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[CrimsonMoon]

" What about your poor demon friend?" The voice asks quietly

[Light]

"He's irreplaceable to me. I just wished he would realize that." He sighs and purses his lips behind the paper.

[CrimsonMoon]

" He's thousands of years old... Did you expect something else?" The voice asks," You are merely a blink of an eye for him... But curious how calm you seem To have a stranger speak to you."

[CrimsonMoon]

" He's thousands of years old... Did you expect something else?" The voice asks," You are merely a blink of an eye for him... But curious how calm you seem To have a stranger speak to you."

[Light]

The corners of his lips stretch, and his head tilts back as he smiles at the air, "I hope I'm a happy blink for him then. Calm... I'm brimming with excitement. Scared? More intruiged am I than anything."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Hmph... Well... Won't you face me Prince? Its polite to speak with a familiar that way," the voice murmurs a smile in their tone

[Light]

He stands up and turns around, "Ah, forgot my manners. Of course,"

[CrimsonMoon]

Alas, there was no one there, the wind blowing cooly across his face. The clearing was ampty except fot martin and margo's sleeping forms

[Light]

"Now that's not very fair," he pouts a bit, crossing his arms, "Where are you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" secrets, secrets are no fun, when they are shared with everyone..." The voice chuckles softly," Youre looking right at me.."

[Light]

He blinks slowly, his thinking face coming back for a few moments before he smiles again and bows at the waist, "All right then. I don't mind secrets being kept, we're all friends here. My names Albus Bonaventure."

[CrimsonMoon]

" I know who you are, Prince of this land, I just wish to know why you want my flute?"

[Light]

"I don't want it." he deadpans, then pauses before continuing, "I need it. People... our people are scared. No ones smiling, no ones happy. No one will be until that mans dead."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You think an army of 49 legendary heroes are going to save millions? Or wil lyou parade them like prized trophies around the kingdom unyil he gives up?"

[Light]

"No." he frowns and shakes his head, his long hair having a tired, limp look to it, "I'll hit him where it hurts. I don't want him to know it was me. I want him to figure it out, only when we stab him in the gut."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You don't want to syab him in the gut, Prince, you want to stab him in the back," The voice murmurs," And no instrument is sharp enough to peirce flesh, not even a flute."

[Light]

He begins to pace, his good earring jingling, "Alright... Alright then. Time--that's what I need. I want to make him insecure in his castle, make him not trust any of his retainers. Make him a rabbit in a box of rats. I want to... I want to..." He stops, his steps swaying as sleep weighs on his mind, "Haunt him..."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Do you still want gods of old? Or have you decided mortal affairs can be handled easily?"

[Light]

"I don't know." He sighs, "I don't want my friends to die though. And if its takes the gods of old, then I'll give anything for it."

[CrimsonMoon]

The winds sigh softly with laughter and the voice sings:
" What a beautiful jasmine
What a beautiful jasmine

Fragrant and beautiful all over the branches
People all praise your fragrant and white

Please let me pick you off
And give you to other people

Jasmine oh Jasmine~!"