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[The video opens with a very flushed Chuuya, and the source of that rosy color on his cheeks is soon readily apparent. In his hand is a glass of red wine that’s barely half-full, and it’s obvious that he’s been hitting the bottle hard. Behind him is the backdrop of a lavish, cozy bedroom, and a small bird can be seen flitting to and fro.]

This is the first time I’ve posted a video on here. Seems easy enough. Anyway, while we all wait for news of whatever the hell is going on with the bigger picture right now, why not have some fun?

[Chuuya takes a sip of his wine.]

So I’m gonna ask a few questions. First off, what’s your drink of choice? I’m taking suggestions on different cocktails to mix up since I’ve got an entire bar to work with now. Hell, if it’s good enough, I might just name it after you.

[And he downs the rest of the wine. So classy.]

Second question; besides the people, what do you miss most about home? Or maybe tell me about something you’ve gotten back that you were missing when you first woke up. Or even weirdass gifts you never asked for that just randomly appeared.

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Well, I'll leave you to be the judge of that.

[And he clears his throat, waving his hand in a little star shape-- and counting down in German from five. This is actually the first time he's actually summoned this one down here on Nysa, so it takes just a bit of extra effort.]

[But as he counts, the room around them starts to change. The shadows on the walls twist and stretch before being drawn towards them -- causing the room itself to darken until not even the light from the window can reach them.]

[And from darkness that now surrounds the little bubble of light that contains them, an ethereal figure slowly moves into view from just behind Mephisto. There's no visible body beneath the thin shroud that makes up its form, which seems to become translucent down towards its "feet".]

[But Mephisto is casual as even, gesturing up at the strange creature behind him.]

I'd like you to meet my oldest familiar... Death.

[Chuuya watches with interest as Mephisto does his little summoning ritual, and while the other familiars were strange, none of them ever sent shivers up Chuuya’s spine before they even appeared. The darkness seems thick, alive almost, and then Chuuya finally gets to see the familiar he’s been wondering about.]

Holy shit...

[Death?? As in the grim reaper?? And Mephisto just has it on a leash?? What the fuck???

Much as Chuuya hates to show fear, even he finds his blood running cold as he stares the ghostly creature.]

Death? How do you control death? Doesn’t it kill people with a single touch or something?

[...strange. Usually Mephisto relishes the look of fear people get when they look upon just how horrifying his power can be. But right now, he finds that he doesn't really like seeing that look on Chuuya's face.]

Oh, don't be mistaken. Unlike we demon kings, who exist as the personification of our respective alignments, Death is not the personification of the concept of death-- that's simply its name. But it does live up to it, as its the only familiar I have capable of killing instantly.

[As he talks, from out of the veil, a single wrinkled and gnarled hand reaches out--]

[...and pats Mephisto on the head.]

But it's not so simple as a touch, no! It has the power to reduce and extend the lifespans of humans, and can tell exactly how long a human has to live simply by looking at them.

[Oh. Here comes another hand. It's rubbing Mephisto's shoulder now.]

Ah, but these numbers tend to shift endlessly, so the information is really rather useless outside of contracts...

[And now a third??? hand comes out to rub his other shoulder--]

--do you mind!? I'm having a conversation here!

[ALL HANDS ARE IMMEDIATELY RETRACTED]

[Can a veil look offended?? Because it's totally offended.]

[Fear isn’t something Chuuya could afford to show in his old life, nor did he often truly feel it with the power of Arahabaki at his disposal as well as a partner almost constantly by his side (right up until somebody ran off to be a goody goody, anyway). It’s an emotion he’s never been good at coping with, and so he pushes it down, his expression falling back into something more neutral from sheer force of will.

The hand that appears from beneath the shroud is unsettling, but Chuuya hardly has time to be surprised by it before it starts...patting Mephisto...]

...it’s definitely not what I expected.

[Chuuya doesn’t doubt for a second that it lives up to its name, but its hard not to laugh when all it seems to want to do right now is love it’s master. It’s almost cute, in a weird, macabre sort of way.]

Heh. It likes you.

[Okay but Chuuya isn’t volunteering to be touched by cold, corpse-like hands, either, so he’ll just keep his distance.]

It can tell all that? And report it to you?

[...Chuuya is a little curious what his numbers are, but maybe it’s better not to know.]

In as much as it can like anything. It's not the most talkative of demons.

[How would it even talk?? Not that Chuuya's able to hear any of Mephisto's familiar's voices. Perhaps someday he can find a workaround for that, but for now...]

But it can, yes. [He snaps his fingers-- and once more a hand reaches out from the veil. But this time, it's holding a curiously beautiful hourglass, with various little bulbs to catch the sand as it slowly falls.]

By projecting a human's life into one of its hourglasses, it can read exactly how much time a human has left from whatever point in time they ask. The amounts can then be altered-- allowing a human to sacrifice a given set of years in exchange for whatever they might ask of me.

But it's been a very long time since I've dealt in deals like that. They're no fun for me, after all.

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[Chuuya would probably flip his shit if he heard it talk, so that’s probably for the best.

The hourglass is unusual yet beautiful, and Chuuya almost wants to reach out and touch it. Almost.]

I’ve heard of that. Demons taking part of a human’s life and doing something for them in exchange.

[He’s glad that they’ve made more creative deals, tbh.]

I think I’d rather not know how long I’ve got left.

[No mortal should be burdened with that kind of heavy information.]

Thanks. For showing it to me, I mean.

[Yeah, no touching, unless he wants to get on Death's bad side. Which is probably not a good idea when dealing with, ya know, Death.]

Oh, I wouldn't have told you even if you asked. Very few mortals can handle knowing when their time might come, even when that time is in the distant future or exists only as a very small possibility.

[...]

[He's gonna have to work on cutting down this guy's drinking habits though, but that likewise goes unsaid.]

[But for now, Death retracts the hourglass before slowly backing away into the shadows once more-- at which point, the room again floods with light.]

But you know, it really is a shame I can't easily summon you to my side as easily as I can the others. I'm still working on a method to at least increase the communication capabilities between us-- but at the moment, I can still only get it to work one-way.

[Chuuya watches Death disappear into the shadows, thinking that holy shit, his life is truly wild these days. Not that he minds in the slightest; eternal boredom is a fate worse than death in Chuuya’s eyes, and things are certainly never boring with Mephisto around.

Which...he never thought he’d get used to, but now it just seems natural to spend time with ~~his Master~~ the guy.]

One-way? Are you talking about telepathy or something?

[The other part he’s a little bit grateful for; being summoned randomly while he’s in the middle of something would definitely be embarrassing...]

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Something like that. True telepathy would allow us to converse back and forth, even if only one of us possessed the skill.

[Which is what he's been working on, but it's surprisingly complex magic to learn.]

What I'm referring to is simply an inherent trait all demons possess. When one calls a demon's true name with all their heart, we're capable of hearing it. It's rather similar to the way a summoning chant calls our attention and brings us to the side of whoever has summoned us-- though most demons are far too proud to come when called through such simplistic means.

And what about you? Would you come if I called?

[It’s an honest question. Of course he’s expecting the answer to be yes, since he’s Mephisto’s familiar and all, but if there’s a different way to get in touch, then he might as well ask.

A CHEEKY GRIN.]

Or are you too proud?

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I would come if you called, because I would assume you were in danger.

If you were simply calling my true name to pester me, the strength behind your call would be too quiet. I am a rather powerful demon, after all. You have to put some feeling into it!

[Look at him suck the fun out of it with this srs answer.]

[But then, there's a reason for it. Of all the trauma he went through while kidnapped, arguably the worst of it was being forced to listen to Mipha pleading for him from somewhere he couldn't reach.]

[He'd be able to hear him calling, even if it was quiet. But he'd rather not deal with needless stress.]

So it’s like an emergency only line. Got it.

[As much fun as fucking with Mephisto would be, he does remember how badly he’d reacted to having his mind messed with before, and Chuuya isn’t enough of an asshole to exploit that. It wouldn’t be the same thing, of course, but still.]

Then if you can’t summon me I guess you’ll have to text or whatever if you need me.

[Is it pathetic how much Chuuya wants to be called on? After all, what’s the point of being a familiar if he’s never used for anything? He’ll just assume that he’ll be given some kind of task sooner or later. Until then...]

...I guess I could spend more time sober. Everyone seems to think I’m gonna drown myself in booze.

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[Yeah, he may or may not intentionally go a period without calling on Chuuya to do anything just to see if he gets needy. #justdemonthings]

Not that a demon is the best person to be calling you out on your vices, but the only time I've seen you sober is when you've been hungover.

Honestly-- at what age did you decide to embrace your inner alcoholic? It might just explain why you're so short.

[DAMN RIGHT HE WENT THERE]

[WOW RUDE. Chuuya is just gonna slowly get more and more riled up until he very much resembles a pissy, fluffed-up cat.]

Bullshit. I was sober in the library, and when I met you in the forest to try out that sealing spell.

[Wowee two of the times they’ve met he’s been sober...such a record...]

And don’t even fucking start with the short jokes!! They’re not original, and you’re just freakishly tall!!

[HUFF.]

Besides, I could go without booze if I wanted, I just don’t see why I should.

Hmm... liver disease. Pancreatitis. High blood pressure. Stroke. Depression. Impotence-- ah, shall I go on? We really could be here all day.

[Now he's just being a shit.]

Gee thanks, doctor.

[GRUMBLES.

Chuuya glances away.]

I’ll...try to cut down. [VERY QUICKLY ADDS:] But not because you said so or anything. I’m doing it so I can live longer.

[Yup. That’s the only reason.]

Well, I'm glad to hear it!

After all, the longer you live, the more time we'll have together.

[Look at this guy, who can say shit like that with a straight face??]

[Oh wait, he's not done--]

And I for one can't wait for the day when someone knocks that silly hat off your head and reveals a bald spot.

The aging process really is so unfortunate.

[UGHHH don’t make him doki and then ruin it!! RUDE.

Though the insult to his hat is far worse than the implication of a bald spot as he ages. He’s never even counted on growing old before...]

What the hell do you have against my hat?! I don’t make fun of your outfits!!

...that's your take-away from what I said? [HE'S WEIRDLY DISAPPOINTED HE GOT OFFENDED AT THE WRONG THING]

I get it. Humans get gross when we age.

[Though some age more gracefully than others...

Chuuya shrugs.]

I dunno, I guess I never thought about any of that applying to me. Taking into account the fact that my body could barely contain Arahabaki and the fact that I was in the Mafia, I never thought I’d make it past forty.

[He says all this very casually. It’s just a fact he’s come to accept.]

But I guess things are different now, so.

[WAY TO BE A DEBBIE DOWNER, CHUU.]

Forty would be optimistic with a lifestyle like that.

[And here we have the living devil's advocate.]

But such is the nature of humans. Your kind wouldn't be nearly as interesting if you were all immortal. The way that humans grow and change so drastically in such a small period of time is one of the things I love about them.

Like I said, things are different here. I might live long enough to need to worry about grey hairs.

[He’ll still be gorgeous, though, because he’s Chuuya.]

Anyway. I didn’t expect you to come cheer me up, but I guess I appreciate it.

[He just admitted to needing cheering up while also being a little shit. Talent.]

Let’s just hope all this wasn’t for nothing when that dragon comes back.

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