[Observing Future]

The nature of demons has always been simple.

Perhaps that is why I have no interest in it.

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Kin. Pack. Honor. Pride.

A concept I understand, and yet many others do not understand it themselves. It is a word, a mortal social construct. Even my loyalty is little more than a farce, the more that I delve deeper into it. It is one born to maintain a semblance of order, to those that are overwhelmingly more powerful than I. It is why most demons, cannot help but flex their might, their ascensions, their physical prowess.

Because it gives those below, others to follow. Order, must be maintained, to a degree. How else would the three clans survive. How else would this expedition have even taken place? The best way to slay a demon, is by pretending you are nobody, nothing. To not speak a single word, least they use it against you. Those beautiful, wondrous words.

"What a very human thing to say, in the end."

Words that can cause a modicum of hesitance, consideration, to make a blade miss its mark in one fel swing...

"I want to understand, and to take the possibility of that away from those that I'd learn from would be wrong."

It can convince others that there is a path to mutual understanding, a coexistence beyond servitude. I've only come to realize just how delightful the human tongue is. All of its dialects and variations hold within them weight. Weight that can collide with more ferocity than my mace, or dig deeper and with more precision than any blade.

"The Blade Wolf has been exiled by Ingolf."

Exile, Traitor, Honor. It was hard not to laugh upon hearing of Callitidas's exile. It was even more challenging not to cackle at the surprise of Ingolf's fall to the Night Creature's blade. The word exile, meant nothing. The word traitor, meant nothing. Ingolf sought to feed a wolf that was 'loyal' to him, to ensure further growth, to surround himself with those that were willing to follow his will. Of course, he likely knew that they too would have pounced at the chance to consume him. Even I would have.

These mortal words hold no meaning between demonkind. And yet some of us shall pretend that they do. Maybe it is a subconscious desire to try and perfect the wordplay of mortals. Maybe a misguided belief that in the heat of the moment, they would not simply do as our innate desires will us to do. Who knows, I certainly do not. Nor do I care.

"Thanks Sahl, I'm proud of you too."

These words only hold weight, and meaning, to humankind. Perhaps that is why I feel a sense of fulfillment upon hearing those words from my first. Perhaps that is why I enjoy listening to each mortal speak their thoughts. Even in their most deceptive of nature, they still mean something with every word spoken. Whereas to us Demons, these words are meaningless yet beautiful things. That may very well keep them from slaying us.

... Though sometimes I wonder, what does it mean, then, if the words my mortals speak towards I, and I to them, begin to hold some semblance of meaning...

How bothersome. I should begin thinking of new recipes involving mystical beasts. I wonder how Kunnup would taste, lightly fried perhaps? Maybe a hot-honey rub whilst using sugarcaps as the honey. Oh there are so many wondrous recipes I need to look into.