“Isn’t pretentiousness present in simpletons like them? They always think their looks are what would win the people, no matter how outrageous their fashion sense is. And frankly speaking, I would say the lost causes have more dignity when it comes to fashion than those simpletons.” Azesiel stated whatever that came to mind after the other’s comment. “It’s a waste of space for those simpletons to be around this world, really.”
As the conversation changed to the topic of his father, the demon took note of his expressions again, but kept the thoughts to himself as his curiosity spiked. It was interesting to know that he wasn’t the only supernatural in this world. “Well fortunately for you, Peachy, I’m not like that old man of yours. I rather be a wanderer than to control a horde of barbarians set to run amok in this normal world…” Azesiel added, his eyes scanning the bronze cane he held, before he turned to Pitch.
Azzy. What a simple, yet beautiful nickname he gave to the demon.
"It is indeed. You have no idea how entertaining it was to deal with barbaric simpletons in this world.” The demon let out a chuckle, before his raven black irises gazed at the male. “Oh and a word of advice; never be a demon king. It’s tedious and boring work, let me tell you that.”
” i know, right? isn’t that so ironic? they’re so focused on their petty little outsides, and they don’t even put enough effort into it. i don’t think it ever ends for them–there’s never a point of satisfaction with humans, and that’s what’s so damn funny. there’s just this thirst to be better than everyone else, and then those who are at the top need some kind of constant reassurance that no one can touch them. honestly? they have the mind capacity of a child. they don’t ever grow up, no matter hoe much they like to use their age to do things. “
his lips curve into a mischievous little smirk, set so perfectly on his features that the giggle that comes out is like icing on the cake.
” i’ve been here for so long, and yet i never get bored. at least, not for long–if only they could see how stupid they look. “ he twirls his finger around a loose and wavy strand, giving a condescending sigh toward the human race.
” and yet, i’d rather be here than down under, plotting the downfall of this stupid earth.“ with azesiel’s word of advice, he gives a small grunt, followed by a series of blinks. ” funny you say that–if i’d have stayed down there, i’d be ruling over all of them. i didn’t want that, not only because it sounded boring and there seemed to be no direct contact with humans at all, but because i didn’t want to end up like them. i think i can do a little better. “
a small giggle of satisfaction leaves him as he seems to like his new nickname. ” tell me azzy, how did you get out of there, hmmm~? “
