[Marriage...??? Zayin supposes he could officiate a marriage, yes. It would be a different conversation if Blue had ever seen his demon form, but...] Don't get too far ahead of yourself, [Zayin chuckles.] But yes, I would be happy to officiate your wedding in the future.

[Zayin's face falls a bit, but the mood lightens again when Blue assures him things will be okay.] If you ever have anything on your mind, I am an ordained priest, so you're welcome to confide in me. [That's somewhat of a loaded statement considering his real relationship with God, but no one ⤵️

[It seems they have an understanding. Zayin nods, solemn, repentance in his expression.] I will, [he promises.] My path is meant for mankind to prosper, I can assure you that.

//We need to go back to my era of drawing Satan doing mundane things like cooking for the orphans with his breasts wrapped up to prevent him from being indecently exposed

[Zayin shakes his head.] It's in my soul, [he replies.] There is no magic that can change my soul without snuffing it out. So instead, I... suppose martyrdom is my only choice.

[Zayin tilts his head.] Why wouldn't he be? [he asks.] You have been kind to me thus far. That may seem small, but it is something to be proud of, to be kind in a world that doesn't always reciprocate. It's a form of rebellion in itself, to be true to yourself despite hardship. …I suppose I make ⤵️

[Silence is thick as an uneasy fog between them until Zayin speaks again.] ...When it is done, I will be the last to fall. That is my fate.

[Dread? The power of demons in his veins, perhaps? But Zayin is kind to the innocent, and so long as Blue commits no mortal sin, he will be fine.] I see... He must be very proud of you, to leave you with such a name. [So he imagines, at least. What's it like, to have a grandfather?]

Blue Oak. That paints a nice picture. [Zayin smiles a bit.] I would share mine, but... Alas. Seldom do the people in Millennium have families.

[Zayin clears his throat.] Well... I am half demon myself. I'd be quite the hypocrite.

[SNEEZES] ...Someone needs to stop talking about me behind my back.

I've known a man named Hawk, so it isn't strange to me. Blue is a fine color, anyway.

I wish I could throw caution to the wind and do something. The politics surrounding demons are... delicate. The cruel ones, however, I certainly wouldn't mind putting to the blade.

...... [Not very talkative, huh? The soldier clears his throat.] Err... I'm Zayin. Nice to meet you.

That makes two of us, at least...

Sometimes I wonder how the people who witnessed the Megiddo Ark in action can look at me as a man and not a monster.

𝗡𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹... ≫ #SMTRP #MVRP #RPSky ≪

I hate demons so much.

Oh that must have been. Uh. Someone else. I'm going somewhere else now,

You insisted once that I follow up by saying "knock knock here comes my cock" and I refuse.

Hey what's going on in the hall of chaos- never mind goodbye

...Sometimes I wish Aleph were here, but I could be talking about the weather and he'd give me a look. It's difficult being estranged from your best friend because of what someone else did to you.

If only I could express the harrowing feeling of excelling in certain specialized areas, while failing to even remotely resemble a human being.

"I've faced worse forms of disgrace." The lengths he would go for his ideals sometimes land him in serious shenanigans...

"Don't worry, I carry a supply of dis-poison everywhere I go. I should be all right."

"Brainrot..." Sigh. "I may as well. The ones whose brains have been turned to rot are the ones I wish to heal, after all. I will have to learn what exactly makes them think this way if I have any hope of assisting them."

//If Zayin somehow becomes a figure of importance to the fairies I'm going to die laughing while he dies of embarrassment

Zayin scratches his head. "Eye catching and colorful is already covered by the decorations in the cathedral... I'm not sure where to go from there if the architecture isn't enough to gain their attendance."

I am starting a series of campaign posters to encourage youth to join the congregation. Thoughts?

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︵ ㅤㅤ➣ㅤㅤ𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ︶ ㅤ

Megiddo Ark Monday.

"Calling what? Introducing yourself with passive-aggressive behavior that speaks more towards your own shortcomings than mine? I'm mature enough to see that you have nothing to offer me if you're going to act like that."

"Rude."

Should I ask how everyone is doing, or just assume we're all as mad as yesterday?

"I understand," Zayin confesses. "I don't, either. It's not something to tell to someone you want to impress, that in another world you might have killed them without remorse."

Mmm. Being social in an antisocial state of mind isn't exactly easy.

"This isn't a competition for 'worst living being', you know." Zayin sighs out his exhaustion. "No man has the same eyes as the other. Not everyone sees you as more evil than I. After all, I chose the genocide of my own free will. And I'd do it again."

"You're preaching to the choir." Zayin shakes his head. "I slaughtered non-believers in the name of God. We are two sides of the same coin."

Eerily similar. "You have my condolences." Yet, Zayin has never confided his woes before, and his lips remain sealed to keep those awful words locked away.

I see. [He has little else to add, and it is still awkward from the misstep before.]

"See you." Goodbye is bittersweet. As is the taste of the sins he continues to commit in the presence of the first kindhearted demon he's met...

"A whole reality, to revive Faust... Or, whatever that devil tricked you into." Sigh. "No wonder you see right through me..." The Megiddo Ark is still a single step behind him in his mind.

Good. [Zayin looks away, eyes still bulging. H. At least Krypt is only 2 feet taller than him, but still.] I apologize for the awkward introduction. I am Zayin, captain of the Templar Knights.

...... "You, too? The fate of a lost lamb of God?"

"Nahobeeho... It's cute." Zayin smiles a bit more sincerely. "I would be delighted to see you again as friends."

"That sounds like a lovely idea." Zayin offers a small smile to the fairy. Ah. Right. "...Zayin. My name is Zayin."