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[emergensirations]

SIRA
UN: Integreatest

STATUS: Student (Currently), Minion (Part-time), plight upon humanity (Former)

ACCOLADES: Secret five time winner of the Indiana fair ice cream eating contest.

BIO: It is I, the splendid Sira, daemon of a hundred faces. Feel free to contact me for the honor of my presence. No longer accepting hosts but will happily accept freely delivered souls. ♥️

© TESSISAMESS

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[thaumatrope]

They do feel bad about lying because they had been lying this whole time. Even if it was obvious that Sira knew more then what Adriel framed this as, it doesn't mean they were not lying about everything else.

Adriel knows where their plan is going to go. And more and more, lying is becoming second nature to the angel. Someone very far away, someone that they know but don't, lies so much. And Adriel feels okay with lying too the more they listen to it.

But for now they'll focus on Sira. It's obvious over text that they're hurt too. So like they were requested, Adriel comes to their room and knocks on the door.

"Sira? It's me."

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There's a strange sound from the other side of the door. Footsteps but softer, padded, and the sound of some scrambling next to the door. That doorknob is a bit of a climb up for someone doll-sized.

A moment later and the door swings open, followed by the thump of the dropping doll who then runs around the door. And runs to Adriel's leg.

Sira's small plush form knocks into them and clings on.

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The padded footsteps don't bother them much but the scrambling noise makes them wonder if they should open the door themself.

But Sira manages anyways and clings to their leg once the door swings open. Adriel reaches down to smooth a hand on top of the daemon's head and, if allowed, to pick them up.

"I'm here, Sira. It's okay."

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They make a noise, something whiney. Then, when the angel's hand reaches down, they reach up back. Adriel is very allowed to pick them up. Finally, something good about this cotton form.

"Okay does not feel this way," They say, in another whine, but they can't deny they feel better seeing Adriel, here and whole. "Are you okay?"

[thaumatrope]

They head inside the room and find somewhere to sit down. Sira can stay right where they are, if they want. But Adriel will let go if that's needed.

"I'm okay." The angel smiles. See? Perfectly fine. "I'm sorry I scared you. I'm not going to hurt myself."

They don't know that. They don't know how this will end beyond it ending. But they can't tell Sira the truth.

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"Good," They say. "You don't deserve to be hurt. You deserve the least of anyone I've met."

Which says a lot and very little at the same time. The people in their life were complicated. This is just a different sort of complicated than usual.

"I'm sorry that- that book... made you sad. You're not the bad one. You know that, right?"

[thaumatrope]

They keep what they think behind their teeth. That sometimes they deserved to be hurt for the times they made mistakes. It was the only way they'd learn properly not to make them anymore.

Instead they shake their head. "I know. I think I just got...wrapped up in it. I wasn't thinking clearly."

Adriel was scared. Of the other person, for the other person and what it meant if that 'story' was true. That their family did something this horrible to someone and shut them away when it was clear that person wouldn't give up.

All for what? Just because they wouldn't obey.

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They look and they watch Adriel, quiet for a moment. Then, still in the angel's arms, they lean so their head rests by Adriel's heart. A nice steady pulse. It's soothing.

"...The shadow's not the bad one either," They say after a moment. "Even if the shadow doesn't like me."

They wish it did. Would that make all of this easier? ... No. Probably not.

They do not suggest the family isn't bad. That is something they stand by.

[thaumatrope]

"...I don't think they like anyone."

It's like a wrecking ball swinging at everyone and everything. Trying to express a seemingly endless rage while confined in a cage. And getting angrier and angrier by the minute.

"They're so very angry. I don't understand it."

The desire to destroy everything because for once they want to be the person who hurts someone, not the other way around. It's...frightening.

Frighteningly familiar.

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They hum.

"When my hosts let me in for the first time, they fall asleep," They start to say. "For a little while, I'm alone and I don't get the sense of who they are right away. I get vague things. Wants. Feelings. Anger is easy. One of the easiest."

So many feelings. So many wishes and dreams. But anger, most of all, demanded to be heard. It screamed whilst all else whispered. Even in that... that host... hm, they can't recall, but they were sure it had something to do with the situation they were in now. No matter.

"The world is not fair. But we want it to be. We can make it fair. If we cannot bring our pain to cease, then everyone should hurt as much as us. Anger is what comes when no one listens to our joy or our grief."

They sigh heavily. Their cotton hands grip Adriel's lacey shirt.

"I would listen. That's what I do. I listen to the ones who aren't listened to."

[thaumatrope]

They get it. Smothered under darkness, bound where they don't want to be, Adriel isn't surprised that person would fight. Scream to be heard, lash out with the desire to hurt instead of being hurt. It's under their skin and in their head, sometimes, ever since the day that Adriel woke up with the power to curse someone to death.

And the urge to go through with it. With those Aspects, with Ernesto. With everyone they know.

"Sira...is...is there a way you can possess me? So we can know what they're thinking?"

Beyond the anger. Beyond the hurt.

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"You- what?"

They didn't mishear. They just can't say they expected such a thing. Especially not now.

"You want to be my host? Like... temporarily?"

Adriel knew that they consumed their hosts. Right? They could have sworn they had mentioned that. They shift a bit in Adriel's arms.

"I've never done it like that on purpose but, I was removed from a host once. We could fix the summoning sigil, maybe, to make that work... But I don't know if they'll like this."