Races: Online

The Wood Elf accepted the chance to participate in the Creators' desire for peace for all of the Races and he enjoyed the world that he was in on top of that—and except for some mistakes in the past, he really was trying to live as peacefully as he could. He even had a daughter.

But it didn't mean that he took things lightly.

"...you don't happen to know the Human's True Name, do you?" The Demon Lord Mursiel asked him as they plopped down on their seat. Dark eyes darkened even further as they awaited his answer.

It made the Wood Elf remember that he had left Han's message on pending. A green screen appeared in the corner of his vision, the man asking him about learning skills on earth while also mentioning that he had saved his daughter. He coughed lightly and turned to the Demon Lord, "No. I don't, haven't heard of it at all."

"You're a liar."

"I'm not!" The Wood Elf's eye twitched. "The man had almost given his name once but I did not let them finish—I have no wish to bother them outside of this world." If there was a weakness presented in the Creators' Will, it was the fact that they've invited the lifeforms with differing mindsets and perspectives. Not everyone was willing to form peace and yet they still held on to it. It bordered on foolishness but perhaps that was the capacity of Higher Beings. 

They were willing to wait and hope for the best.

"The two of you are in an Alliance." Mursiel said. The man's tone was unamused and unflinchingly cold, "Please do not tell me that you have forgotten how much an Alliance weighs in this world? Forming an Alliance together means that there is an immense trust and faith with one another—and added along that feature is the capacity to check fellow Alliance Members information if need be. Included among those are the information about their own world and true identity in order to foster a better relationship with one another."

"... you've never been in an Alliance." The Wood Elf said it slowly. "I am not sure how you think that the Alliance has features similar to that. That's basically an invasion of one's privacy and that doesn't happen at all." Similar to the 'Companion' and 'Family' Feature in this world, it was true that the Alliance had that function but they didn't think that the Demon Lord would have known of it. 

"No Demon will come into an agreement without looking into everything possible—every nook and cranny of a contract is checked along with the possible loopholes and terms that could be done in my favor or the other party. We're not stupid." Mursiel's lips curled into a cold smile, "Something like this is within my realm of knowledge, Wood Elf. Do not think you can deny this."

"You can't really expect me to give it to you." The Wood Elf rubbed his face. "As you said, an Alliance holds a heavy weight here and betraying one's Allies is not a good reflection to one's Race—the Creators were willing to allow a lot of things in this world, free reign and such but their wish is still the same. They desire peace among all of the intelligent lifeforms and—"

"I will not stoop down and befriend Humans."

"Hah, then I'm afraid I won't help you." The Wood Elf pulled something out of their Inventory and caught the leaf that floated behind him. The wind was always around to lend a helping hand. He placed the leaf into his teapot and gave them a look, "I value my freedom here and I won't be forced to do something that I do not wish to do. Ahem…?"

The Demon Lord's eyes flared and the entire table began to burn. 

The Wood Elf leaned back and glared at them, "I didn't ask you to burn the entire table—the tea, idiot. Your temper is always unruly." He would be more wary if this had been another Demon and not Jilanya, but their relations had already gone far back that this was akin to her throwing a tantrum.

The fire around the table fell back and concentrated around the teapot, its reddish-orange fire turned to dark blue. Perhaps it was a testament to their mood, the Wood Elf wasn't exactly sure but if he had to be honest, there were no strict regulations against their desire maybe? Still, he really didn't understand why the Demon Lord despised the Human so much.

A silence emerged between them.

Wrought of anger or annoyance, he wasn't quite sure but he didn't want to give in. Who knew how much trouble would happen once the Demon Lord sees them?

"If I burn the City of Gloria to dust, then it won't be me literally killing them and thus the Protection bestowed on him wouldn't afflict me." Mursiel suddenly started. The fire blinked out of existence as the man stood up from his seat. "And perhaps I can do the same on Earth, I'll just—"

He doubted that his daughter would just leave if she could help the city. That presented trouble to him in a way. The Wood Elf slapped a hand over his face as he checked the tea—it was thankfully boiled properly as he finally gave the Demon Lord a look, "Can't you just let this go…? After maybe seventy years the Human would die on earth—"

"They are reborn again." The Demon Lord looked at him like he was stupid. "Their name might change and memories, but their Soul? I do not believe they are Transcendental yet."

"So it isn't about Humans in general but this specific Human?"

"...Both."

The Wood Elf poured himself some tea and offered the Demon Lord the same, he was serious about the hospitality. He tried to recount what he knew about Demon and Human interactions in the past millennium. "I would really like to think that the relationship between you and them is beneficial—the Humans are the ones who fall to baser vibrations?"

"Lower vibrations." Mursiel corrected him.

"Same thing. But my point stands the same, in a way, you guys sort of feed on Humans so wanting to destroy Humans because you think they're beneath you doesn't make sense at this point." It was the same point he had made with the High Elf in regards to the Dwarves but they kicked him out of the Council of Elves. "I mean to some extent… you Demons need Humans and other lower lifeforms but they prefer to exorcise your brethren. Basically makes you the the bottom feeder—"

The Wood Elf caught himself again.

"Some Humans make contracts with us." Mursiel relented but their jaw tightened. "But that does not change the fact that this is stupid. Everything we're doing right now is stupid because there's never going to be peace for Races—even among those of the same Race, there is division, grievances and chaos." Darkness coalesced around them, an aura that enveloped around him and dropped the temperature around them. "This world we are in right now is nothing but a lofty desire and wish. A dream unfulfilled. Yearnings unsatisfied."

"Yada yada, the void is null." The Wood Elf sighed and picked up his teacup, "I think we've already discussed your own existential crises the last time, and so as far as I can understand this object of your affection—well wrath, is nothing but a chance for you to air your grievances at some unsuspecting Human that got invited here?"

The Demon Lord glared at him.

"Pretty much then." The Wood Elf rubbed his face. Most of the time, immortality did nothing to one's own maturity didn't it? In most cases, their moral compass starts breaking down and what was left of them was simply a desire to lash out at everything in the world. There were Beings who decided to spend their eternity doing other things, some might have been more benevolent and aided lower beings, others sought to immortalize themselves in the mind of others and become gods, many prefered to hang out in the void or with other like-minded individuals while some were bored and entertained them with mortals.

… Compared to the gods bored and uncaring enough to pull Humans into their mindless games and fights, using them as pawns and minions—the Demon Lord's own desire now seemed less evil honestly. It wasn't as bad as gods spreading their divine sword and seed into mortals really. 

That one was plain disgusting. 

And yet at the end, they still wanted to trouble a Human. So the Wood Elf really needed to act as the better one in this situation, didn't he? "You can't just go to Earth and turn their world upside down for no reason at all except for some wounded pride, Jilanya. Demons are allowed to visit yes, and some even live there, but if you act too much and cause more trouble than allowed then a Higher Being will intervene and there's probably a timetable for these kinds of things anyway. It doesn't have to be you."

"There's no satisfaction if the Humans just ended up destroying themselves." The Demon Lord answered with a frown. They were too concerned of explaining themselves that they haven't even gotten peeved for the Wood Elf calling them by real name.

"Geez, well it's probably inevitable." The Wood Elf shrugged, "I heard some rumors of an Apocalypse to cleanse the planet, Gaia was throwing a fit. Although I'm not sure if my messenger's source is reliable—was it from the Three Fates News, The Monthly Prophet or the DoomSpeaker's Scroll?"

"That does sound fun~" A voice finally declared, a chirpy voice that rang clearly as a child's. "Wouldn't that be much more enjoyable to watch? But ah, you want to know the Human's name?"

This was a good case in point of his verdict earlier. Immortality didn't equal maturity.