[ Lucanis pauses, a mild furrow of curiosity appearing against his brow. Again, he's struck by that reminder that 'common' knowledge can't be something he assumes Tony will know. ]
Here, a demon is...a spirit. Non-corporeal creatures who dwell in the Fade, who watch our world and shape themselves according to what they observe in us, through the Veil. Echos of our mortal passions.
[ Gently, he takes some of that fresh elfroot potion to salve over the jagged cuts. ]
Compassion, envy, justice, pride, wisdom, desire... They become the embodiment of whatever it is they have chosen to reflect, and they will do anything to fulfill that new purpose.
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[ Lucanis pauses, a mild furrow of curiosity appearing against his brow. Again, he's struck by that reminder that 'common' knowledge can't be something he assumes Tony will know. ]
Here, a demon is...a spirit. Non-corporeal creatures who dwell in the Fade, who watch our world and shape themselves according to what they observe in us, through the Veil. Echos of our mortal passions.
[ Gently, he takes some of that fresh elfroot potion to salve over the jagged cuts. ]
Compassion, envy, justice, pride, wisdom, desire... They become the embodiment of whatever it is they have chosen to reflect, and they will do anything to fulfill that new purpose.