"Miss Tendi." He lifts a hand with an idle wave: the blue-purple glow of his magic surrounds it, and a book flies gracefully off the shelf - his grimoire - to fly over to them and open itself in a flurry of pages, so when it settles on its spread, liquid motes of magic rise from it to form seven complicated sigils. "In my world, and that of most humans who do celebrate Hell, there are seven rings, and thus seven rulers, known as the Deadly Sins."
They all swirl together into the one that looks like a fireball, that reforms in an elegant burst of fire to create a a simplified Goetian, that walks across the page with a salacious swing of its hips and blows a heart-shaped flame at Tendi as Stolas talks. "One of these rings is Lust, as embodied by the King of such, Asmodeus."
And he closes the book again, catching it lightly in both hands. "The majority of his employees are sex workers, and nearly all succubi and incubi are either born or originate in his ring. Sex does not have the taboos in Hell that humans ascribe it on Earth. It's merely a mutually pleasant exchange of services."
Now it's Tendi's turn to give Stolas a confused look, though she does appreciate the show. Stolas's magic is fun. "Well, I'm not human, Orion has very few taboos around sex - honestly it could do with a few more - and Blitzø is an assassin, not a sex worker."
She sighs. "Look, I didn't realize how... fucked up it was, the way I was taught to treat men, until I left Orion and started seeing how other races approached their relationships. Especially intimate relationships. And it took me a long time to accept that I had... probably hurt people by participating in the system Orion society created. Even if it was all very 'normal' and 'acceptable' for my people." She's still not sure she could look a lover in the eye and explain the things she'd done.
"I'm not saying your relationship is wrong, or you need to stop, or anything like that. I just... want you to think about how your society impacts you. Both of you. Some day you're going to have to deal with how Blitzø's been treated by people who look like you, even if you treat him well. And maybe... maybe how you've treated people who look like Blitzø." The last is a guess, but it's a guess based on personal experience. She'd never treat her father the way she treated other men, but at the time, she'd found ways to justify it to herself. Because it was how things were supposed to be.
He's trying to debate whether he should be insulted or not by what Tendi is insinuating.
"I have never forced myself upon Blitz," he corrects her, a little stiff but not offended. "Nor have any of our arrangements been non-consensual, and quite frankly I have never required Blitz uphold his end of the bargain. He has always done so willingly, and if our arrangement ever fell on a day that didn't work for either of us we would negotiate and reschedule."
He straightens up a little, tugging his vest straight. "And I have always been very clear that I don't care what society thinks of us. People are extremely aware I am fucking an imp, thanks to our date at Ozzie's, and I still refuse to care. I want Blitz!"
"I never said you had!" Oh, this is a mess. She's not sure he's even listening at this point, and she's never been great at talking about this kind of stuff. "But you don't think it affects your relationship that he expects higher status demons to treat him like garbage? Especially if he's ever seen you treat another imp like they're beneath you. Or that he has to be afraid of losing you and access to your grimoire? Don't you think both of you deserve a relationship without some transaction hanging over your heads?"
...which is very similar to what she told Blitzø, honestly.
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"Miss Tendi." He lifts a hand with an idle wave: the blue-purple glow of his magic surrounds it, and a book flies gracefully off the shelf - his grimoire - to fly over to them and open itself in a flurry of pages, so when it settles on its spread, liquid motes of magic rise from it to form seven complicated sigils. "In my world, and that of most humans who do celebrate Hell, there are seven rings, and thus seven rulers, known as the Deadly Sins."
They all swirl together into the one that looks like a fireball, that reforms in an elegant burst of fire to create a a simplified Goetian, that walks across the page with a salacious swing of its hips and blows a heart-shaped flame at Tendi as Stolas talks. "One of these rings is Lust, as embodied by the King of such, Asmodeus."
And he closes the book again, catching it lightly in both hands. "The majority of his employees are sex workers, and nearly all succubi and incubi are either born or originate in his ring. Sex does not have the taboos in Hell that humans ascribe it on Earth. It's merely a mutually pleasant exchange of services."
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She sighs. "Look, I didn't realize how... fucked up it was, the way I was taught to treat men, until I left Orion and started seeing how other races approached their relationships. Especially intimate relationships. And it took me a long time to accept that I had... probably hurt people by participating in the system Orion society created. Even if it was all very 'normal' and 'acceptable' for my people." She's still not sure she could look a lover in the eye and explain the things she'd done.
"I'm not saying your relationship is wrong, or you need to stop, or anything like that. I just... want you to think about how your society impacts you. Both of you. Some day you're going to have to deal with how Blitzø's been treated by people who look like you, even if you treat him well. And maybe... maybe how you've treated people who look like Blitzø." The last is a guess, but it's a guess based on personal experience. She'd never treat her father the way she treated other men, but at the time, she'd found ways to justify it to herself. Because it was how things were supposed to be.
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"I have never forced myself upon Blitz," he corrects her, a little stiff but not offended. "Nor have any of our arrangements been non-consensual, and quite frankly I have never required Blitz uphold his end of the bargain. He has always done so willingly, and if our arrangement ever fell on a day that didn't work for either of us we would negotiate and reschedule."
He straightens up a little, tugging his vest straight. "And I have always been very clear that I don't care what society thinks of us. People are extremely aware I am fucking an imp, thanks to our date at Ozzie's, and I still refuse to care. I want Blitz!"
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...which is very similar to what she told Blitzø, honestly.