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Villager: Xertok

X3

"Spy!!!?? Who would even need to spy to find that out??"
The thought was so absurd she flopped into the ground laughing. At least this seemed to improve her mood as her tail wagged slowly.
"Scent... It is all about scent! You should know... Or is your sniffer bad?" She managed to say between laughs. Stinky stupid common.

"sorry about that.... I got... Excited. You, I called you stinky because you are."
Her snout wrinkled as she covered her nose with her wings.
"STINKY!!! Smelly demon!!."
Her tail lashed about. If Xer is so stinky why is she here??

"STINKY!!!"
The yell is followed by incoherent screams.

Sightmare watched in mild interest as Xertok suddenly grew legs to stand on the ground. The transformation seemed to come easily to the demon, and Sightmare couldn't help but feel mildly jealous. He could only grow legs and touch things from the physical realm if he used a large chunk of his magic to create a body made entirely out of magic for himself. It wasn't something he could do often unless he had a lot of magic stored up. He looked at his wings, and gave them a flap. "Well, I don't need them when I'm in my ethereal form, 'cause I can float around either way. But when I'm in my physical form and have legs and such, they come in handy." Using one wing, Sightmare flipped himself upside down just because he wanted to. Reject angel? The ghost chuckled to himself. He was pretty sure he could never even qualify to be an angel, but then again he would probably get kicked for his colors if he even was one. He hadn't really thought about it. When Xertok's voice changed to an annoyingly high pitch, Sightmare flattened his ears. After Xertok appeared behind him, voice changing once again, Sightmare was silent for a moment before letting out a few snickers. Soon he burst out in a fit of giggles, doing somersaults in the air as he laughed. "An odd joke of course, but who's to say my sense of humor is conventional?" he chuckled. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Ah! Now where are my manners?" he exclaimed. He extended a paw towards Xertok and gave the demon a toothy grin. "My name is Sightmare, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Don't worry-my handshakes can't give out curses or do anything special like that."

Sightmare perked his ears up in surprise as the demon focused on him for a moment before their vacant expression transformed into Sightmare's own face. It was almost like Sightmare was looking into a mirror, except it wasn't the ghost talking to himself this time, as the voice most definitely wasn't his and his mouth wasn't moving. Sightmare chuckled slightly at the question. "Well, if it weren't for the voice and the fact that I don't call myself a cat, you could fool anyone into thinking you were me!" Sightmare ignored the fact that the intriguing demon seemed slightly disappointed at the ghost's intrusion, and instead stared at the charm which seemingly changed with each emotion the demon felt. Sightmare had seen fish change colors to ward of predators, attract partners and such, but the charm was something new altogether! He briefly wondered if it was either an artifact or a part of the demon before the red and purple creature spoke again. He giggled at Xertok's correct assessment that he was indeed a trouble maker, and his mouth settled in a grin. "Well then, Xertok, who are you exactly. You seem rather interesting, to say the least." Sightmare was silent for a moment before he pointed a clawed finger at Xertok's chest. "And if I may ask, why does that symbol on your chest match the one on the thing that the spider is fond of?"

Sightmare floats around Xertok, observing him with interest in his eyes. Resting his head on his paws, he grinned and asked, "What are you?" to the demon.

"Welcome to hell, please enjoy your stay."

"Stop yelling, your voice gives me a headache."

Zatarin flinched and folded his ears down when he was screamed at. "...I...Already knew that, but thanks for the info you demonic heathen. Why do you care? Mind your own business."