Visit Four

For the next few weeks our conversations sort of just didn’t really go anywhere. He really seemed hesitant to open up. Which like, yeah I guess. But man it was frustrating. Anytime it appeared like we might stop insulting each other one of us says something that irritates the other and we’re back to square one. He was absolutely more frustrating to deal with than Lucifer. But it felt like I was slowly making headway.

“Good morning Ensharra,” I greeted him like normal when giving him his breakfast, still using magic to slide his food to him. He was still sleeping. Unusual, he normally got down when given his food, “Ensharra, wake up.”

No answer. I couldn’t tell what was going on since he slept with his back to the front of his cell. I threw a snowball at him. He shivered.

“You’re awake, now get up,” I scolded.

“Go away,” his hoarse voice retorted.

“Are you sick?”

“Go. Away. Human.”

“Since when have I ever. What do you need?”

“For you to give me peace for once, human” he sighed, stiffly getting down from his perch. Instead of grabbing his food he just sat tiredly at his table.

“Are you not going to eat?”

“I cannot stomach that food at the moment.”

I grabbed his food from his cell, “In that case. I’ll make you something else. What do you like when sick?”

“Peace and quiet.”

“I’ll just ask Barbatos, then.”

He sat with his head in his hands. Poor guy must really be sick. I rushed back upstairs to figure something out with Barbatos. Who then helped me make a soup and put together some medicine for Ensharra. I went back to the cell with my items just to find Ensharra looking like he passed out at the table.

“Ensharra, are you alright,” I called from the front of his cell, his breathing was even, telling me that he fell back asleep. I sighed, relieved but concerned. I wanted to actually check his condition but I wasn’t fond of the idea that he could still try something. No, he can’t kill me, but I still feel pain to some extent.

I steeled myself and walked into his cell, magically unlocking it and locking it when I was fully inside. Hope I didn’t regret this. I set his tray on the table and assessed him. A glow came from my hand as I used magic to try and figure out what his illness was.

He shuddered, “What are you doing, human?”

“Seeing what’s wrong with you,” I stated, concentrating.

“I’m ill. You do not need to heal me. This is will go away by tomorrow.”

“Well, I brought you soup and medicine, so take those at your leisure.”

“Everything is at my leisure in this cell, human” he sighed, sitting up and dragging the tray in front of him by a claw. He sorta just stared at his bowl. Without thinking I brought my hand up to his forehead to check his temperature. He jumped slightly at the coldness of my hand before leaning into it.

“Does my cold hand feel good,” I chuckled, standing more in front of him and putting my hands on his really warm cheeks. The size difference between us was very amusing, my hands barely covering most of his cheeks. He sighed and relaxed into my hands, his scales making his skin slightly rough, but not uncomfortable. I stood there for a few minutes, “I’ll get a rag that I can cool for you. I can’t stand here cupping your cheeks all day.”

He didn’t really seem to like the way that last sentence sounded and abruptly pulled away, “I would appreciate it, human.”

I looked at him amused while he awkwardly started sipping at his soup. Let’s just let that be what it will. I left to get that wet rag for him, just phasing through the bars. He may be sick but I don’t trust him to not make a break for it. I grabbed a few rags so he can put them anywhere else he felt overly warm. He barely made a dent in his food during that time and had already pushed it to the side.

“You’re really sick, huh,” I mused, phasing back into his cell, approaching him.

He sighed tiredly, “I have not been ill in centuries.”

“I don’t imagine one knows they’re sick when asleep.”

“I suppose not, human.”

I put the largest rag across his shoulders, with him sighing in relief at the cold sensation. His wings were sorta spread out and limb as he didn’t have the energy to keep them close to his body. I questioned, “Why don’t you get rid of your wings so you can lay down?”

“Because you sealed my magic,” he said, annoyed.

“I wish I knew how that brand works. I’m hoping it works like a pact, but those don’t normally seal a demon’s powers.”

“Why don’t you actually try something for once, human?”

“Because before you really didn’t seem fond of anything to do with me.”

“I still am not fond of you. But, if you’re the key to my powers then there’s nothing that can be done.”

“How pragmatic,” I half-complimented, half-mocked, “Let me see what I can do.”

I closed my eyes as I concentrated. There wasn’t really the same feeling as with a normal pact but there was an extra energy I could feel connected to me. I furrowed my brows while I focused on the energy. It felt like it was being held by a dam, and I was the dam. I tried releasing a bit of the energy, but it was really difficult to control such an amount of power that wasn’t mine.

Ensharra grabbing my throat broke my concentration, blocking the dam back up. The mark on his chest had the last bits of blue glow fading when I opened my eyes to look at him. He seemed completely better but got frustrated when his small amount of magic power went away and he shoved me away.

“Seriously,” I was exacerbated, grabbing my throat, “I thought we were past this.”

He glared at me, “I will never tire of choking you, human.”

“Kinky,” I joked, “But now I don’t know if I wanna tell you what I learned.”

He sunk on his chair and tapped his ruby claw, frustrated.

“You seem better though. Did that heal you?”

“I recover significantly faster with even a small amount of magic.”

“I see. At least that’s fixed. Your habit of trying to kill me still needs work though.”

He scoffed, “I told you not to trust me, human.”

“I didn’t know you’d be healed when I released some of your magic.”

“That explains why the mark glowed.”

“It feels sorta like a pact. But instead of just openly connecting to and amplifying your power, I am like a dam. I have to consciously release your power and I can control the flow. It’s just difficult because there’s a lot of power to control.”

“Of course it’d be difficult to control my power, little human,” he boasted.

I rolled my eyes, “At least we learned that I have control over you. So we can go forward with that.”

“I do not like that fact.”

“Too bad. That’s the world you live in now. You’re pacted with me, whether you like it or not. The least you could is work with me on it. Since, y’know, you’re sorta reliant on me now.”

He made a noise of annoyance, looking away from me.

“Whatever, dude,” I sighed, “I’m gonna go do something else since you’re feeling better.”

“Like mooch off my son,” he retorted.

“Being married isn’t a mooch. I’d say his dead-beat dad being a closed-off ass eating his food is the mooch.”

He huffed, his nostrils flaring with anger, eyes becoming slits.

“Aw,” I mocked, “did I hurt your feewings? Fucking cry me a river. God, you’re frustrating as fuck. No wonder Sunshine has such heavy clouds.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, human,” he dismissed, “If you hate me that much, then just leave me to sleep.”

“So you don’t have to pay for your actions? I don’t think so. Sunshine gave up after, what, 150ish years? Well, I’ll try twice that if I have to. I have all the time in the world, and so do you.”

He turned away from me, sliding his tray close to him to finish eating his food. I sighed, giving up for the day and going to do something else. Later that night I was complaining about him to Diavolo and Lucifer. They were not happy that I put myself in such a dangerous situation but they know they can’t stop me so they they just let me complain.

“You know you can stop if it upsets you,” Diavolo gently said.

“I know,” I sighed, “But I’m gonna keep trying. He at least speaks to me. It’s just such a shame that he makes Lucifer seem humble. He should be the Avatar of Pride, honestly.”

“Why are you forcing yourself,” Lucifer asked, mindlessly playing with my hair with my head in his lap. Diavolo’s thighs were too big to be a comfy pillow.

“Because I wanna figure out what his fucking problem is. He’s probably just a narcissist but there’s something there. I just know it.”

“Take a break when you need to. You won’t be useful if you’re too frustrated.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Is there time in your guys’s schedule for a vacation anytime soon?”

“Actually, yes,” Diavolo announced, “I booked us a cruise in the Human World next month. I know you’ve felt bored without much to do. Except talk to my annoying father of course. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well consider me surprised,” I got up from Lucifer’s lap to hug and kiss Diavolo, “I can’t wait to spend a vacation with you two again.”

Lucifer hugged me from the other side, sandwiching me between the two. I sighed with happiness, snuggling closer into them. It’s incredible how no matter how frustrated I get with Ensharra, I can just be hugged by these two and it doesn’t matter anymore.