Pembrookeshire, in England. It is a bit out in the country, so you wouldn't have heard of it.
[He's surprised by the handshake and the boy's overly friendly manner. Then again, William was used to encountering that type. And this guy didn't seem creepy at all, beyond that weird flash at the beginning. Maybe being around demons had made him paranoid.]
Gathering information and listening? Are you a journalist or something of the sort? But yes, it is a deal then. I would hardly mind speaking with you again in any case. You've been rather pleasant so far.
[He's so used to things not going well with people that William finds himself being down right friendly.]
[That only seemed half way promising. Then again, this man probably wouldn't care about who the next ruler of hell was if he hated demons. Probably. If worse came to worse, he could call Kevin should he be attacked.]
Well suffice to say, I know a bunch of demons who wish for me to choose their next ruler. Among other things. Troublesome things.
[He sighs, because really he did have more important things to worry about than that. Stupid Solomon...]
I do not quite know what to believe honestly. But, for now I see no reason to assume it is at least somewhat true. And besides, if they can bring me and Kevin here, than I ought to be able to convince them to bring a few others from home as well.
[Isaac, his uncle, Sean and Mycroft for sure. Sitri, Camio and even Dantalion. No... most of all, Dantalion.]
...well then I guess I will have to take everyone's word for it. I guess it is nice to be proven correct about there being no white light at the end of that tunnel.
[He takes the cup of tea, content. He also doesn't question how Kevin is doing this all so deftly. Is it natural talent as a butler or magical angel powers? William doesn't care right now. He's actually pretty relaxed, mentally readjusting his life plan to account for this place. Which is... a lot of adjusting to be fair.
Though one thing remains constant.]
Kevin, I forbid you from gambling. At all. [His voice is authoritative, like the head of a household should be. Granted, he knows that his orders will go unheeded in this regard. But, it's a routine at this point.]
[Most likely, his magical angelic butler powers with a pinch of dumb luck. There are more things in heaven and earth, etc, etc. Regardless, he stretches his legs and looks very satisfied with his work, until, of course, William forbids him from gambling. Again.]
Y-yes, sir.
[If only those were not the most unconvincing pair of words separated by a comma. Please, young master, enjoy your constants for they are here to stay.]
...it was inherited, despite having nothing to do with me. I am a descendant of Solomon, King of Israel. He made contracts with 72 demons and befriended Lucifer and because of that, he has the right to elect their king.
And unfortunately, for some reason, that is my right as well. As useless as it is.
[He's going to leave out being Solomon's reincarnation for now. While William has accepted it somewhat, he still prefers to be seen as his own self.]
Well, that's the trick isn't it? To get them to give me what I want. But everyone has a price. It's just a matter of finding it.
[He narrowed his eyes at the photographers. He seemed to be ignoring the actual meat of the conversation fortunately.]
A light at the end of the tunnel, heaven, hell, some kind of after life. I never believed, though apparently heaven and hell are very real.
[William does actually know some magic, but his level is so mediocre that there is no point in bothering.]
Yes, that would be the logical response. Some people have been a little more difficult to deal with, but I am glad not everyone is just in it for themselves.
Those demons would all be banned as far as I know. Getting involved with humans is supposed to be highly forbidden. [Senkimaru tries to look nonchalant about this bit of information, but does he seem to take this a little more personal than one would expect? Because that impression would be right.]
Must suck you got caught up in something you weren't related to. [He knows this so good as well. Screw you, ancestors.]
Oh, so you intend to manipulate them? I wonder if they will fall for that.
Well, you can consider this some kind of afterlife. Funny how you are in doubt when you have contact to supernatural beings.
...so from the way you are speaking, are you a demon? Though obviously, you're not one from Hell, otherwise you have... done something to me by now.
[Though if he's correct in his assumption, it's nice to have not been lied to for once.]
Perhaps. It depends on if I have anything to offer them. Which I do not at this moment. But that can change with time.
Well there are dozen other scientific explanations for what this place could be that have nothing to do with the after life. Really the most obvious explanation could be that they lied about us dying.
But I would rather not go into too many hypotheticals at the moment.
[Did he catch him? Admittedly, Senkimaru has already seen crazier things here than himself, but his doubt in other people was still big.]
Am I? Who knows. [Though he raises an eyebrow.] What are the ones who want to be voted by you doing to you?
So you want to work until you have something to offer to them. I guess that's not that bad of a plan. Though if you manage that they might just try to capture you and use you.
Lying about it, huh? [He liked that possibility. That meant the others were somewhat safe, at least.]
[Oh are we playing the ignorance game? That's fine. William won't pry. Too much.]
They're annoying. They come into school and play about all day. And they are pushy, even though I was perfectly clear about the fact that I would not vote for any of them.
Though, at least they have some interest in keeping me safe. It's other demons that have tried to kill me. Some of them hate Solomon very much. Otherwise just want me to vote for the right party and are... forceful.
[Forceful as in trying to steal his soul.]
...I would hope that is not the case. But then again, I will admit, I need to gather a little more data before my plans become concrete.
It is one possibility. Probably the best one. Though the grimest answer isn't one I can dismiss out of hand, we can't prove that either.
[He just can't trust people easily. Unless you let him see into the sea of your soul, and Senkimaru doesn't do that on normal occasions. No hard feelings man.]
Would they have more success if they were less pushy?
Sounds kinda unwarranted when you have almost nothing to do with the guy. [Then again, in his own case they had feared he was the second coming of Shutendouji, though at least they didn't try to kill him for it in his case.]
You sound really down to earth. I bet you couldn't believe it the first time you came in contact with demons, huh?
No they would not. I will not vote for anyone and that is final. The politics of Hell have nothing to do with me.
[Some of it was pure stubbornness. But otherwise, in his mind, how could he fairly vote for the ruler of Hell? He, a mere human who knew nothing of it's workings?]
It is! It completely is! And the one time I spoke with him, Solomon was no help at all!
[He blinked a little then. No one had ever quite... said that of him. Arrogant? Cold? Smart? Poor? Sure. But down to earth?]
No. I still don't. And I... admittedly chose to believe they were lying for a long time. But, when they keep popping up in my face like that, it becomes hard to. Besides, anything can be explained by science, so if I just look at it that way, it's perfectly acceptable that demons exist.
[ At least he doesn't seem to have too much of a problem revealing that much. It's not like Shuu looks anything like a demon - no discolored skin, no horns, no.. anything, really. But even so, he seems pretty convinced about what he's saying.
He holds his hand over his toes for another moment, mumbling something about apologies not meaning a thing when it comes to humans anyway. ]
Well, you could also just give a random demon a vote, perhaps they'll leave you alone afterwards.
[In a way, wasn't he thinking too much about this? Perhaps they would relax afterwards and really leave him be.]
Isn't that guy dead already? How did you speak to him?
[Granted, for reasons stated above, he couldn't really see him as cold. More like he was trying to handle those crazy situations in a fairly reasonable manner.]
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