The boy perked up again, seeing his father try to think of a good story. The prospect of the first demon oracle as well as where they came from made him light up a bit. He had seen a bit of the family tree and understood that grandma was considered one of the first royal demons. He also knew a little bit about how they came from angels, but dad would know more than the books, wouldn't he?
"I know we came from angels and each house matches with one of the houses from the angels, but I don't remember the first demon oracle." He was honest with his father; he always was. Oracles were odd since they came from the royal line. He had heard some of the servants talk about how theirs had yet to show and on occasion muttered about how Vion wasn't it; much to the young boy's dismay. The concept of the oracle was still hard to grasp, especially with how angels and demons were connected by this odd tie to one another. Their oracle could be a demon or angel and even more, from one of the 6 houses on either side. There was a slim chance that the new oracle would be apart of death, but what about the first? Were they death or were they originally a fallen angel?
Vion pulled Dagon closer into his chest, a bit to the fox's surprise. He had just started to get comfortable before his owner started to move him around, but the fox didn't complain. It didn't lash out or try to nip. It merely went with the flow, acting like a rag doll until Vion had him against his chest, his right arm supporting the kit's front paws while his rear rested on the boy's lap.
"Tell me about the first demon oracle! Was he death? How did they happen? Did grandma know them?" The boy looked to his father with eager eyes. He wanted to know more. It was what his father had wanted after all, right?
"I know we came from angels and each house matches with one of the houses from the angels, but I don't remember the first demon oracle." He was honest with his father; he always was. Oracles were odd since they came from the royal line. He had heard some of the servants talk about how theirs had yet to show and on occasion muttered about how Vion wasn't it; much to the young boy's dismay. The concept of the oracle was still hard to grasp, especially with how angels and demons were connected by this odd tie to one another. Their oracle could be a demon or angel and even more, from one of the 6 houses on either side. There was a slim chance that the new oracle would be apart of death, but what about the first? Were they death or were they originally a fallen angel?
Vion pulled Dagon closer into his chest, a bit to the fox's surprise. He had just started to get comfortable before his owner started to move him around, but the fox didn't complain. It didn't lash out or try to nip. It merely went with the flow, acting like a rag doll until Vion had him against his chest, his right arm supporting the kit's front paws while his rear rested on the boy's lap.
"Tell me about the first demon oracle! Was he death? How did they happen? Did grandma know them?" The boy looked to his father with eager eyes. He wanted to know more. It was what his father had wanted after all, right?
