Page 51 of Demonic Affliction

And you get mad at me when I say you are daft.

I press my palms into my eyes, holding back a scream. “What the hell do you want, Spoon?”

Nothing. I was bored.

I grit my teeth. “Does my suffering amuse you?”

Greatly.

I scoff. “Of course it does. Why am I surprised?”

Beats me. Wishful thinking?

That actually makes me laugh, though it’s more from hysteria than true amusement. “Probably.”

Spoon and I sit in silence for a while after that, the serafyn borrowing my sight to stare out at the quiet landscape.

This is nice, it murmurs. It’s been a while since I just… sat and looked out at a world. Took in its beauty. It’s silent for a while. I can see why you creatures fight so hard to save them.

The words make me pause. I always assumed the serafyn was a cruel being, but moments like this seem to show otherwise.

“You said you have been around for a millennia.” I attempt to sound as casual as possible. “Have you inhabited other vessels?”

Yes. Many.

“Have you ever liked any of them?”

Spoon is silent for a long time. It is hard to remember. When I transfer to a new vessel, I forget many details. But I think… I think there was one before you. I believe that I cared for her quite a bit. Another long pause. Yes… yes, I remember now. I can see her face clearly in my mind, like it was only yesterday we were together.

“What happened to her?” I ask softly.

I lost her. It almost sounds like the entity is holding back tears. She passed far before her time.

“I’m so sorry,” I say. “What was her name?”

The voice pauses for so long I don’t think it’s going to answer.

I… I cannot remember. It seems distressed by this fact. I can see her face, but her name escapes me. It lets out a quiet laugh. I do remember that she liked to call me Spoon. A rather irritating quirk she shared with you.

“It doesn’t sound like you were all that irritated by it.”

Another low chuckle. In a way, I wasn’t. I cared for her, and she cared for me. I did not mind what she called me, as long as it was with love.

“How did you lose her?”

I… do not know. The voice turns stern. Either way, I do not wish to talk about it any longer.

“Okay. We can talk about something else.”

Goody.

“You know, you don’t have to be such a dick all the time.”

I don’t. But I am old, and I have earned the right.

“Touché. I guess.” I stare back out at the landscape, feeling small and insignificant in the face of it all. “Spoon?”

Yes?