"Veritas, mine in lacking."
Advice - Adjust your straightened tie, for formality is unjust. Tradition is honor, and may be changed, for honor is your dignity, not pride.
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"You laugh, why so?" Asks the being, a demon in the eyes of the human before him. Such a description was literal, for their tail swayed about, poking out of the pure white cloth wrapped around them.
"I finished a piece, really, it's amazing. My canvas, my life," says the crying man. Old or young, it was a blur. Just a man on his hospital bed, sorting through documents - bills, certificates, resumes, etc..
"Art? I see." Was all the demon said in response to his glee.
"You're young," the old man paused before asking with a smile, "I may call you a demon, since you were born of my greatest sin - the happiness of accomplishment. Yet, I must ask, though you have such a young and androgynous body, adult, maybe, I simply wish to give you something. Would you like a name, kid?"
"For me, the demon? Yes, please."
"I like the name, sir."
"So it will be, then. Seth, what can you do? What are you? I seemed to have mistaken you as a demon who would take me to hell. Really, what are you?"
"A Noxiv. A demon of sorts. I can control the state of matter, not relative to general physics. Reaction without the temperature change, per se."
"What a capable child."
"Indeed so, sir."
"Can you explain a little more, then? I'm no scientist."
"Solid water, frozen, but still room temperature if I decide it so. Cesium could be blue and not react to the oxygen, so long as i manipulate it."
"How pretty such a sight would be." The man on the bed praised.
"Art." 'Seth', the now named being, stated.
"Art? It may very well be, but is it so?"
"Yes, for I enjoy what i can create with it. Not for me, not for anyone. Just to exist."
"Then it is art." The man chuckles, half-hearted and with no profound thoughts behind it.
"Are you going to rest?"
"When the doctor arrives, yes."
"Well, the piece is finished, all is done. I really admire it."
"Well, for an artist to be his own muse, I am glad."
"Rest well. Your memory to be in stasis, and your body to decompose and fertilize new memories."
"Good night, Seth."
"Good afternoon."
The silence could never exist in that room, even after the conversation ended. The demon born of a masterpiece, sought their farewell and left to wander.
- So on.