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GRADUATION: A PRELUDE

[ Yasuragi returns to Tokyo in Spring. The winter snow has melted, and in the park the trees are blossoming, pale petals that whirl in the breeze. A branch trembles to bring a flurry across his vision, blocking his vision momentarily: instead he feels only the chill wind, and hears the crisp clear sound of a twig breaking underfoot. When the sakura are gone from his vision, he sees a tall man.

Asmodeus, in the shade of the trees, holds out a hand gloved in black leather to beckon for you to approach. ]

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Not particularly, no. Would this be about giving up my life? My body?

Your soul. The standard deal with the devil.

Have you put time into the idea before?

I was vaguely aware of it. That we might earn something like a "wish," or somesuch.

The life of my son, in exchange for my soul. And after that? I'll be whisked away from this place, to my home? To a place of your choosing? I don't quite grasp the shape of the arrangement just yet, I'm afraid. Just what use do you make of the souls you collect, exactly.

As part of my Hell, you'll be made a demon, and working for me. Beyond that, I'm considered permissive. I find it unwise to give work beneath the talents of demons who have do unto others branded on their beating hearts. Further my causes, and you'll get your rewards.

[ His eyes are visible beneath the glint of his glasses as he steps closer, into the sunlight. He spreads his arms, a display of all the possibilities he would present him with. ]

Where would you like to work, King Ardashir ibn Ahmadi? Would you like to return home, to follow through with those who have wronged you? To make certain those who are wronged are allowed their payback? Would you prefer to turn your back on your past, and wander the worlds looking for who most justly deserves to be on the wrong end of your machinations?

For a man who sees so piercingly into the depths of my heart, you paint quite the lofty image of me.

Shall I take that to mean, more or less, that so long as I spread vengeance, I'm to live as I like?

Correct. Those are my terms.

[ idly, just to see how far he can push his luck ]

What of the rest of my memories? And what difference does it make, to be a demon instead of as I am now?

Those?

Let's take care of that now.

[ He snaps his fingers and Yasuragi remembers. Everything that was lost, absent, is slotted back into place in his mind. ]