It had to be understood that the separation between Real and Demon wasn't just a simple matter of location. It was a fundamental twisting of fates, diverging lines that split and could never come into contact once again. Sylas would have said that it was the perfect definition of what it meant to be parallel if there was any reason to believe that those of the Real World and those of the Demon World even went in the same direction to begin with.
The gap between the two forms of life was simply enormous. It wasn't the kind of thing that could just be hand waved away.
To put this matter into context, there was a higher chance of a human having a child with a cow than there was a chance of a human having a child with a demon.
The fundamental make ups of what made life, life in each World was too vastly different. It wasn't just a matter of mindset, it was beyond that.
"I know what you're thinking. I didn't think it made any sense either. But here I am, no? How else would I have Demonic Will? I do have a special inheritance, but thing about the inheritance is that the First Humans of Earth don't seem to have anything related to this. Plus, I've had this Demonic Will since before Earth began its Summoning in the first place.
"It's not the sort of thing that I can explain any other way."
Sylas didn't say anything for a long while. He believed that Alex was telling the truth. Though this man had deceived him many times before, the reality was that when push came to shove, Alex was usually good about pushing his cards to the middle of the table.
The issue was whether he still had other cards up his sleeves or not. At this point, Sylas really didn't put anything beyond this man.
However, for some reason, Sylas found himself really not wanting to kill Alex.
A pang filled Sylas' chest again and he moved with a little bit of discomfort, pressing his hand against his heart.
This really wasn't good. There was only so long that he could ignore this.
He had to complete a feat of Pride, and it had to be a good one.
But the problem with a feat of Pride was that it wasn't measured arbitrarily by the standards of the Key. Though it ranked them, the feats of Pride were measured by Sylas himself and his own sense of self.
This was the reason why the Madness Key had never asked anything of him before. Sylas never needed to do anything because his Pride was always at an all-time high.
Now, however, he was in a cycle of self doubt. Did it matter if he defeated someone he knew he could defeat already? What good would that do for him?
This was the problem with having a Pride you only ever measured against yourself. Sylas was at a level where he couldn't even begin to gain his Pride back until he, well... regained his Pride.
It was an endless, vicious cycle with no obvious end to it at all.
It was the worst sort of situation to be in.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked.
'What the hell is going on today?' Alex asked himself. He never pondered he would ever be asking Sylas of all people that question, but here he was.
"I'm fine." Sylas said.
'What the fuck he actually answered? That means he's definitely not fine.'
Alex diagnosed Sylas like he would have his own wife. They never mean they're actually fine when they say they're fine.
Sylas' normal answer would be a non-answer, Alex was sure of it.

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