"Happy? You sure you're ok? This is like, a 180 from where you were about 2 hours ago. You're skipping, whistling... doing rather childish things... no offense."
Rori turned on his heel, grinning wider than ever and making sure to not hit her with the staff. He took her hand, and looked her in the areas right above the eyes. He was happy, not careless.
"Of course I'm doing alright, the grieving process is over! My demons aren't dead, they just moved from my head! And, I think I've found out what I truly want to do with my life." He began walking again, his voice even broke a little bit near the end of that sentence. He cleared his throat, and continued walking again with wide steps.
"I've been sharing my psyche with a demon for the last 10 years of my life. He shared with so many things, the voices and opinions of 100's of fascinating people. I felt whole, more than that, the first time I had any sort of POWER. I admit, I let it get to my head. Who wouldn't, my power was unlimited and my ears ringing with praises and scholarly debates from great people. That's when HE showed up. An archangel, come to stop me. He wanted to rein in on my fun, wanted to sever me from my new power. So he had to go, why should I be under the oppressive judgement of heaven with the rest? The people with no power, no ambition or drive to reach my level. So, I killed him. It took a while, but in the end even god couldn't ignore me like the rest of his colony of faithful ants. That is, until recently. A half angel attacked me, he got the jump on me and managed to cut me from my power." He held out his bandaged arms, staring mournfully. His smile was gone now, his face was back to an even neutral.
"I could tell from his demeanor, he was one for the status quo. He was one born with strength, one born to take it away from people like me. He wants the world under his boot, and I'll unleash all the forces of hell if it means stopping him." He looked up at May, and smiled weakly and innocently, "Sorry, I get wordy when I get angry.... No, should I make a familiar to help scout?" Rori raised his staff, which glowed brightly. A small imp seemed to drip out of the main one, and flew forward.
Rori turned on his heel, grinning wider than ever and making sure to not hit her with the staff. He took her hand, and looked her in the areas right above the eyes. He was happy, not careless.
"Of course I'm doing alright, the grieving process is over! My demons aren't dead, they just moved from my head! And, I think I've found out what I truly want to do with my life." He began walking again, his voice even broke a little bit near the end of that sentence. He cleared his throat, and continued walking again with wide steps.
"I've been sharing my psyche with a demon for the last 10 years of my life. He shared with so many things, the voices and opinions of 100's of fascinating people. I felt whole, more than that, the first time I had any sort of POWER. I admit, I let it get to my head. Who wouldn't, my power was unlimited and my ears ringing with praises and scholarly debates from great people. That's when HE showed up. An archangel, come to stop me. He wanted to rein in on my fun, wanted to sever me from my new power. So he had to go, why should I be under the oppressive judgement of heaven with the rest? The people with no power, no ambition or drive to reach my level. So, I killed him. It took a while, but in the end even god couldn't ignore me like the rest of his colony of faithful ants. That is, until recently. A half angel attacked me, he got the jump on me and managed to cut me from my power." He held out his bandaged arms, staring mournfully. His smile was gone now, his face was back to an even neutral.
"I could tell from his demeanor, he was one for the status quo. He was one born with strength, one born to take it away from people like me. He wants the world under his boot, and I'll unleash all the forces of hell if it means stopping him." He looked up at May, and smiled weakly and innocently, "Sorry, I get wordy when I get angry.... No, should I make a familiar to help scout?" Rori raised his staff, which glowed brightly. A small imp seemed to drip out of the main one, and flew forward.