Suddenly, the flame haired demonia from the drum session, Wikked, reappeared, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. "Ya'll motherfuckers met my Hilimet yet? Hehehehe, rhymes n shit."
"Where the fuck did you go?" Hyeon-U asked this incredulously eyeing him up, Wikked shrugged his suspicions away.
"Nowhere important motherfucker." He pulled them against his chest in a bear demonia hug, not that he was one, being a wraith.
"Zephyrus? HE'S your Hilimet?!" Jia-a asked, disbelief in his tone as he looked at the firey demon.
Wikked cackled, "Oh no, I ain't that lucky to snag Zeph as my Hilimet. No, my Hilimet is a feisty one. You'd like him, Jia-a, he's got that fiery, sensual spirit you seem to have, like back in the day, in the old age, when you were the heart and heat of seduction, I remember I used to jack off fuckin, six or seven times at your concerts ya dig?."
Hyeon-U looked at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, before he gave Ji-a curious look.
Jia-a realized that Hyeon-U looked sightly annoyed when the younger turning to Wikked.
"Who's your Suhultar then?" Hyeon-U asked, trying to keep up with the demonia's terminology, he was educated about most things, but remembering what he learned was difficult when a demonia spent too long in Adam World.
Wikked grinned mischievously at that, wide and full of fangs. "Ah, that's a story for another time. Let's just say we have a love to hate relationship," he said, winking at them before disappearing into the crowd.
Jia-a couldn't stop thinking about what Wikked had said about his Hilimet. Did he really still have a fiery seductive spirit like his supposed demonia counterpart? He wondered if he would ever find out, but for now, he decided to enjoy the festivities with Hyeon-U.
"Wait, Wikked! What's his blood color so we can find him?" Hyeon-U called out suddenly, Jia-a cursed himself for his time stuck in a fucking statue, trapped by Adam Land expectations and laws.
Jia-a looked at Hyeon-U, reluctantly wondering what he meant by that question, and hating himself that he forgot. "What do you mean by blood color?" he asked. Hyeon-U looked at him with surprise. "You know, demonia blood color. It determines our caste and social status, thats right, you've been in Adam World too long, they freed you from a motherfucking statue" he frowned as he looked at Jia-a, the older demon quickly waved him off.
Jia-a felt a little embarrassed for not remembering, but he didn't let it show.
"Let's not, talk about that ok? Tell me though, WHY where you having a CRYING contest?" He looked at Hyeon-U with a confused expression, lilac hair falling into his face.
Hyeon-U scratched the back of his own head, grinning sheepishly, "Well uh...you see....what had happened was..."