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Sulfur Blackbody
The tears have finally stopped racing down the boy's cheeks. Purely because he ran out. Then, out of nowhere, Marilyn's voice popped into the train station. "I-is he going to be ok? I mean, I hardly know him or anything but... I dunno, I guess he's kinda like a friend to me. Don't you dare tell him I said that!" Sulfur perked his ears up. He looked around wildly for the source of the voice, but to no avail. "The thing that hurt Sulfur looked like an angel. However, it had black wings. This means it was most likely a spirit of balance. He was after the thing Sulfur made, therefore, it shouldn't exist yet. Or it's very, very important." KG's? "What the literal Hell?" In a moment of confusion as the two voices rolled by, having a conversation, Sulfur plopped down next to the rails. This did remind him, however. He looked furiously through his pockets, his device wasn't here. But, KG seemed to have put it in his actual pockets on his physical body. In conclusion, he could hear what his body could.
Listening to all the hilarious banter and tongue-in-cheek conversing between the two as they brought him to the hospital, Sulfur was smiling if not laughing a couple of times. Until KG had said "I don't know if Sulfur will ever wake up, all magic comes with a price. Perhaps this is said price." His smile had reverted into a frown full of awe. His normal optimism had swiftly been perverted into great pessimism, believing he would just be a worthless body wasting the air on Earth. Infinitely trapped and cursed to listen to all he could be learning and laughing about. His head fell into his hands, his fingers becoming buried in his nightshade hair. "Please..." he said, increasing the grip on his hair, "...don't waste your energy on me if I won't be worth keeping!" His teeth gritting and lips quivering, the poor demon boy was on the verge of breaking down.
Ten Chronos years ago in Hell, Sulfurious X. Blackbody was tasked by Lucifer himself to kill and siphon the soul of a new upstart angel who was making Hell's life hard. This was a rare occurrence, as this was one Sulfur actually wanted to do. Why? Because he had never seen an angel's dreams before. Lucifer had snuck him into Heaven, where Sulfur had now looked like an extremely low-ranking angel. Man, this place is BRIGHT. Like, it's brighter than my brother naked. Okay, that's pretty insulting to Heaven. Sorry! He spent about a few days walking around and pretending to be an angel, until he found the alleged upstart. The name was unknown, however he seemed too powerful to only be a low-rank angel. He was almost on par with Sulfur's power, it seemed. Maybe that's a bit of a hyperbole, but it gets the point across. Watching in awe, Sulfur observed this angel completely destroy the targets without even touching them. Abusing the power of wind, apparently. He then listened to this angel's conversations and interactions, and he decided this was too good of a guy to kill. He assassinated another angel and brought it back to Lucifer. Blackbody got away with it, however soon after he was assigned to design machinery and other technologies for Hell.
This is something Sulfur thoroughly enjoyed doing. He developed trans-dimensional cellular devices, functional clocks, complex weaponry which only activated if a specific demon held it, among other things. Although lonely, his inventions and other contraptions were his friends. His family was never really there for him, Sulfur raised himself and taught himself most things he knew. Aside from inventions, the only thing close to family he ever had was a reaper demon named Kahn. Despite being rather weak, Kahn was infamous for never dying and always, ALWAYS completing his assignment a few days early. And damn, he was good at breaking whatever Sulfur made. Because of this, he constantly had to stop by Sulfur's to get repairs. They became short in a close amount of time, and even called each other "brother" because Kahn lacked a solid family as well.
One day in the demonic life of Blackbody, he was hearing talk that Kahn hadn't returned from his most recent task yet. Now, he still had two more days to complete it, but he should've been earlier. The optimistic Sulfur didn't mind the delay.
Four days later, Kahn still didn't return. With a twitch in his eye, Sulfur still said "He'll come back soon! Don't you worry!"
Seven days.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Whenever asked about his brother, Sulfur would say with a smile "He's on vacation!" Some demons could occasionally see Sulfur looking at a shrine in Kahn's honor. Who killed him, Sulfur wondered.
He had heard Shīre's voice. that's when he knew KG and Marilyn brought him into the right place. Wait... she called him her friend. I.... I thought you hated me, Shīre...
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