#🔯 «SOLOMON» ▸▸ The Wise Sorcerer 𒁍

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     » » @pcrdiseseekers dares to ask; ❝ ❛ i don’t like this, it’s way too dark. ❜ (yuno @ solomon) ❞

     From Flavors of Phobias

     ›› A demon shouldn't be afraid of the dark, right? After all, they live in perpetual night, illuminated only by the pale moon above whenever it decided to peer out from the mountaintops. So to help Yuno's guise, Solomon had suggested they take a trip to a cavern drenched in abyssal shadow for some reagents within earshot of the brothers — but he knew not to come unprepared to handle the other's fears of the dark.

    ❝ Here, come a little closer to me, Yuno... ❞ ›› Solomon urged with gentle coo, already letting his hand rest on the human's waist to draw him in. Was it a bit ill-timed to get a little sweet on Yuno? Sure, if you asked anyone else; the sorcerer simply saw this at the best chance to get a little bit closer, physically and emotionally.

    ❝ There, there... You'll be alright. I even brought us a companion. ❞

     ›› At the word "companion" his hand would tap the top of a lantern hooked at his belt, a bluish-violet light suddenly springing to life. There was the sound of little metal clinking as it was detached from its place on the belt, allowed to now float around the duo to banish the inky-black darkness and give them a way forward.

    ❝ Hehe, see? Just hold on to me, and you'll be okay. ❞

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     ›› Solomon's eyes would drift over to the other's desk, of which the sorcerer had earlier caught glimpses of his work; law was such a tedious but necessary thing, especially for such creatures as humans. Yet all the same, it would be such a shame to lose such natural talent to the rabble of the mundane world. A soft laugh would roll from his chest as he mulled over Sebastian's words, his eyes glimmering softly with consideration.

    ❝ The let me leave you a parting gift, ❞ ›› he spoke as he conjured forth what looked like the grimoire that Sebastian once used to summon him — this one however was much thinner and many of the pages left blank, with the instructions to summon Solomon left in the back. ❝ This is yours — your own personal grimoire. The world of magic is ever-patient; should you feel the weight of your world becoming too heavy to bear, and should you feel drawn to studying the mystical once more, you can call me back here to learn some more. I can teach you on your time, if ever, and whenever, you feel ready. And even if you never do, know that I quite cherished these meetings; they serve as a wonderful reminder that surprises can lurk in even the most unsuspecting places. ❞

Despite practically ask for the praise and validation, Sebastian couldn’t help but act bashful at receiving it. He even let out a giggle.

“You really think that? That I could..?” His dreamy state soon ended, however. He remembered where he was and what he had been doing before that. “Oh, I don’t know…”

He returned to his seat and moved the things on his table to be able to write again. “I’m trying to become a b-better prosecutor. I don’t know if I can do both at the same time…”

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                   [ Continued from ✎ || @legalbrats​ ]

     ›› Would flowers be overdoing it? Perhaps some crystals... Oh, but that pen looked quite fitting as a gift as well... Before he knew it he had a whole gift bag hung off one arm, and he had found his way to the door of a human world prosecutor that showed some rather interesting potential; perhaps he could make a student out of this one yet? … That is if he could learn to lock his door properly that is, given it did not take anything more than a turn of the knob and a gentle push to have it ajar. No need for magic to pick the lock! He'd fix that very soon. For now though he took his sweet time, waiting, waiting, waiting... until he finally got a very delayed reaction out of the man absorbed in his music.

    ❝ Perhaps we shall begin first with teaching you how to craft a basic but effective alarum, Sebastian, ❞ ›› Solomon would hum on the tail end of an airy chuckle as he placed the gift bag upon Sebastian’s desk. ❝ And wouldn't you know it? I have most of the materials here... I just need a willing apprentice to accept the challenge. I wonder if he is up for it? ❞

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𒁍 His Language of Love »

How does he speak to you? He speaks...

   » … With His Words — Leviathan ✦ Satan ✦ Solomon ✦ Barbatos ✦ Mammon ›› It's in the way he talks, the words he shares with you, the notes he leaves for you. Language is his canvas, and he paints in fluid, grand strokes; whether he is singing your praises or murmuring sweet nothings, you know he means every word. Beware if he grows silent and reserved, for that signals discontent — and a sign you are no longer his muse.

   » … With His Gaze — Lucifer ✦ Focalor ✦ Simeon ✦ Beelzebub ›› It's in the way he looks at you; whether watching as you float across the room going about your tasks, observing how your face crinkles when you laugh, or trying to discern what has hurt you, his eyes always return to you at the end of the day. He grows restless if he hasn't seen you, and just your presence near him can melt away his tensions. Beware if he adverts his gaze elsewhere often however, for he may find looking upon you to be a taxing and unpleasant thing to his heart.

   » … With His Touch — Xavier ✦ Diavolo ✦ Simeon ✦ Aamon ✦ Asmodeus ›› It's in the way he craves intimate contact with you; his hands always find their way towards you, his lips yearn to leave little kisses, always wanting to soothe your body and bask in your warmth. Whether it is little cuddling sessions, embracing you close to drive away your fears, or frittering the hours away with passionate making out, he can never have his fill of everything that encompasses you in the physical form. Beware if his hands stay to himself though, for he may have grown cold and wish to devote them to someone else.

   » … With His Gifts — Diavolo ✦ Mammon ✦ Leviathan ✦ Solomon ›› It's in the way he showers you with material goods; you could have uttered a desire for that new set of clothes months ago, or your eyes could have stared at a new magical reagent just a bit too long, but he didn't let that slip his mind. The way your face lights up when he presents his heart in a gift could keep his spirits high for weeks, your reactions always making the hard work to earn that coin worth it. It may seem empty and vain to others, but to him no price is too great to make you happy. Beware if he grows stingy or his gifting becomes rare; he may not place as much value upon you as he once did.

   » … With His Time — Belphegor ✦ Beelzebub ✦ Satan ✦ Focalor ✦ Lucifer ›› It's in the way he values time with you, always wants to indulge in your company, finding comfort in the things he does with you. It could be as simple as a movie date at home with some popcorn to something as profound as long and meaningful conversations as you stroll under the moon's light; it is that shared bond that he values more than anything. Few others will occupy his hours the way you do, and few others will command his attention like you do. Beware if he always seems too busy for you however, for he may have come to regret all that shared time with you.

   » … With His Service — Barbatos ✦ Asmodeus ✦ Xavier ✦ Belphegor ✦ Aamon ›› It's in the way he always helps you; whether it be a task to help ease your burdens to going out of his way to do something for you, he lets his actions speak his love for you in place of his words. You don't even have to ask him much any more, he can just tell from a glance at your body language or the tone you used when he should step in and offer you a pillar to lean on with his help. Seeing the relief wash over you, hearing your relaxed sigh, watching as the dark clouds over you vanish when he had been able to help you is what makes it all worth it. Beware if he seems deaf to your pleas for aid though, for he may have come to believe you are no longer worth the effort.

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     ›› Elsewhere in the Devildom, a sorcerer lets loose a heavy sneeze and takes a moment to reorient himself.

    ❝ ... Now which one of them was it this time? ❞

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     » » @legalbrats​ dares to ask; ❝ Sebastian found it strange that he had this book he had no memory of buying. He was a little worried he had taken someone else's thing and was about to give it to the police when he found the owner's 'contacts' within the book itself. Relieved he could speed up the process of returning the book, he drew 🔯 and ask for... Solomon...? Mr. Solomon?? ❞

     From How To Summon Your Demons

     ›› Oh, Mr. Solomon. You had dropped your key, and someone called you forth to reclaim it. Oh, Mr. Solomon; you had better be grateful it happened when your hands were free. Sebastian's eyes would be filled with colorful, wonderful lights as a dreamy mist poured from the page he drew the seal upon to gently embrace him. It lingered for a few moments, dissipated only when a pale hand slowly swiped through it as one might do for a curtain. It revealed a young-looking man with pale white hair and two-toned eyes that stared back at Sebastian, his expression one of amusement.

    ❝ Ahh... Thank you for returning me to my grimoire. It's been misbehaving lately as you can see, jumping in to other people's hands when I look away. Quite an annoying little curse, really. ❞ ›› Before Sebastian could respond, Solomon had picked the hefty tome up and tucked it beneath his arm for safe-keeping. Though good deeds had to be rewarded, right?

    ❝ ... What's your name, young man? I have to at least give you something in return for your honesty. ❞

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     » » @redemptioninterlude​ dares to ask; ❝ It's not a beach this time; the sound of clattering life seeps out from all sides of her, some cafe in some place, but the same book in front of her. There's even a steaming cup of tea to go along with it, how nice, and Alice thinks, well, why not? After all, her previous stranger didn't tell her all the answers she hoped from from all those deliciously salient hints he'd dropped - what was a pact? And why was it that no matter what his PERSONAL PROTEST to it, was he unable to deny most anything she asked? The book had some details, but... why not try again? This time, she's careful, and Alice, well, she always enjoys a little mystery. Carefully, she draws a ❓and waits to see what comes out the other end of this, ripping into a sugar packet to stir into her cup. ❞

     From How To Summon Your Demons

     ›› Time was a strange concept. You could find the day passing as though minutes became an eternity, or you could find that in the blink of an eye your once-empty table was now hosting a new visitor. This summons had so little fanfare, so few ways to even tell it had worked; there was only the soft clink of a cup and its saucer plate as it was set somewhere before Alice, and then she would catch the sight of a white-haired man with porcelain skin who wore a smile brighter than the gentle sun beaming down around them. That smile felt strange and tainted however — like something lurk beneath that spelled disaster.

    ❝ Pardon me. Is your table full already? ❞ ›› he inquired softly, his voice a careful murmur so quiet that it nearly vanished beneath the bustle of bodies around them. ❝ I do hope you have room for one more... especially considering you invited me here, after all. ❞

     ›› Already he had sat down, eyeing the grimoire before her with a soft click of his tongue made in playful thought. This little curse was a touch annoying at times for how much it left in its wake, but moments like this always seemed to make up for its mischievous nature.

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[ Tag dump! More to come another time! ]

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     » » @pcrdiseseekers​ dares to ask; ❝ "do you think you can come over tonight to study a bit? i need help on these potions and you're the only one who's available. satan can't help me this time." (mc yuno @ solomon) ❞

     ›› Fate was a funny little thing. The sorcerer had just finished up his own work when his D.D.D. rang, the face of a familiar human springing up on the screen. Yuno's request brought a smile to his lips only visible to himself as he gazed across some vials, his reflection gently warbled and warped along their surfaces.

    ❝ Certainly. Would you like me to bring some of my supplies over? They might help make the learning process a little easier; they were what I used when I was just getting in to potions, and I had marked them to help me remember my measurements. ❞

     ›› Yuno would then catch the soft clattering of the glass instruments as Solomon already begun to sift through them to find what he needed. A mortar and pestle might be needed too, along with some of the wet bases that he used for his own homework that day.

    ❝ Ah, and I have some snacks I would like to bring for you as well. I happened across them in town after classes and I thought of you. ❞

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     » » @pcrdiseseekers​​ dares to ask; ❝ ❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ (yuno @ solomon) ❞

     From Self-Indulge Actions      ❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

     ›› How curious. It had merely been a request to come over and aid the other human in studying a particularly difficult passage in Devildom History. Solomon had arrived with simply the goal of making sure Yuno could pass this class... so when his cheek had grown warm from the press of soft, plush lips against it, why he certainly was taken by surprise. It was so sudden with so little warning or fanfare that all Solomon could do was turn his head to face Yuno, wearing that familiar smile so assuredly.

    ❝ If that's what you wanted... why not take it a step further? Are you nervous I wont enjoy it? ❞ ›› Those blue-brown eyes of his would shimmer in the light they shared, his expression gaining a more playful, welcoming hint to it as he spoke further. ❝ Perhaps we can call that my repayment for helping you? What do you say? ❞

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    ❝ You did more than just good, Sebastian. You aced the spell the first time, and with enough potency that it was able to sense a powerful demon through their magic. I'd call that a rousing success, passing with flying colours. ❞ ›› While he hammed the praise up just a little bit, he could tell that this was someone who needed to hear those words; it had also been quite some time since he had seen such a capable user of magic, his own fellow human exchange student back in the Devildom aside. To have found one in the wild solely because his own grimoire had decided to be a little cheeky and run away was quite serendipitous indeed.

    ❝ As I said, you truly have a knack for this; I would love to teach you some more, if you're ever in the market for learning about the unseen world that envelopes us all in this human realm. Who knows, maybe some day you'll even go on to do some very great feats? I'm certainly intrigued, that much I can say at least. ❞

Sebastian nearly dropped out of his chair, despite sensing the arrival. He was mostly surprised about a random man just appearing there like that. Not that it was the first time a random man appeared in his vicinity… okay, that suddenly sounded really weird.

“Oh! Really?” However, Sebastian’s attention was quickly diverged and he jumped to his feet. “That’s cool! Even if I don’t know who this Barbatos is…” The name sounded familiar. “But you’re saying I did good? Right?” He looked up at Mr. Solomon with eyes full of hope.

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     ›› The silence contiued for a moment after he called out, as though he were being tested. A few moments more and the very air around the door would begin to warp and distort, until a new figure stood before him — a man dressed sharp like a traditional butler whose stance was perfect, his gaze unwaveringly calm.

    ❝ You have successfully passed the test, ❞ ›› he spoke with a practiced bow of his head. ❝ Solomon shall be returning shortly. Fare well. ❞

     ›› And just like that he had vanished as soon as he had arrived, the alarum's sensation wearing off. It would only swell once more when Solomon stepped inside in plain view, his face one of pride.

    ❝ It's no small feat to be able to tell that Barbatos is there, you know. I think you have a real knack for this sort of stuff, if you're interested in pursuing it more. ❞

At first, Sebastian thought that it didn’t work. He was even ready to cry tears of self-disappointment, but then he felt it. The feeling of something washing over his nerves, making it almost vital to look in the direction of the door, where he had put the stone. He didn’t fight the feeling, but he did found it a little bit… tense? He was so glad he didn’t choose fire.

“I-I think it’s working…”