Cain watched Virgil's every move with panic, he was tensed up as soon as the demon had stepped out the circle. Cain was certain that the demon would do something crazy at any given moment, and Cain didn't trust Virgil one bit. Still, it beat having a demon trapped in the attic, out in the open for anyone who walks up here.
"It's 20XX," Cain answered Virgil. He had atleast been a little smart about the way he had summoned Tirnarok, and had drawn on the bottom of the rug. Cain flipped it over, the summoning circle now out of sight and out of mind.
Cain walked towards Virgil and reached passed him to open the attic door, the closest he had been to the demon so far. "I would say demons first but .. uh.. no," Cain said, filing past him and down the steps. The gouse was silent, fortunately for them
Virgil snorted as Cain moved in front of him to unlock the door and walk down the steps first. Considering how scared he had been moments before, the change of attitude intrigued Virgil. He shoved his hands in his pockets, following after Cain.
His steps were silent; although he had a human form, minor magic still coursed through his body. It would most certainly be a perk for sneaking up on Cain, as well as the rest of his family. He snickered to himself, pausing to look around his surroundings. When they left the attic, Virgil could see that there was much more space here. He appreciated the size of the house.
As he looked down at himself, he realized that he had nothing on but a pair of pants. He wondered if Cain's parents would be concerned about Cain having a shirtless boy over. He ran to catch up to Cain, pausing to tug on the other boy's shirt. "We're the same height, right?" he asked, sizing the human up. "You should lend me some more clothes."
"Of course.. though it'll have to be something I never wear so my mother won't cause a fit. A shirtless guy is probably much better than a boy wearing my shirt," Cain said with a chuckle, opening a door that led to his room. It was as neat and tidy as any room in the house of strict people, the only things on his walls were framed pictures with life lessons or bible quotes. With the exception of Cain's three secret places; in a drawer (which he kept locked), his closet, and between his mattresses. In these places he kept random things that his parents would never dream of him having.
Cain opened his closet door, where he owned many clothes that people would call "nerdy". He moved a few things around, dug a little deeper, and the closet's atmosphere seemed to change completely. At the back were dark clothes, some ripped jeans, chained accessories, even this one skirt that Cain moved quickly out of view before Virgil could notice. "This should work," Cain said, holding up a plain black shirt. Then he noticed the back had a nirvana insignia on it. "Or not..," Cain set it down, then settled on a white sweater that was a little too big for him and therefore he never wore it. "Half of this stuff isn't mine," Cain explained. "My parents wanted to dump all of my sister's things when she moved out, but I took them and kept them without them noticing."
Virgil raised an eyebrow as he stepped into Cain's room. He knew that the young boy's family was religious, but he hadn't expected them to be that extreme. He stalked his way over to the other boy's bed, sitting down and watching him as he started to go though his closet.
When Cain pulled out a shirt that had the Nirvana symbol on it, he shot up, darting over and picking it up from the pile of clothing. "What is this?" He asked, holding it up in the air in fascination. He turned away from the younger boy, walking back to the bed and sitting down with the shirt still in his hands. It was far too small for him to wear it; he wished that it was in Cain's size. "Your sister has very good taste. Why would they want to throw such treasures out?"
"My sister doesn't have a taste, she has a rebellious streak and thinks so highly of herself that she abandoned her family," Cain said, though that were mostly quoting what his parents had told him. It was noticeable how how was becoming more and more like the good Christian boy his parents had raised him to be as they left the attic. Cain really didn't want to downvote his sister like that, and he didn't even know why he was lying to Virgil. Sadly, the demon was probably the only person he could be honest to.
"But I do miss her. I guess I still care about her, though dad says to forget about her. Sometimes I wish she would've taken me with her when she went away, and I wonder if she's even still alive. It's been a few years now," Cain said with a sigh. He swiped the shirt from the demon, almost protectively. "Wear this," Cain said, tossing Virgil the sweater.
Virgil narrowed his eyes when Cain seemed to get defensive. He could hear the poison of religion oozing from the boy's lips as he described his sister. While the demon was here to stir up trouble, he decided that it would be important for him to fix up the boy that had summoned him. Perhaps he could mess around with his parents at some point...
Sighing, Virgil took the sweater and slid it over his head. While it might have been too big on Cain, it was perfect on Virgil. He touched the fabric, startled at how soft it felt. "So, when does your family wake up? I can't wait to meet them." He smirked, looking up at Cain. "Maybe they'll want me to stick around much longer than a month if I still have the touch.."
"They'll wake up in a few minutes or so, actually. I've been up all night, summoning you. Hopefully they don't notice," Cain said as he grabbed a rubberband to tie up his hair into a neat, small ponytail. He had actually been up all night for the past few days, gathering the necessary items for the ritual. Witchcraft was no easy business, especially when you had to do it in secret. He hadn't slept in days.
Cain picked up a brush off his dresser and began to brush Virgil's hair, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't asked for permission to, he just did it. "When they call me for breakfast, that's where we'll introduce you. Mom might be up already, cooking.. we're so lucky to not have ran into her when we came down from the attic," Cain said, still brushing, trying his best to make them look presentable. Then he paused, "Oh, I'm brushing your hair by the way," he stated, just noticing himself.
Virgil opened his mouth slightly, as if he had something to say, but he quietly closed it and allowed Cain to brush his hair. The gesture was the first bit of human contact that he had received in thousands of years. The feeling of the brush combing through his hair pleased the demon immensely. There were times when Cain's arm brushed against his back; it took all of his willpower not to shudder in pleasure.
"I noticed," Virgil purred, closing his eyes while waiting for Cain to finish. "Was my hair that bad? I haven't used this form in a long time. Never get the chance to really clean up--..." He cut himself off, pulling up his arm to sniff at himself. Oddly enough, he smelled of sea salt and lavender, and he wasn't covered in scum. He was rather clean, for the most part.
"Your hair wasn't awful, just didn't really scream 'christian boy seeking guidance' like it's supposed to," Cain said with a chuckle, finishing up in stylizing Virgil's hair. It was now parted, both sides swooshed neatly towards the back.
Cain looked at his bedside clock, the time read 6:04. He glanced at Virgil, suddenly nervous. "You're probably gonna meet my family soon, Oh God.. we always pray before our meals, can demons even do that? What do demons eat? Should I get rid of this?" Cain asked, taking out a small cross necklace that had been hidden under his shirt.
(Sorry for the late response, I've had a rough week.)
Virgil nodded as if he understood what Cain was saying, but truthfully, he had little knowledge of the current time period. He would most definitely have to get that knowledge from someone the second he got access to his powers. Then again, seven days was quite a bit of time to walk around with no idea of human customs.
When Cain asked his questions, Virgil broke out laughing. Unlike his demon form, his laugh was actually rather charming and pleasant to hear. And, it was human- something that Cain would appreciate. "Your God ignores the prayers of my people, but I can still pray. I eat anything put before me. That includes humans." He paused to laugh more. "Kidding about the humans. Your kind is disgusting... As for your necklace, you can keep it. It won't hurt me in the slightest."
Cain was slightly taken aback by the abrupt laugh. He could almost forget for a second that a literal demon was standing in front of him. Cain widened his eyes when Virgil said he could eat humans but then let out a nervous laugh after he realized that it was a joke.
"Not all humans are disgusting," Cain said defensively, just as his mom called him from downstairs. "CAIN! ABEL! BREAKFAST!" She yelled.
Cain looked Virgil over one last time and took a deep breath. "Okay, come on, we got this!" He said to pep himself up just as much as he said to pep Virgil up. They walked out the bedroom door, Cain's brother bumping straight into him. "Cain!" He said, but Abel noticed Virgil and his eyes became more questioning than apologetic.
Virgil arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk crossing his face. "Not all humans are disgusting, you say? How would you know?" The demon desperately wanted to play more with Cain, but the boy had already taken off out of the room. Virgil fell silent, following obediently behind him. He narrowly avoided being bumped himself by taking a few steps backwards.
Virgil peered over Cain's shoulder. He quickly realized that Abel was gazing at him intently. "So this is your brother, hm?" Virgil smiled sweetly at Abel, clasping his hands behind his back. "It's absolutely lovely to meet you."
Abel and Cain weren't identical twins, though they looked very alike. The way to tell them apart was that Cain's eyes were a stormy grey, while Abel's eyes were a very prominent blue color.
"Uh, you too.." Abel replied, looking at Virgil, then at Cain and raising an eyebrow. "Oh, this is.. Virgil. He's from another Church, and his situation is not the best at the moment, so I offered for him to stay with us, a uh.. family of Christ," Cain explained, somewhat nervously but trying his best to keep his normally calm and observant nature.
Abel was silent for a second, but then nodded, accepting the story, and gave Virgil a hesitant smile. "Welcome, then!" He said. Abel gave Cain a brotherly look that said all too clearly that they'd have to talk more about Virgil later, alone. Abel walked up to Virgil and placed a hand on his back, "I'll take you to the dining room, then. Cain, you go wash up. You look awful."
Cain wanted anything but than to leave Virgil alone with his brother, but if he argued it'd look terribly suspicious. "O-of course," Cain said, turning away to head back down the hall and to the bathroom.