The Flaming Fist Of Hope [Demonica]

“I don’t need to use my heart though. It is inefficient. Emotions are merely shackles which serve to further hinder the capacity of a being. They limit their drive, limit their power, and limit one's ability to protect themselves. If having a heart entails any of those things, it’s simply better to let such a useless item rot away into nihility. “

The way that the demoness’s words parried the hope that flowed from ulv’s mouth with a perfect anti-thesis of nihilism was . . interesting. To most the demoness would simply ignore their words. Allow them to spout and rave as they pleased but, this auburn lass had managed to in some manner get under her skin. Maybe it was the naive optimism that lingered in her as an inherently annoying trait, or it could be attributed to the fact she already was in quite a foul mood--nonetheless she didn’t stop the girl from going about her actions. Even as strange golden gooey glowing stuff appeared on her body the demoness had not quite stopped her for a very simple reason.

It was already very clear that beating this girl into the ground would solve the issue quite easily, and yet it would also discount from whatever the girl was trying to do. Seeing as demonica had nothing better to do, and was in the throes of her own self-loathing she didn’t really see the point in denying someone else simply based on her own irritation, especially if that person was obviously trying to extend their good will to the demoness. It was for this. . and a few other factors that ulv managed to get her glowing resolve light on the demoness. While a bunch of the energy in itself was mitigated by demons demon barrier quite a bit of it would still seep through.

The end result of course was as the demoness glanced down at the auburn haired girl the frown on her face became more neutral in nature. Of course this by no means meant that the demoness was. . .changed by the energy that was forcibly trying to alter her--but rather that it had made some modicum of headway.

Soon though, the demoness would slip out of the girls grasp and picked up the box of chocolates, remaining quite a distance away as she opened it. It wouldn’t hurt to try one . . . right?. With that thought in mind she hesitantly picked up one and bit down into it, the salty caramel coupled with a strawberry filling was alright as it was in demonica’s mouth. As she chewed she held a finger out to the girl who had tried touching her. Speaking in a fairly blunt and straightforward tone for the time being.

”Don’t try touching me again. Last thing i need is you becoming a bunch of meat-paste. “

The demoness paused, her tongue deftly clearing the bits of caramel from her teeth as her nose wrinkled in distaste. She obviously disliked the sticky sensation that clung in her mouth after eating the sweet, than she had the actual sweet itself. A faint smile on her lips as she rubbed her head.

”I can try letting people in. However, i doubt my worldview would change. You say that having a heart is. . worth it. Fine, i’ll see for myself what such emotions are. But it will be on my own terms, i’d appreciate it if you didn’t try altering my mood again.”

Demonica would have to be daft to overlook what the girl did to her body. However, she had gathered it was from good intentions so the demon muttered quickly, under her breath where it most likely wouldn’t be picked up, to avoid embarrassment.

”And thank you. “

Glossing over those mumbled words she’d respond once more in her normal voice.

My terms. Got that?”