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[After getting the lowdown from a rather nice lady, a very annoyed-looking young woman is staring balefully at the camera.]

Are you serious.

Are you serious.

Because people keep explaining this Life-Death-Dreaming thing to me and it sounds like bullshit. There are two planes I can be on and I’m apparently not on either of them and that is so much bullshit I have apparently been dropped into the former pasture of a hekatomb of oxen because what the hell.

Look. Look at this. [She holds up her journal with a helpful diagram of a stick figure, a vertical line, and another stick figure, and a double-sided arrow.] My soul can be Waking, or it can be Otherside, or it can occasionally be both at the same time because my life is a dumpster fire. Not this, okay? [She puts the journal down, raises her hand, and taps the labradorite ring she’s wearing.] My soul is not in a rock. Even if it’s a really pretty rock, and I know from pretty rocks.

[Frustratedly:] Like, oh my gods. Every single god I have ever met. All of them. Up to and including Inari-Ōkami. For the love of baby Jesus in his mangery crib. Put me back. I want to speak to the manager. Yeah. The spell manager.

Fix this, Obama.

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So have I.

And I could tell you about it, but I think there's certain subjects in what I have to share that are inappropriate for someone your age.

My condolences.

Try me. I've seen some shit.

It involves a lot of sex. It took me about two months to figure out what she was.

Let me give you your expected reaction, so you're not disappointed: EWWWW! SEX!!!!! MY VIRGIN EARS!!! WAAAAH!!!!!!!!!

Actual reaction: That's rough, buddy. Succubus?

[Devin does laugh quietly, wherever he is, and then catches himself.]

That wasn't the expected reaction, exactly, but the text-based theatricality is adorable.

Daughter of the devil.

[Mission accomplished.]

I'm glad someone thinks so. I'm going to pick up some bad habits.

...well. That sure is a thing.

I'm almost reluctant to ask who the mother is.

I'm not convinced she has one. Angels and demons are shaped more than they're born, from what I've learned.

Needless to say, it didn't end well.

Bad breakup, I'm guessing. Lots of Taylor Swift?

She tried to cut my heart out of my chest.

Slowly.

Edited 2017-04-07 16:50 (UTC)

[Don't ask 'with a spoon', don't ask 'with a spoon', don't ask 'with a spoon'...]

That's no good. [Doesn't preclude the Taylor Swift.] I take it you fought her off.

Eventually. Having to make like a human for that length of time meant she wasn't as powerful as she normally would be in her own realm.

I sincerely doubt it's the last I'll be seeing of her.

[Devin really hopes she doesn't show up here. ~~guess who's coming in for next fourth wall~~~]

[~~I love it.~~]

Yeah, that's kind of a fated-enemy thing, sounds like. Someone tries to steal your heart, and not in the metaphorical way, you're a little bit tied together for life.

Until, of course, one of us kills the other.

Well, yeah, duh. That's what I meant by "for life".

So you'd better win.

And why is that? You've no reason to care. I could be the demon and have lied to you this entire time.

WHAT A TWIST!!!

If you want to survive, demon or Devin, you'd better win. If you don't give a shit, then just roll over and die.

If you don't fight for your survival, you can't and shouldn't count on anyone else to fight for you. Be the best, [like no-one ever was] or die. You want coddling, kindy's that way.

Pretend I'm Walter Cronkite here: And that's the way it is.

I don't count on anyone else to fight for me anyway.

And I don't need a lecture on survival. It's fairly written on my skin already.

I'm just saying. It's not that I care who you are. It's that if you want to survive, you'd better win. You know that.

Why do I get the feeling this is gonna devolve into a Jaws-style showing-off-the-scars scene?

And if you're encouraging someone utterly evil and base to survive and win? That doesn't seem like a wise strategy.

I don't show them off. Hiding them is actually some matter of importance, where I come from.

[He's lucky he doesn't have many on his face and hands.]

Mnyeh. [Yes. It was important that she type that out.] Like I said. You already know that, judging by what you've said so far, so if you're evil, it's not like I'm encouraging you.

And if you're evil, you can meet me in the fucking pit.

Where I come from, scars show what you've survived. They're a badge of...not honor, but a badge of don't-fuck-with-me.

[She's got a scar all the way around her neck, the badge of don't-fuck-with-me-I-can-get-beheaded-and-get-back-up-again-you're-never-gonna-keep-me-down.]

Edited 2017-04-07 20:04 (UTC)

I don't fight with humans if I can avoid it.

Scars are an occupational hazard, for me. A natural consequence of my lifestyle, but they have the potential to get me in a great deal of trouble.

Yeah, neither do I. Lucky for me you're not human, right? If you'd give me any reason to fight you, I mean. :)

Second paragraph: me too. To all of it. It just happens. I'm lucky I'm not vain.

Edited 2017-04-07 21:36 (UTC)

You might have some advantage on me in that regard, yes.

[He sincerely does not want to get in a fight with this young woman. It would be pointless.]

No point in reenacting scenes from Jaws then, is there?

Well, no, not if you're not going to show off.

You're safe. I'm not spoiling for a fight. Yet.

Some other time, maybe. It would take a while.

Ah, safety. How amusing.

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