(Pyp)
As soon as Kutsuki made the command, Pyp was once again clothed in his K-Pop flower-boy garb, looking like he was just about to go on stage. The demon favored his master with a mildly exasperated look.
"You still don't understand the way things work with us, Eraisama," he said, tisking loudly. "I'm just a minor demon. I can't call demons into existence. I can only bring them here from Hell. Or from elsewhere on Earth if they're not already bound. And demons don't really have 'friends'. Not in the way you mean the word. But..." he shrugged and flexed his arms outward "...I understand what you want. And that I can do."
The demon proceeded move his hands in an elaborate pattern in the air, little wisps of black and silver streaming from the tips of his fingers. A sphere formed in the air, murky at first, but then suddenly clear as crystal, with a small - and very angry - figure inside, raging away and pounding its demonic fists ineffectually at the walls of its round prison.
"Here you go, Eraisama," Pyp said genially, tossing the grapefruit-sized crystal ball to Kutsuki. "I give you the demon Kleiamus. He cannot harm you or touch you. He cannot cause you pain or discomfort of any kind, mental or physical. And he cannot damage anything outside of this sphere." The demon thought a moment, and remembered something. "Oh, yeah, you wanted him on the floor, kneeling and prostrated before you, right?" He grinned and closed his right hand into a fist. "Kneel, Kleiamus," he snickered.
Inside the sphere, a miniature floor appeared, identical to the floor in the room, and the demonling suddenly was prostrated, apparently very much against its will from the way it was cursing and glowering, first at Pyp, then at Kutsuki.
"Who the fuck are you?" Kleiamus squeaked angrily at Kutsuki. "And why am I here? This is isn't a real summoning. It's highly irregular. Highly irregular. A full report will be made. Do you hear me? A very full report!"
(Kutsuki)
Kutsuki deftly caught the sphere, peering at the miniature demon trapped inside the crystal ball. ?As threatening as this Kleiamus tried to be, and gloriously failed, all it did was make the white haired summoner explode in laughter as he bent over till his head nearly touched his knees. ?Once he straightened out, he tightened his hands around it and then violently shook the ball as he watched the demon bounce around like a pinball. ?Even funnier was that when the little hellion stopped flying around, he was forced to prostrate himself on the magicked floor every single time.
¡°That is absolutely hilarious!¡± Kutsuki exclaimed, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as he tried to stop his laughter, hiccuping a little in the attempt. ?He tossed the ball into the air a few times and then chucked it onto the bed, having gotten bored of it, for now. ?¡°That¡¯s not exactly what I wanted, but seeing as you still fulfilled the request. ?What I was trying to see, or rather understand, is why upon my touching you I felt no revulsion like I do with others. ?Is it because you are a demon? ?Or is it something else? ?Perhaps it¡¯s something in my blood.¡±
He mused for a bit, looking over Pyp as he stood up, letting the blanket fall off his body as he walked up to the imp. ?Reaching out with his hand. Kutsuki let his fingers glide over Pyp¡¯s face, dragging his nails down his cheek as he then withdrew and looked at his hand with incredulity. ?It was as if he was discovering for the first time the ability to touch someone without feeling the repulsive aversion and in spite of himself he suddenly felt hungry for that touch. ?What a conflicting feeling, both wanting others to stay away from him and yet craving that closeness that he has been denied all his life.
¡°Why do you think that is, Pyp? ?Is this because the ritual for Beliafor, Biasophor, whatever the fuck his name is, failed?¡± ?He dragged a nail over the imp¡¯s plump lower lip, sucking in a breath. ?¡°What is the cost of removing such a feeling? ?Is that something that you can even do?¡±
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