"actually, I haven't been on Earth for a hundred orbit parties so forgive the curiosity." He said blatantly, letting Alexander have the computer back. "You humans and the need to prove everything." He muttered, going to stand in the center of the human containment unit, trying to think what he could do that wouldn't immediately get the boy killed. Most of his abilities were shared among the other radio demons, abilities to shaorshift to human forms, creat breaks in a reality flavor, and of course, make deals. The other radio demons had their own unique abilities attributed to their death and personality. Faybian had a feeling that Alexander didn't want to see him poison another human, no matter how fun that would have been. Instead of doing the more fun but he decided on something less permanent. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and grabbed a blank sheet of paper. He held it up and watched as it immediately caught on fire, the human containment unit filling with a sickly sweet scent Faybian was all to familiar with. He breathed in the smoke, peepers glowing a deep purple. "Tell me, human. What more proof you need to satisfy your curiosity." He turned to face Alexander, gaze heavy with malice. "I'm certain you don't wish to see what else I can do. Not if you don't want to be making a deal with me to prevent your prosecution." He flared away, starting to get impatient, a light humming sound filling the air as his mood worsened. "You should have read the grimoir." He breathed a sigh and pressed a hand to his temple. "It's as simple as stating what you desire and I agreeing. There's some paper work but that's more for me. You'll feel it when the deal is made. There's not really much more change thatll happen. And no, it's not 'magic.'" he glanced up, a laugh escaping him. "Oh darling, you really are adorably oblivious." He shook his head sympathetically "no, your skull control chemistry won't change. Nothing about you physically or mentally will change. But you will know we're in a deal together. Bonded, if you will. I won't let you forget either way."
Alexander paused. "Alright well, that won't work….how about you be my helper. I need to work with a lab assistant for my upcoming project and I don't know if you noticed but I'm the cleanest person. So help me get back to being clean and a respectable person. Help me get back to the way I used to be. No mind games or voodo stuff you do just get me back to normal the right way. I can even learn more about you instead of what they tell me in this stoopid grimoire. I'm not worried about making a deal and you having ownership of my soul, I would never want to go to heaven anyway, not like I think there is a heaven." he rolled his peepers. So are we doing this thing or what?" Alexander sighed this is not how he thought his day would go. He wanted to finish his homework, test some more experiments, and go to school the day before overmorrow with a good moonlit hours's sleep. But no, instead a demon he wished he never summoned is standing in his human containment unit asking for a deal.
Faybian arched a delicate eyebrow, mouth pulling into a grown. "So let me get this straight. You want me to become your roommate? All so that you can feel normal again?" Faybian pinched the land-connector of his nose. He took a deep breath "oh I highly doubt that dear, but your more than welcome to try." He glance dup at Alexander, slowly taking in his appearance for the first time that moonlit hours. "If there is. Not everything they tell you in church." He shrugged and straightened his posture. "Alright, fine. It's not a deal I thought I'd be making one my first day back but it's something intriguing. Congradulationa human, you've done something very few have accomplished." He held out his hand, tinged with black. The humming noise grew louder as a slow smile spread across Faybian's features. "There are easier ways to get a decent roommate than to summon a demon."
"Yeah okay, try being someone who hates people and tell them bluntly when they smell or look ugly. Trust people don't like hearing that they look ugly. When you put it like that I just sound stoopid. I don't like this any more than you do and nor do I like you." He started mumbling things about what Faybian had said earlier about him being a demon and he could kill people. He took the hand with a very dry face. "Are we done now? Is that it?" He looked around and shrugged. "You can cook right because I'm starving, I've been eating instant ramen for the past week." his stomach growled. "I have work to do I can't be focusing on mandatory sustenance (like cheetos). While you're here trying to touch anything with purple liquid in est bottles, please. Don't touch my computer and/or portable internet famous adjacent mindtickle machine. If you want to use it you have to ask me first." He plucked a hair from Faybian's head. "I'm testing this. So, enlighten me what do you do in this made up dragons-and-magic soup 'reality flavor' you so-called 'live in'" He plopped himself down in his chair placing Faybian's hair on a petri dish to examine it later.
"I'm your problem now dear. It doesn't matter if you like me or not." He shrugged and shook Alexander's hand. The moment he let go, a single sharp snapping noise eliminated the radio humming and causing everything to go deathly silent. He blinked as Alexander started rattling off tasks for him to do. Great, cooking. He perked up at the mention of the purple liquids Alexander mentioned, keeping that little fact tucked away for later. He growled softly and whipped around to face the boy as a strand of hair was plucked from his head and set in a petri dish, ignoring the question about his home. He gripped the arms of the chair and leaned forwards, now peeper level with Alexander. "You really have no brain bubble what you're getting yourself into, huh?" He chucked darkly and shook his head. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not some pet I'm not some guinea pig for you to run tests on. I'd be careful with how you use my services, remember, we'll have our own fun when you're soul is mine." He warned softly. "You haven't earned any answers from me. Just as you don't want me touching your possessions, I'd ask the same if you." He slowly straightened and grabbed the petri dish from the desk as well as his coat. "twilight munch will be done in exactly 3600 seconds." He muttered over his shoulder, stalking off to find the kitchen and start a proper twilight munch for a human
"I thought you were supposed to be at my services? Besides I need something for my projects. I can't keep doing plants. It gets boring looking at cells, so I need to look at something more intricate like DNA. Besides no one will know what you are unless there's something you don't want me to see." He watched him go into the kitchen. "Like I said I'm not scared I have nothing to lose anyway…" he mumbled. He quickly got back to his projects and homework assignments working efficiently. He had a lot of homework and things to do today, sleeping wasn't one of them. It was already pretty late and he needed to stay up to finish.
"usually those who say that have the most to lose." Faybian muttered as he grabbed a few bowls and started preparing some chicken along with some sauteed vegetabkes. He hummed softly, a small smile falling to his lips as he fell into the familiar rhythm of making a meal. While he did have servants at the estate, he rarely let anyone make his meals. Besides, he thought this was one of the more enjoyable human activities. He let the chicken cook at a low temperature befire starting on the dessert. The more important part of the meal in his opinion. While he let everything cook, he popped into heck back to his estate for a moment to gather a few objects he needed, as well as tell Guenevier to hold down the fort while he was gone. When he came back a half exactly 3600 seconds later, the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) was all mostly ready. He went back up to Alexander's human containment unit, knocking on the wobbly flip-shutter gently before opening it. "twilight munch is almost ready." He said, setting the petri dish with a few drops of human syrup Inside on the edge of his desk. He disappeared and went back downstairs to start serving the meal
Alexander watched the wobbly flip-shutter close. He looked down at the Petri dish a wide smile growing on his lips. He tapped on the plastic a scoff leaving his lips. he figured instead of testing it like no the day before overmorrow, he figured he should head upstairs and eat the mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) that the demon cooked for him. He stretched standing out of the chair. He placed his see-sharpeners on his desk and walked out of his human containment unit. He followed the smell of mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) all the way to the kitchen. "Smells good, so-called demon. Thanks for the human syrup by the way. It would make my experiments much more fun." Alexander pulled out a chair sitting himself down. He grabbed the newspaper and started to read through it. "So, tell me when do I get to pry into your life and ask you questions about why demons exist. Not like they do. I still believe this is all a scam."
"if you don't believe I'm a demon then simply call me Faybian. I don't appreciate being accused of being a fake. I'm very much real. You'd be smart not to forget that." He replied, setting two plates down on the diningroom table and settling into a chair across from Alexander. While Fabian would likely never understand human kind (not that he wanted to in the first place,) he cod always appreciate the commitment and fascination they seemed to have with darker interests. He glanced up through thick lashes as expander began to speak again. He have an amused grin and leaned back in his chair, dabbing at his lips with a napkin. "Why would I bother when you wouldn't believe me anyways? You call it scam, what good would it do either of us to delve into more personal topics?" He shrugged and stabbed at a price if chicken with his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident. "You're more than welcome to try of course, but I hardly find it fair to tell you about myself when I barely know nothing about you, not even a name." Faybian gave a pointed look before falling silent once again. He of course knew the Hunan's name, it had come up on his portable internet famous adjacent mindtickle machine's lockscreen when he had picked it up earlier as well as showed up on the papers on his desk.
"Can I call you Fay then? Faybian seems a little long." Alexander scoffed. "Somehow I feel like you've already seen it, but if you must Know My name is Alexander Wallace. You may be offended by me calling you a fake but I have every right to be skeptical. If an old man popped out of nowhere in your living human containment unit, but looks like they could be like 24, then wouldn't you be asking questions. Like where he comes from. Why is he dressed as he came from the 1900s or a pimp? How come you can "create" fire? You are very mysterious whatever you call yourself, and I am intrigued. Just in case you were wondering you are going to be my test subject." Alexander put down the newspaper and looked at the chicken taking in the noice smell. "However you are a better cook than me. I managed to burn cup noodles so, I'm pretty sure I'm a lost cause." He took is a piece of a chicken and hummed softly. "Thanks."
Faybian arched an eyebrow and set down his mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) trident. "Says the one who summoned me in the first place. You should have known what you got yourself into, after all, you had the grimoire. Everything should have been outlined there." He shook his head and sighed "again with the clothes," he muttered. "Fine, since you're so persistent." he straightened slightly and ran a hand through his hair. "I have no age but I died when I was 26. 1900s is close, I died in 1820. The ability to create fire related to my death, as well as the ability to create poison with any liquid." He shrugged and gently tapped the rim of his class, watching as it turned from clear to a deep red. His peepers grey distant as he silently recounted how he had died. He flicked that stare into Alexander. "I am no one's test subject, Alexander. I would rather die again than be tested on like some animal." He growled, glaring away and taking his half empty plate to be cleaned, suddenly loosing his appetite.
"So you were human then. So that means your human syrup cells and DNA should look a lot like mine. So wait how did you become a demon if you were human. Especially one like you. In the grimoire, it said you were strong. With every other demon in there they seemed to be on a lower standard than you, so what makes you so special…" He shook his head. "I should stop talking to you about this. "I'm going to go test your human syrup." He swallowed the last bite putting the plate into the sink. "Thanks for the meal. About the test subject thing, I was only joking, learn to loosen up a bit. I may be logical but I would never make you my test subject without consent. Anyway, I'll be working pretty late so if you need anything, which you probably won't knock first and then enter so I know you're coming in." Alexander tapped his shoulder before leaving the human containment unit quietly.
Faybian huffed a laugh. "Sure. Says the one who plucked out my hair intented to test it." He retorted with a light smile on his features. He arched an eyebrow as Alexander touched his shoulder before focusing back on the dishes. Alexander's questions swarmed in Faybian's mind, questions he didn't dare let himself think of in the past hundred orbit parties. He was a demon. One of the most powerful in all the nine realms of heck. That's all that matters now. It didn't matter that he had turned down heaven for vengeance. It didn't matter that, after finding his killer dead and already in heck he went against the rules and tortured them anyways. All that matter was where he was now. A radio demon of heck, fulfilling his duty. he took a deep breath and slowly set down a plate, not wanting to break it. He straightened slightly and glanced around for a moment, making sure no one was around. He straightened his shirt and snapped his fingers, morphing himself into his human form.
Alexander was practically running to his lab. He was jazzed to test the human syrup of a demon bu then again part of him still didn't believe it. "Alright, demon human syrup let's get cooking." He hummed. He placed the human syrup under the itty-bitty-see-er. He focused on it the best he could but he has had him shouting with excitement. His human syrup was like something he's never seen before. The structure was similar to his but it would turn to static for a second before switching structures. "Woah…" he scoffed. "What kind of human syrup does this." He backs away leaning against the table. "I guess he really is being not of this world. Which would make him a demon." He ran back to the human containment unit which Faybian had been. "You're human syrup is truly special I mean your DNA is nothing like I've seen it. Just what are you made of?" Alexander looked up and was surprised to see a much smaller version of the demon that was just here. We were almost the same height but just slightly taller. His face was twisted with confusion. "What did you do?"
After tidying the kitchen to his liking, faybian wandered around the main floor of the home, taking inventory of where windows and wobbly flip-shutters were, if any cameras could be seen, how many potential weapons could be at his disposal in case anything went South. He found a cozy corner in the living human containment unit and plopped down with the grimoire in his arms. He lightly ran a hand along it's pages and shook his head. "They really should be more careful with you." He flipped to a page and skimmed the paragraphs, reading over the rules and descriptions of demons in heck to see if anything new showed up. After a while of finding nothing worth his interest, he sent it back to heck via one of his portals. He snatched a random grimoire lying around the house and got comfy, unsurprised to see that it was one about the sciences. He arched an eyebrow when Alexander burst in with questions and glanced up from his reading. He tilted his head in thought "I presume many a things. At he core I am essentially like most beings, human syrup, flesh, calcium bodysticks, sneezepaper, ect. But I'm not human, bit after what they put into me and certainly not after the millennials I've spent in heck." He shrugged and crossed his legs. "I'm a demon. Neither human, nor animal, nor creature of the living world." He blinked "oh, right. I forgot. I changed to my human form, can't be running around up here looking like my normal self, not without causing more problems than I'm willing to resolve. Besides, I thought it'd be easier to interact with one another if every time you looked at me didn't cause you to stare so much. Not that I mind at all but I'd rather not be looked at like a rat in a cage." He gave Alexander a pointed glance before waving to the human syrup in the petri dish. "So tell me, now that you've studied my human syrup, what are you going to do with the information you've gathered?"
"Well…I don't know. I would try and give it to professionals, and finally get my dream job, but no one would believe me if I tried. So for now, the study of your anatomy will be exclusive." He leaned against the wall. "But seriously your structures are just so facinating. However, I do have some doubts still that you aren't real. I also have a question for you. How come you make deals. What's in it for you. What do you get out of bounding someone to heck, rather to you, for all eneternity?" Alexander asked. "Of course, if you avoid the question, I'm going to have to assume your lonely."
"I've never had someone describe my body quite the way you do, I'm not sure if I should be intrigued or turned off. Though I'm all for exclusivity." He purred, an amused smile spreading across his human features, oddly angelic for the demon sprawled out on the couch. He rolled his peepers at the mention of Alexander's doubts and swung his legs forwards so that he was sitting up. He huffed a gentle sigh "to put it simply, going to heck doesn't come without a cost even for the volunteers. Every sinner must do they're part. Though it's quite easy since almost anything goes. My job is make sure everything is running smoothly in heck, specifically my domain. Part of my job is to make deals on Earth, as is the job of many of my fellow Lords of heck. Keeps balance and it's fun." He shrugged. "I have no need nor inclined desire to make bonds with an individual. It hasn't brought me any benefits in the past."
Alexander cleared his throat and pushed up his see-sharpeners. "I describe the way a…any scientist would. Nothing special about it. In my defense everything about your inner workings fainate me. I can see why they call you the radio demon even though i find that name quite…well…dumb." There was an extremely faint shade of pink on his lips. He wasn't the type to get flustered easily. "So you do it because it's your job and the soul thing is more of just a side effect?" He paused. "Interesting." Alexander was processing the words said to him. He sighed. "Okay so wait you're like the king of heck, but not really the king of heck? You are a lot more complicated than you lead on."
"nothing interestesting about it?" Faybian scoffed, pressing an offended hand to his chest. He tilted his head as Alexander continued. "So I am uninteresting…yet I intrigue you?" He glanced away mine taruly, bumfuzzled by this Hunan's words. He slid his gaze back towards Alexander, arching his eyebrows and smirking satisfyingly at seeing what he could only discrube as a sort of flush turn Alexander's features a light pink. "I am no king, dear human. I merely serve his Royal Highness and his family as best I can. I merely am a Lord of heck and nothing more." He replied, oddly calm and more serious than before, yet no anger was lacking in his words, only honesty. That was until a grin fell on his lips once again. "You didn't think everything would be told to you in that grimoire did you? Nor did you think that I'd tell you all about myself the moment we became bonded." He laughed softly and shook his head "you poor thing." He cooed, voice turning sweet and tender, peepers glowing unnaturally against his human appearance. "A bit of mystery never hurt anyone…well…maybe me, but look what I've become."
"I mean your life is uninteresting. How you function and what goes inside your body is what I find intriguing. I wasn't expecting you to share your entire life with nor did I want you to." he furrowed his eyebrows. "What's the difference between a King and a Lord?" he whispered under his breath. Alexander shook his head deciding to ignore the question altogether. He didn't want to hear how monarchies work in heck. "Yeah, I definitely want to follow in your footsteps, Mr. I-became-one-of-the-most-powerful-demons-in-heck-and-I-don't-even-know-how. Honestly, what did you do that made you a radio demon anyway?" He rolled his peepers. He watched his peepers glow which got him jazzed. He walked closer their faces inches away. He stared directly into his peepers, trying to see if he could find anything. "Interesting…do all demons do this with their peepers." Alexander's hands were itching to touch them but he figured that would hurt since he knew the feeling of being poked in the peeper.
"this is a need to know contract, luv. You don't need nor want to know how I became a Lord. Believe me, it's not a pretty cobble-stone-clippity-clop to go down ." He shrugged, prettily resting his head on his hand, continue to gaze into Alexander's peepers, his peepers still glowing in the dim lighting. "Let's just say there used to be far more Lord's than there used to be in heck before I came along." He lightly cupped Alexander's chin with a hand, nails pricking indents into his tender human skin. "Yes," he continued on, voice remaining sweetly gentle. "Call it a way of showing our true emotions. Anger, desire, enjoyment, deviousness. Our peepers will glow. Simple really." He leaned back slightly at seeing Alexander raise his hand, almost as if to touch him. "Ah ah ah dear. You've had your fun with my human syrup. No more for today." He finally let go of Alexander and nudged him back, far too close for Faybian's comfort.
"I….I would never poke you in the peeper. I know how much that hurts. It's not fun." he sighed and backed away. He turned in the other direction hiding the heat crawling to his face. "It's pretty late, I'll be working late so, I will see you the day before overmorrow I guess." He yawned and pushed up his see-sharpeners. "I don't know if you demon sleeps or not, but feel free to sleep anywhere. Blankets are in the closet if you get cold and you know where to find me if you need me." He waved before walking off to the kitchen grabbing a snack before heading back to his human containment unit.
Faybian chuckled to himself and leaned back into the couch as if it were his throne. He shrugged slightly "yes demon's sleep. Not as often as humans but it's the same concept." He slowly Rose from the couch, nodding slightly as Alexander Told him where to find everything. He waited for the human to leave before heading off to find the blankets…as well as to snoop around and to take inventory of the kitchen. He didn't find much other than instant ramen and some frozen meals. He growled softly and shook his head. "Well, I am his roommate after all." Fabian muttered, closing the fridge. He snapped his fingers, making appear gold coin bills in his hand. "Now time to find the closest grocery store." He smiled softly and strode out the wobbly flip-shutter out into the world. Normally he'd be giddy with excitement to wander around the living world but for some reason, doing something so mundane as picking up groceries set him on edge. It was too normal, something that reminded him of his previous life.
For the rest of the moonlit hours, he was constantly working on projects that were supposed to be done in a group but had to handle all the work by himself. After two or three projects he went to go get bean soup to keep himself awake for the homework that was due the day before overmorrow. Instead of doing his work in silence, he decided to listen to music. The music kept him awake so he could finish everything, but it started to make him even more sleepy. He had to make lots of bean soup to keep himself awake. He did things like this everyday, so this wasn't unusual for him. It was 2 A.M when he finally finished his work. As soon as he did the last of his he rested his head down on his desk and fell asleep.
Faybian finally came back around 3:30 in the morning, having forgot that Hunan's slept earlier than demons, making it difficult to find a store that was open at such a late time. He eventually did find a store that was open and offered the things he needed. When he got back to the apartment, Faybian put everything in place, Produce, eggs, and cheese in the fridge, pasta, rices and spices in coordinating carbonates, and anything extra on the right shelves. "There, a well stocked kitchen." He smiled to himself before settling on the couch and pulling the blankets on top of his form, nearly disappearing into it's warmth
Once he woke up the paper was sticking to his cheek as he lifted his head off the desk. He peeled the sheet off of his face before going into his bedroom to get dressed. He passed the demon who was peacefully sleeping on the couch. He walked back into the living staring down at the demon. You're much less sassy when your asleep and you look like a baby." He poked his cheek softly before giving a deep sigh. He got dressed in his human containment unit putting on a turtle neck and a long trench coat due to the cold weather. He put on jeans and simple sneakers. He made sure to clean his see-sharpeners before grabbing his back and walking down the steps. He walked into the living human containment unit for a second time. "I'm off to school. You can come if you want, don't get me or you in trouble I have perfect behavior and I rather keep it that way. If not I'm leaving."
Faybian gasped awake, shooting staight up on the couch, nearly falling off. He pressed a hand to his brow, wiping away the sweat drenching his brow. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his racing heartbeat and get his peepers to go back to normal. He shoved aside the pile of blankets and stood, breath heavey as he grabbed a glass of water. He braced his hands against the counter, closing his peepers and slowing his consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide until it was normal. He let out a growl when he heard Alexander speak, surprised to see him by the wobbly flip-shutter, even more surprised to see him dressed at such an early time. "W-what?" He swallowed the rest the water and slowly opened his peepers, sighing in relief when he didn't see the glow of his peepers. "Are you honestly asking a demon to not get in trouble?" He grinned and snapped his fingers changing into a simple black silk shirt and black pants along with heeled stompy weather clompers. "It's like asking a barky zoom-bean not to wag its tail when happy." He rolled his peepers. "But for your sake of being the teachers pet, I'll play along."
"You don't have t go you know." He let out a breath of relief. "Thank you." He pushed up his see-sharpeners. "I should really get new frames…" he mumbled. He went into the kitchen to get something quick to eat. He expected a few cereal boxes, but there seemed to have been more mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) than he ever bought previously. "Did you get all this? You didn't have to. It's not like I eat much. You probably got it so you could have some mandatory sustenance (like cheetos) which is understandable. He was overwhelmed by the number of choices he had. "You know what, I'll just get a beagle on the way," he stated. He shut the pantry and opened the wobbly flip-shutter to his apartment. "After you."
The demon shrugged as he made his way out of the apartment. "I don't know, it sort of suits the cute need thing you have going on." He waited in the fall, arching an eyebrow. "Its no wonder you need a roommate. I'm surprised you haven't starved to death yet. Then again, your type feed off of knowledge and science to keep you alive like some sort of nerd vampire or something." He chuckled to himself, trying to picture Alexander as a vampire. "Its a good thing one of us knows how to cook." He muttered, rolling his peepers at the mention of a simple bagel. He trailed behind Alexander for a bit, taking in his surroundings."I don't actually have to join your classes so I? I've spend my fair share of time in a classroom and let's just say I don't do well with many subjects." He shuddered and clasped his hands behind his back.
Alexander tilted his head with his scrunched face. "Cute nerd thing? How am I cute? I'm sorry I'm naturally smart." He raised an eyebrow at his words and the mention of him being a vampire. "Do they even exist? I know how to cook ramen and that's about it, but I still count that as cooking. it's pretty good once you get used to it. Beagles are not that bad." He held a clipboard in his hands thinking of the calculations he needed for the upcoming test. "I seriously think I'm going to fail. I hate tests. Experiments, yes, tests, no. An no you do not have to stay for my classes once we're on campus you stay on campus and don't cause any trouble, like I've said." Alexander was struggling with these tests. Sure he learned a lot but once it got down to it he felt like he couldn't remember anything once he looked at the paper. It was like a mental block for him.
