The younger demon snorted a chuckle at this, licking the elder's side, gently administering his healing-power, helping the other regain the lost energy.
"Hey, you got me now, life's gonna be a hell of a lot more fun!" He chuckled, giving Valturez a smirk, playful and bratty, but also true and loyal... This kid was definitely not going anywhere and with his experience, it was impossible for anyone to hurt him mortally... Well, once he regained his power, that is...
Speaking of which, Crire found, strangely, that his healing-powers had increased since coming to the forest... And healing others seemed to dull the stings he felt in the still scabbed-over wounds all over his body...
Chuckling inwardly, he thought those feathery fools were at least good for ONE thing...

Crire seemed to have no problem with this at all as he was just as much a creature of lazy pleasures as any self-respecting cream-fat cat, not to mention he truly enjoyed grooming the older demon, doing whatever he could to make him comfortable.
He smiled softly.
"You're not the only one... I wish I could see ya human-form..." he said, that child-like glee back in his voice as he licked an old scar enthusiastically, effectively making the skin more flexible and feel just a little younger... He was getting better at this!

Crire stared in awe.
Honestly, he'd never seen another demon quite so impressive, but then again, the Dark Prince had mostly kept him among the lower-class, demons who wouldn't be able to pick a fight with him... But this was definitely something else. Getting up, he could find no better response than... bowing! Not only was it the first time in his life he'd done it willingly, it was the first time he'd done it to another demon too.
"Impressive!..." He mumbled, bratty attitude completely gone at this very moment, as if it'd never even been there. It was truly a curious sight for anyone to see Crire, The Devil's Trill bowing down to another person... It was with a bitter taste in his mouth he briefly remembered how the angels had made him bow down... be christened!... He'd done right by spitting in their faces and turning the holy water into piss.

But Crire just chuckled.
"Yeah, you are! But then again, I never saw another demon who was high-ranking enough to be humanoid..." He said, thinking about all of those unshapely ghouls and goblins he used to beat the crap out of, like the school-bully in a house full of kindergardeners... He smiled at Valturez, inspecting his clothes closely.
"So, what's with the robe?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, looking like a curious puppy more than ever.

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OOC: Argh, gonna sleep now, it's getting really late, but talk to ya tomorrow! >w<

Nodding knowingly, Crire sat down, relaxing, puffing out his chest slightly as he continued to admire the older demon.
He liked the look of it... It was so neat, so regal... Pure catnip to his perfectionist side. So visually pleasing...
"Yeah, black goes with anything, huh?" He said with a small smile, though something inside of him was a little... embarrassed... In his human form, he wore nothing but torn clothing and a coat which had quite literally been dragged through hell... He made an imposing figure in battle, but compared to this royal splendour in front of him, he looked like little more than a simple hobo...
All of this managed to show itself on his face for just a little while, sneaking in behind the smile and the admiration in his eyes...
He didn't wanna show Valturez his humanoid side... He was too... Pathetic in comparison...

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OOC: Thanks, mate! >w<

But the youth merely shook his head with a smile, looking carefree as ever.
"Nah, it's nothin', 'ol man." He said, affectionately leaning into that hand... though he still looked a little troubled under his otherwise perfect façade.
(What would you think of me, if ya saw my human form?... You'd probably cast me away... Laugh at me... Heh, I'm no king, after all. Barely even a prince anymore...)

A sarcastic huff of a chuckle was the response the youth uttered, though he seemed to be calmed down by the hand in his hair.
"Yeah, right... Gramps, you're much more of a demon than I ever was..." He said with a small, melancholic smile, though it soon became a real one... at least it looked real.
(But ya not gonna make me talk. The angels couldn't, so I don't think you can.)

This seemed to hit just the right spot of the problem, making Crire look up, interested, ears and eyes attentive, though a little worried too...
"What happened?... He asked, gently giving the older demon a small nudge...
Oh, how he missed his human form, then he could heal without having to lick the person... Disgusting, animal habit...

Crire gave a small, slightly insecure snort-chuckle, leaning in, nuzzling the greater demon yet again... He really was a rather physical little thing, wasn't he?...
"Heh... You really mean that?... Even if I turned out to be, say... more pathetic than anyone you ever saw?..." He asked, a small, slightly humoured smile at the corner of his mouth though one thing was obvious... He really thought quite little of himself in the presence of Valturez...

Crire chuckled, a slight nervous quality to his voice, avoiding and retreating.
"Heh, I never said that! I'm awesome and perfect, of course you wouldn't think that!... Just... What if you did?..." the young demon ventured, giving Valturez a small, insecure look...
He'd never not been accepted before, why was he so afraid of it now?...

Making Crire frown.
"Can't you do something to change it?..." He asked, seeing the pain in the other's face and voice... Though he really couldn't care less for the lower demons. They were nothing but filth to him and always would be. That was just how it was, how he'd been raised... And nothing could change that.

Or so he thought.

Making Crire snort slightly, giving a frown, dark and gloomy. He didn't much like Valturez to be sad or down and he wanted to abolish anything which could make him any of those two... But he knew he couldn't do anything in his current state... Those damn angels...
A gentle sigh came from the youth.
"Seems like ya got yer share of problems, huh, gramps?..." He said, wanting so badly to offer his services, though he knew he'd be useless the way he was...

Making Crire frown, looking almost disappointed.
"Arh, great... 'n I was hoping I could whack 'im for ya..." He said, looking truly sorry that this was apparently out of the question.

But Crire only huffed haughtily, ears going flat against his head as he gave a slightly offended look.
"Hey, I do what I want, old man." He said, though his attitude couldn't conceal his intentions... He really just wanted to help his new "adoptive father".

But Crire only shrugged, looking indifferent.
"Then I'll just get my power back and protect myself. I ain't no pipsqueak when fully powered, you know." He said, always having taken great pride in being one of Satan's favourites. It's true, though he never met much opposition, his creator had granted him enough power to hold his own even against the most powerful demons. He was definitely no push-over... When he had his powers, that is.

That's okay, dewd, don't sweat it XD

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Frowning, a small idea inched its way into Crire's head.
"Maybe I can help?..." He asked, following the greater demon like a loyal dog would its master.
"As far as I know, I'm one of the only demons with healing-powers... heh, certaily the only one you know... so whaddya say, old man?" He said with a grin, showing initiative and a will to help. Not to mention that slightly bratty attitude of his which just wouldn't be beaten down... The angels' faces much have been priceless when they found out.

Oh, that's okay, it was for an awesome cause XD

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Making Crire give a confident smirk.
"You should bring me down there. She'd prolly just take more damage getting up here." He said with a small, over-confident smirk, his stomach already tickling at the prospect of getting out of this forest.
"You could sneak me in and keep me hidden until you get enough power back to get me outta harm's way, ey?" He suggested, actually... not sounding like such a bad idea. What enemies don't know of can't hurt you, after all.

Having given a small jerk as Valturez grabbed him, Crire stared in amazement as they were transported, that familiar, sinking feeling he was used to himself when going home suddenly striking him again, catching him off-guard, making him thank Satan deer couldn't throw up.
As his metal hooves hit marble he quickly got his bearings, staggering slightly as the flames died out around them and he could feel that wonderful heat, smell that aromatic sulphur in the air again... and he knew he was home.
He smiled, took a deep breath, eyes blissfully closed before opening them again to look around, his gaze falling on the skull over the magnificent throne, making a small, excited smile crease his lips.
"Cool..." He muttered in awe, not even realizing that most of his major wounds were already healing up much more quickly; he was too busy staring in astonishment at all the regal splendour around him.

This made a slightly quirky smile appear on Crire's face as Valturez spoke. Something was obviously on his mind and it made his smile and eyes soft... But only for a second before his grin turned wicked again.
"Heh, how romantic." He grinned in a slightly mocking way, though he was one to talk, having had fantasies about his Serendipity only seconds ago.
Soon, though, he furrowed his brow in concentration.
"Hmm... I'll try... I definitely feel stronger..." He muttered, this being true as anything, though he could feel his powers were still not fully restored...
Slowly, he started transforming.
His hooves became enshrouded in a brief darkness, transfiguring the digits longer, splitting them in five. He slowly straightened up, the darkness enveloping all but his face, making what looked like a heavy but form-fitting coat appear around him and soon... He stood humanoid with a sigh, hands shaking just slightly from the strain.
He felt so much weaker than normally, but at least...
He looked at his hands...
He smiled.
He did it!

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I uploaded a new pic of Crire to his bio, if ya wanna check out his human form some more >w<

Looking down at his coat in slight shame at that comment, Crire could not help a small blush and a frown.
"Hey, this coat was hand-made by my creator..." He pouted in a futile manner, though he had to admit... it did look rather crummy compared to the spectacular robes of the other... But then, he grinned.
"Besides, I'm not some kinda posh brat, I'd just tear any robes you gave me and ruin them completely." He grinned sheepishly, though he had to admit... he was a little enchanted by them... And some neat, black outfit would suit him just fine, he figured~...
Still, as the other demon entered, he instinctively dove behind the older demon in a quick movement, already seeking to escape unwanted attention.
He was, after all, made for stealthy spywork as well as war. The ultimate war-machine indeed...

Making Crire nod with a smile, feeling so much younger than he really was simply because of the fatherly behaviour of the demon king.
Treading out from behind him, he briefly considered turning into something small and easily-concealed, like a rat or a fly... It would make hiding from unwanted eyes all that much easier.
He gave a smile as he followed Valturez.
"So, where's ya wife anyway?" he asked as they walked, looking all around him, attention-span of a distracted dog.

[Skip to when they get there? >w<]

[Alrighty, I'll just make me some food to regain mah energy XD;]

Frowning as he stood in the doorway, Crire felt a knot in both his stomach and his throat at seeing this, his legs shaking gently...
It was absolutely heart-wrenching... He looked away... He couldn't bare to see Valturez in such a state of sorrow!
But he could do something.
And he would.
Taking a small breath to steady himself, he stepped closer, trying to make his hands not tremble as he put one on Valturez's shoulder gently.
"Shall I start?..." He asked softly, a surprisingly gentle quality to his voice, unlike any Valturez had heard from him before...
It was painfully obvious, that this sight actually made him feel physical pain at Valturez's sorrow... That's how truly deeply he cared for the older demon...

Taking a deep breath, Crire knelt down respectfully by the demonesse's bedside, as if he was a knight in front of his queen or a pious priest in front of the cross... Rather an ironic image, really...
Softly, he extended his hands, laying them gently on Xezriel's stomach, trailing the long, brutal scars...
For a while, there was no change, but as the moments went by, the skin slowly started looking less mauled and ribboned, instead appearing as much softer, much more neatly healed...
The colour had returned slightly to the demonesse's face as well as she slept, all the while Crire was concentrating deeply, his brow lined with strain and concentration, his hands trembling just slightly by now...
He was doing all he could...
Locating every fracture and injury he could heal, fighting with everything he had to ensure her safe and functional survival, even going as far as allowing his healing-powers to stretch to her insides, healing what damage had been dealt there.
But soon enough, he gave a pained gasp, one hand gingerly holding his own side, shaking, while he kept the other only barely active, his face draining from colour within long.
He wasn't just healing her, he was giving her a bit of his own life-force! But as young as he was, he had no idea. And it probably wouldn't matter, since he was immortal, but it could be dangerous none the less... Especially in this place...