Ohhhhhhhh~? You Again? [Mana/Mat]

How it must feel to be young, and free, within the realms of Demon World.

As The Demon Patriarch walked bare foot through the reddened sands, bearing his signature white and purple toga. A simple design of clothing which at the same time spoke of immense grace. For as he walked it seemed that the sands it's self parted for his feet, that the air listened to his breathing, and the sun cast his shadow upon the world. He had come here with a purpose, to perhaps check on a demon of note. As he felt the whirlwind of demonic magic, in a slow manner he'd raise his hand upwards. Speaking but a soft incantation upon the world; as his own energy seemed to raise from the depths of his being to influence the world around him.
As the chaotic and wild energy which was the proclaimed Demon Queen sought to enforce her will upon the sands, not a single grain of such would touch his pristine skin. As he walked through the rapidly destructing sand, he'd find himself arriving next to her to take a deep breath as if basking in the flow of magic in the area. His muscled chest expanding upwards, as blackened and crimson eyes closed. Standing next to the Demoness as she spoke, he took but a moment to feel the revelry in the air, before opening his eyes with a pleased sigh.

"You've grown into everything I could have expected, truly, a wonderful sight to behold." The being spoke fondly, as a pleased hum escaped his lips. His genteel voice far different than her own ascent, if one had to placed it, they would only note it felt old. As his head turned to now look upon her, he'd tilt his head at her. Mat was a demon whom very presence seemed to be intoxicating, as it pressuring the very world around them to cave to his desires. Not by magic, but sheer presence of being. Among their kind it was rare to find a Danava ancient as he, even more rarer for them to have never reincarnated.

"Have you been well, have you sustained yourself? Is your purpose still fresh, dear?" He'd inquire, as his head turned outwards to the world around them. The demonic plane of Vicara held a special place within the blackness which was his heart. If he could feel any true emotion, any true affection, it was for the placed which housed many of his kin. Which allowed them the indulgences needed to sustain themselves, and eventually, die.

The man listened intently to her story as she spoke, his head tilted upwards to the chaotic sky above head. There was always so much within the head of the Demon, so much that he could never place it into words. It was the nature of a being such as him to plan, and plot, and indulge himself in the joys of the world. But only when those joys presented him with a challenge worthy of a being such as he. Being an first incarnation, and having to sustain himself came in a bit off a different line.

As he heard her speak of the heights she obtained he allowed a smile to be casted upon his lips, genuine in nature for the demonic Patriach. He rarely had to hide his true feelings of the genuineness which was his life. His domain of the world relied upon the many events which transpired over the countless years he had walked existence. So to see Mana in her youth rise so high, it both surprised him and saddened him. For such a demonic soul, in all their glory, was fast approaching their fate.

"It is truly, something of amazement." He'd remark still gazing upon the sky, the maelstrom of this world sustaining him. As within his heart he felt something in that cold bottomless pit which was his heart. The smile turned to a frown. "Yet, I find myself saddened." His voice took on a somber tone, like a man whom had witnessed a tragedy many times. Like a policeman walking once more onto a crime scene, upon a horrible accident which despite knowing what awaited him still harmed him.

"Have I ever spoken to you, dear, the fate which awaits our kind?" He'd ask softly, turning to face her. As much as he wished to treat her like the child he had once known, to allow her the ignorance of her demonic youth, he knew that such times where fast leaving. Even as she asked about his own entanglements, a soft smile came upon his lips.

"You know, dear, that I am a demon whom lurks. Whoms actions and plans may not see fruition for one second, or one thousand years. But I fear, I must place all my plans upon hold." He'd sigh, closing his eyes shaking his head. "I had wished to remain but a background figure, but it is perhaps time, I take a more proactive role. Something which our progenitor has lacked in." It was clear he spoke of one figure, Deveta. In all his years, it was a well known fact that Mat was not particularly keen on their 'father'.

"But, I believe it is time, I impart upon your some wisdom. Should you wish to hear it, o' queen of demons." The last part was spoken with a coy smile, one which only beings as old as he could muster without seeming as being smug.