, unlined paper. He still struggled to find words to truly express what he was going through and had never felt comfortable penning his emotions to begin with, so he instead started doodling unrealistic dogs in the front page. Later, he would find the words he needed to write.

As the human occupied himself, Ukrin sat by a window in his study, deep in contemplation. He thoroughly thought through his options and devised several ways in which he could convincingly continue out his lie. He wrote down his options and wracked his brains over each one. Even after hours, he would still not know if any of these options would keep the truth hidden later on that day and, by extension, save him from execution. If his fellow demons believed the words of the angel over his lies, execution was almost guaranteed. It would have been easy to wallow in stress and anticipation, but his fate and David's fate relied on his clear head and quick thinking.

Having spent far too long ruminating, the demon returned to his quarters to rest until he needed to depart. David remained awake, having finally finding the words that had eluded him before and scribbling them down in a fervor.


It was nearly time to leave. In the parlor, Ukrin anxiously smoothed out the wrinkles of his coat and gussied up before the mirror. David was there, reading, sitting on a lavish armchair and watching from the corner of his eye. It was an odd sight to see this giant, horned creature fussing over his appearance—it was not what typically came to a human mind when one thought of a demon.

After his initial chuckle at this sight, David realized that his friend appeared to be going somewhere. The brunet gazed at his book for a moment... Then he placed it facedown on his thigh, keeping it open so as not to lose his place. For a moment, he watched his hands, feeling one with the other. Using a quill and ink was messy for a beginner and had left some black stains on his fingers. As he scraped the ink from his fingernails, he mulled over the idea of the world around him. He asked suddenly, “Can I go with?” just as the demon had been ready to leave the room.

“N-No,” Ukrin replied, taken aback by the question. “You... would you truly want to see the world outside? It... would be a shock to you.”

“I just... think I need to see it. Even if just for a little bit. I need to know what's around me so I can deal with it, instead of just imagining what it's like.”

“Now is not the best time. Perhaps another day.”

“Well, look, I don't really need you to go with me.”

“That is wrong,” Ukrin replied promptly and firmly. “This world is not kind to mortals who meander about. I would have to accompany you.”

“Why can't I go with you then?”

“This is important business that I must tend to alone.”

Of course it is,” David muttered. “Why haven't you mentioned it if it's so important?”

“I didn't want to alarm you.”

“You didn't want to—i-is it worth being alarmed over?” David gasped, eyes suddenly fixed to the demon with intense worry. “Just tell me.”

“They might decide to execute me today.”

David couldn't even manage a skeptical “what,” because Ukrin's tone had been so nonchalant. It had to have been a joke. Noticing the stress in the human's face, Ukrin reluctantly elaborated: “When I first returned, I had to report to those who funded and approved of my portal, to tell them of my voyage into your world. I was supposed to turn in any items from the human world for inspection. I was required to tell them of your existence, but I didn't want anything to happen to you as a result. So I lied.” He sighed a little and stepped away from the doorway, transforming into his short, pale form as he did. He approached David and his worsening expression, sat down in the matching chair beside him, and put a consoling hand on David's shoulder.

“The angel who tried to protect you and kill me returned to his world and told his side of the story—the truth. Now there will be a meeting to determine who is lying. If they find out I lied to harbor you here, the punishment will no doubt be death.”

“You were going to get yourself killed and not even tell me?”

“I didn't want to alarm you. You have enough testing your nerves as it is.”

“What would I have done if you hadn't come back?”

“I will, David. I'm confident I can talk my way out of execution, but, if I can't, a date will be set and I can return home in the meantime.”

“You look nervous, Lucas. Are you confident you won't be executed?”

The blond-haired one smiled gently and leaned forward to kiss David's cheek. “I promise I will be fine,” he calmly assured as he pulled back. “I'm only nervous because my fate is no longer independent—what happens to me will affect you. The consequence for failure is much more dire.” David forced a laugh.

“You're still as sappy as ever. At least you haven't changed completely.”

“I must go now, David. I will be back before sundown. Do not worry.”

Yeah, right,” he scoffed sarcastically. “It'll be a breeze.”

The demon lifted to his feet and turned. Before taking a step forward, David suddenly gripped to his hand and spoke: “Just don't screw up, please. Good luck.” Ukrin smiled, but did not turn back to do so. For a brief moment, he held tight to David's hand then let go. As he left the room, he replied, “Thank you.”

The red noon sun burned bright and hot above the Grand Seer's Basilica. Its glare upon Ukrin's shoulders felt like a scrutinizing eye, burning into him for the truth. Such an apprehensive weight this lie carried. He feared what would happen to David if his lie was discovered. Knowing his friend's fate depended on him, Ukrin took a deep breath in and exhaled confidence. There was no room for worry when it was so crucial for him to be levelheaded. The black and red demon stepped through the grand doorway and into the basilica.

He had never once seen the Hall of Worlds. Most of the architecture in the underworld was worth admiring, but after decades of viewing it, most demons didn't give these grand rooms any pause for attention. Ukrin was one of the same, but the Hall of Worlds was quite difficult not to admire. It was different from most demonic architecture because this room was not made of dark-colored stone. Instead, it was made up of milky-white marble. The room was circular to fit the giant marble dome far above. Sparkling crystal and tiles of silver and gold made up a motif of a sun in this dome and a larger, matching motif lie upon the center of the white marble floor. In the center of the dome, three stories up, was a small stained glass window to let in sunlight and cast sparkling shapes of light upon the floor.

The five demons of the Council of Mortal Affairs were already there, dressed in their black robes. They stood at the edge of the large motif and, when he had entered, gestured for Ukrin to stand beside them.

“We apologize,” Master Aval stated stiffly, “for the suddenness of this meeting. This has all been very abrupt.”

“Overworlders,” one scoffed. “They must always cause a scene.”

“Hopefully, this will be over with soon. We have greater matters to attend to.”

On cue, a loud zap emitted from the dome. All the glowing eyes in the room turned up. A wild spark rapidly expanded where the sound had originated. Blazing white tendrils like lightning lapped against the marble dome, almost as though they were searching for something to grab onto while the portal dilated. Blinding white light shone through. Then a pure white figure dropped through quickly, portal closing behind them. The angel landed delicately, despite the speed of her descent.

The glowing white, owl-faced woman stood confidently in the center of the room, showing in her stance that she felt she towered over those around her even though they were of equal height. In a wispy, ethereal voice, she announced, “I am Kiah Leros Ah-Kyun of the overworld. I am Overseer of Human Protectors.”

“We're quite aware,” Master Aval humphed with little patience. “We also understand that this guardian angel of yours hallucinated some human being brought into our world against his will.”

“Hold your tongue, demon,” she snipped, wispy, whispering voice suddenly hissing and loud. “This is a matter of the utmost solemnity and one which we must untangle quickly.”

“There is nothing to untangle. You have read the report of the accused. Your protector is merely fabricating some way to redeem himself after failing to kill the one he was ordered to.”

“More likely, this creature was lying.”

“We wish that were the case. It would be far less disgraceful than his pitiful escape through the portal.”

Ukrin spoke up then.

“What exactly is the story of this angel? What does he say happened?”

“The both of you battled and exhausted each other. The moment he had let loose the final blow, the human he was meant to protect put himself between it and you, which threw you and the mortal into this world.”

The demon who stood accused of lying, softly hummed in feigned contemplation. He could feel the ones around him peering into his head, looking for a lie, but Ukrin was studied in the powers of the mind and could keep any thought readers out of with no effort. In truth, Ukrin was only pretending to seem ponderous. He of course knew that what this woman was saying was true, but needed to pause so his answer didn't seem rehearsed... even though it was.

“It sounds plausible. Everything happened in a flash and I was quite weak. Perhaps I missed seeing the human,” he lied carefully... then he furrowed his brow and shook his horned head. “But I do not remember anything but myself coming through the portal.”

“You really saw nothing?” the angel asked suspiciously.

“No, but I did not linger around where the portal had been. When I slipped through, I returned directly home to heal myself.”

“It's a disgrace,” the high demon stated with repulse. “But it said the same in the report we gave you. Is it at all possible that the human died upon contact?”

“The guardian, Hazuul Unh A'Liin, was adamant that the human had jumped in front of this demon and taken the full force of the attack, and admitted it is possible he could be dead... However, he was certain without a doubt that the man then came through the portal with this demon. There would have been a body and it would not have gone unnoticed. Surely this demon is lying.”

“Perhaps your it is your protector who is lying. Trying to save is own hide for failing to protect his mortal!”

“Perhaps neither of us is lying,” Ukrin suggested slyly. “He and I were both in poor condition after our battle. Given the darkness and weather around us, it seems it could be simple enough for either of us to miss seeing something or to perhaps see something that wasn't actually there.”

“Explain how the human was not accounted for in his realm, then,” she snarled.

“Many terrible things happened to him before I left, a result of hatred within his own community. When I last saw him, he was afraid for his safety and was planning to leave his home. I am not saying it is completely impossible he ended up in this word, but I knew this mortal better than your Hazuul did.”

Kiah's eyes narrowed viciously at the demon. Ukrin continued, tongue sharp as ever.

“I would also point out,” he stated evenly, “that if the human did enter this world against his will, even if by accident, it was the fault of Hazuul. Not myself.”

“Then let me also point out,” Kiah seethed, wispy voice waving with threat, “that whatever has become of this human, whatever involvement you had, you were in a realm in which your kind is forbidden.”

“Our laws indicate that a scholar wishing to enter the mortal realm with purely academic interest is allowed to do so,” Master Aval intervened. “It is an oversight on your part, I imagine, since you and your kind like to think us all uncivilized beasts.”

Kiah's eyes were squinting and skeptical. It seemed to the angel that the accused was lying and the Council was aiding him in his fabrication, but there was no way for her to be certain. None of these beings showed signs of dishonesty, but demons were notoriously adept when it came to being untruthful.

“You demons are all silver-tongued. How could one expect me to believe this?”

“If you think us all liars,” Master Aval scoffed, “then nothing we say, even if it pleased you, could ever be true.”

“It seems there is little we can conclude at the present time,” she stated with little pleasure. “So be it.”

“So you will drop your accusations and leave us be?”

“Absolutely not. I will return to the overworld to further discuss matters with Hazuul and my comrades, but this is not over. We will discover the truth, whatever it may be. And promptly so.”

She whipped her hand skyward, throwing what looked like a star into the ceiling. A portal appeared again. Before leaving, the angel glared at Ukrin and said clearly and coldly, “I will not rest until I see your head part ways with your shoulders.” Feathery white wings burst from her back and she lifted upward with ease. In moments she was gone and all that was left of her presence was a singed marble dome and a large, loose feather. Ukrin picked it up and examined it thoughtfully. Inside, the demon was relishing in sweet relief, but on the outside he was calm and collected.

“At least she made haste,” one of the Council members remarked. “Still, it was a waste.”

“Agreed,” Master Aval grunted. “For her as well as us. She is no further ahead than she was before she came here.”

“And her tone!” the council member exclaimed. “They have no respect for us. Such arrogance.”

“Excuse me,” Ukrin bowed humbly, “but if you have no need of me, there are matters which require my attention.”

“Now that you mention it,” Aval hummed, “the College of Mortal Studies is interested in your observations of the human world. They would like any facts and theories you have to offer. Appease them and they will pay you handsomely.”

“Many thanks,” Ukrin said, bowing slightly once more. “I shall do so soon. Thank you.”

The demon turned to make for the door, gathering his thoughts that had seemed almost to scatter upon the floor the moment he realized he would not be executed any time soon. He wished to walk with a spring in his step, to bask in his marvelous wit and trickery. “One more thing.” Ukrin stopped just at the doors and looked over his shoulder at the council member that had spoken.

“You are... certain of what you said?” she asked, green eyes glowing with scrutiny. “That the human did not return with you.”

“As certain as I can be,” Ukrin replied. “As I mentioned before, in my condition I might have missed him coming through the portal, but I am quite certain he did not.”

“Yes, as you already said.”

“Do you doubt me?”

“A few demons witnessed your return. They stated that you appeared to be carrying something as you flew home.”

“That is odd,” Ukrin stated calmly despite the sudden jolt to his heart.

“I agree,” she said just vaguely enough for Ukrin not to know how she meant it. “There are just as many witnesses stating the opposite, that you had nothing with you. All of these reports are somewhat unreliable, so I wanted to be certain that you were certain.”

“I've told you what I know and remember,” Ukrin stated firmly. “In regards to the human, I am being only as honest as I can be—as I said, my poor condition—”

“You need not repeat yourself thrice. You may go. Forgive me for keeping you.”

One last time, Ukrin bowed. As he left the Hall of Worlds, he felt far less confident than he had moments earlier. It was beginning to seem that this matter would not be ending any time soon. Ukrin had little liking for the unknown when his life hung in the balance.


The demon returned home in the late afternoon. Under his arm was a satchel of clothing for David. It was nearly identical to the denim jeans, plain shirts, and flannels he wore in his world. Ordering such a style from the tailor had not been given without a skeptical, sneering expression, nor had it been cheap, but none of this mattered if it made David feel more comfortable.

When he heard the door open, David came rushing to the doorway of what was now his bedroom. He peered carefully around the corner before exiting. When he saw the familiar demon appear in the foyer and transform into a man with long, blond hair, David breathed a grateful breath and rushed down the spiral staircase to meet him. “How did it go?” he asked anxiously. “Is everything okay?” Ukrin looked tired, an appearance that worried the human. Ukrin handed him the satchel and said, “these are for you.” He smiled a little at David then and said, “Worry not. I lied proficiently.” Ukrin patted the human's back and headed to his study.

“So... they don't know about me?” David asked as he followed him.

“They know of you, not that you are here and certainly not that I am harboring you,” he replied.
“Lucas...”

David stopped at the foot of the stairs, gazing down at the satchel that had been placed in his arms. From halfway up the staircase, the demon looked below.

“I'm not supposed to be here. If we're seen together, I'll be putting your life in danger... won't I?”

“Not automatically, but more than likely. It would be risky, to say the least.”

“So...” the human swallowed hard and looked up at Ukrin. “That means I can't leave, doesn't it?”

Ukrin opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out when he saw the look on David's face. Yet another thing to be taken from him. The walls were closing in around the human. He lost more freedom by the moment. It pained Ukrin to do this to him... He carefully answered, “I will try to find some way...” He knew there was none. Even if it weren't for the risk, the only way he could safely leave his home with David was by putting him in chains and pretending he was a slave. He couldn't do that to David.

Somehow, even though David did not know about human slavery, he seemed to know that Ukrin was only being optimistic for the sake of his sanity. He knew he would never leave this house. The satchel of clothes slipped from his hands and landed quietly at his feet. David stood there, swaying, looking at the clothes he had dropped. “No,” he breathed in response to his own question, “of course not. It is hell after all, isn't it?”

“David,” Ukrin sighed regretfully, descending the stairs. “I promise I'll figure something out.”

“Don't lie just to make me feel better,” David muttered, still too distant to manage any emotion. “I can't go home. I can't leave this building. I have to stay here until I die.”

“I will find a way to—”

“SHUT UP!” David screamed, shoving the demon just as he reached the bottom stair. “STOP LYING!”

“David, I promise you,” Ukrin huffed, staying out of arms reach, “if there is a way, I will find it.”

In an instant, David shoved past Ukrin as forcefully as he could. He stormed up the staircase and barked down, “Just leave me alone! I've had enough of you ruining my life.” The door to his room was heard slamming above. Ukrin picked himself up and looked at the satchel of clothes on the floor. Before picking them up, he let out a long, depressed sigh. Knowing that David would not be leaving his room any time soon, the demon shed his human skin and changed into the more comfortable demonic form.

He set the clothes outside of David's door, then carried on to his study. There was much to be done and David's attitude did not make things any easier. Ukrin felt terribly for the human and the circumstances he was in, but simultaneously grew more and more frustrated with him. I tried to do what I thought was right, he mused restlessly. He nearly died to protect me. I couldn't have let him die, even if it meant this was his existence for eternity... but it seems we both made mistakes. This is his punishment for protecting me. My punishment for protecting him could very well end in my death. Either of us would have been better off by letting the other die, but instead we will suffer together.
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yay, writing on parchment with a quill for the next 50-60 years, in the same 4 gothic walls. now that sounds like fun. not. but at least Ukrin has a nice bathroom. could have been a tar pit, right?