With his teeth bared and clenched, Israfel laughed as the cold of reason passed through him. The amalgam briefly slowed down but any semblance of order quickly fell into dust through exploiting the absurdity at the base of each thought and feeling.
– You gotta start appreciating it, buddy, or you will never truly grasp the interpersonal relationships, whims and desires of humans! Harbinger probably understands it better, that old schemer! O-oh, look, what a pretty sight!
In the strange realm they ended up he still didn't turn human, not even percepting himself as one. As the Incubus's image touched him, the Oracle's outer covering was like resin, somehow briefly sticking to the fingers.
– That's a nice place but it really lacks a touch of comfort. Some comfy chairs or sitting pillows... – he simply manifested a believable enough image of said pillow and sat down on it. – Ah, much better! So what are you trying to accomplish there and why are you picking the literal worst man for grooming someone into becoming a meat bicycle for you? I'm truly mystified!
