(Pyp)
"Careful, Eraisama," Pyp said, eyes glinting with mischief as he drew the title out.? "Arguing logic with a demon has been the downfall of many a mortal.? Especially one so new at it. And one who has an unfortunate tendency to forget the rules."? The demon grinned.? "First of all, I didn't _tell_ you anything.? I simply asked you a question.? What you might infer from that question is entirely on your head, not mine.? Secondly, you've apparently forgotten that I am no longer obligated to be entirely truthful when I tell you things.? I _could_ have been lying about the sex toys."? He let that thought linger in the air for a moment, then just snickered and shrugged.? "As it happens, I wasn't lying.? But I could have been."
"Beasophor," Pyp said, correcting his youthful summoner's pronunciation.? "Besophor is a much lower-level demon from a different circle of Hell.? Doesn't really have charge of anything, last time I talked to her anyway. A minor succubus specializing in Greek Orthodox priests, as I recall."
The demon caught the photo tossed to him and looked it over.? "Isolde Wymarc, eh?" he mused.? "Not bad.? I'd certainly fuck her if I got the chance.? And she's been dabbling in the forbidden?? That opens up _all_ kinds of possibilities."? He made a mental note as he tucked the photo inside his jacket.??
"Well, 'brain-scrubbing', as you put it," he went on, "is a possibility, long as it doesn't hurt her physically.? I could simply make her forget you even exist.? Of course, I'd have to do the same thing to all of her minions as well.? And go to all the places they live and remove any evidence they might have - photos, dossiers, pornographic doodles or whatever - to keep them from being reminded."? He sat on the edge of Kutsuki's desk, pondering the situation.? "But there's still the problem of her re-discovering you."? He looked to his summoner knowingly.? "If she became obsessed with you before, she may well do it again if you cross her path, memory or no memory."
"Or..." Pyp said suddenly, an idea coming to him, "I could simply impersonate you.? Make myself look exactly like you..." the demon hopped off the desk and did a quick twirl, and suddenly was Kutsuki's mirror image, not only in face and body but in clothes as well "...and then proceed to treat her like dog crap until she couldn't stand the sight of you."? He grinned and snapped his fingers, causing a duplicate of Kutsuki's chair to appear behind him.? He then flopped back into the chair and mimicked his summoner's exact posture and facial expression.? "Would that work for you, Eraisama?"
[Kutsuki]
As much as he disliked the impetuous imp, Kutsuki thoroughly enjoyed the way his name rolled off of Pyp's tongue.? Perhaps a lot more than he wanted to admit to himself.? The way it was drawn out was very seductive, yet forceful and laced with a hint of warning, but it was par due on course for him, so much that it actually made his skin tingle just for a bit.? He placed his hand thoughtfully against his lips, if only to hide the slightest rising curve of his lips, but once he took his hand away, it was if the beginning of that smile never occurred.
"Fine, whatever.? I don't care.? Keep my parents' sexual escapades to yourself from now on.? I am neither curious nor interested, understand?" he said, snarling a bit at the end.? When he was corrected on?Beasophor's?name, however, the white haired youth simply rolled his eyes back.? "Bee-sophor, Beasophor.? It's all the same to me when it comes to you lot.? Just make sure you know who it is when the time comes to it.? Now, as for Isolde..."? He leaned back, closing his eyes as he waved his hand dramatically in the air, keeping the other crossed across his chest and tucked into his elbow.
"That sounds like too much trouble, honestly, and a big waste of time.? I know what obsessions are like.? You can erase the memory from them, but a strong enough link will bring it back.? Unless I make myself cease to exist, which is not in the cards," he said, heaving a big sigh.? Before he could continue, however, Pyp's presence suddenly got close, setting Kutsuki's skin on pins and needles, but when Kutsuki's eyes flew open to command the demon to fall back, he was met with a mirror-like image of himself.? He froze.? It was one thing to think to see oneself in the mirror, yet never be able to see yourself as you are, and another to have your likeness sitting directly across from you, mimicking your actions just as if that was you.? It perturbed Kutsuki down to his very core, but before he even know what he was doing, he was up on his feet and in front of Pyp like lightning.
His breathing quickened, fingers twitching uncontrollably.? There he was, a Kutsuki clone, sitting in much the same manner that he was just a few seconds ago.? His hair, his face, his body.? His clothing.? The way he sat..? Everything was exactly the same.? It made the real Kutsuki restless, uneasy, but also electrified.? Shocked.? Excited.? Disgusted at what he was seeing, but also secretly...delighted?? No, it couldn't be...? The normally stoic and unflappable youth now stood slightly shaking, his snake-like pupils as big as the full moon was in the sky.? Raising one hand, he first waved it over the others' form, at first, from far enough distance but then strangely turned his hand to look at his palm, visibly confused.? Next try, he brought his hand closer to the fake Kutsuki, so close that he could feel the heat coming off that body, but then instinctively pulling his arm back as if he got stung, examining his skin once again.
"Strange...I don't feel it at all," he murmured, mostly to himself.? That feeling of pure revulsion...this...seizure-like sensation...it did not exist at all.? Was he imagining things?? Reaching out again, he at first gingerly touched Pyp's likeness of him, just one finger sliding across the cheek, again brought back just as fast.? Nothing at all.? But he couldn't stop.? Again, he reached out.? A couple of fingers, then more and more until his hands safely cupped the imp's face in his hands, fingers kneading the soft, white flesh.? Kutsuki could not believe it at all.? It was astonishing.? He ran his fingers through "his" hair, feeling how the strands moved out of the way.? Then he moved them down to the neck, feeling the curvature that joined into the shoulders and then coming back to the collarbone, structure jutting out as sharply as his own.? It was then that Kutsuki's eyes met Pyp's, a cloudy, stormy look of one who was absolutely caught up in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, until his orbs moved down to Pyp's mouth, one thumb rubbing back and forth across the lower as he pulled it down and saw the same set of fanged, pearly whites.? When he finally removed his hands, he turned them palms up and examined them, turning them over and over as if he was looking for dirt.
"Disgusting," he whispered, a worse that he mouthed over and over.? His senses had come back to him, thank the deities.? Fascination gone as quickly as it came, Kutsuki suddenly slapped Pyp, right hand across across the left cheek, nails forcefully scraping the flesh, leaving behind giant, red welts.? That revulsion that was gone?? Now a full tsunami wave.? How dare that fucking imp allow himself to mimic what Kutsuki held most dear - himself!? He felt sick to his stomach.? "Get out!? GET OUT!? NOW.? Get the FUCK out, and don't come back here until the morning!"
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