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No.

[ In that context he isn't even sure if it's a place or a person. But he too is curious. ]

I was also known as a "demon king".

( Ah, this.... a demon king, though not of Lucifer? Paimon can certainly understand a need for discretion, and perhaps now is the time. It takes him a few moments to sort out how to do it. )

I HAVE CREATED PRIVACY

YOU ARE NO LONGER
?

( The person said "was"; perhaps indicative of a past identity, so curiosity presses inwards, a thrill to learn. )

In my world, only demons who consumed each other to become stronger and caused national misfortunes could earn such a rank as "Supreme" and be considered a demon king. My strength has been curtailed here, my worshippers left in my last life, and the Pthumerians are gods with power far beyond that of the Heavenly Court, power to do as they will with me. With all of us. How could this humble hungry ghost still call himself a king? How could arrogance serve me?

( Paimon keeps the conversation that way, on "privacy". And he reads the other's words — slowly, stunned by them. The familiarity to them, even through all that is also different. When he replies, it's with odd, lengthy breaks inbetween his words, as though he's struggling to find them. )

I HAVE ALSO LOST

WHAT I AM
AND EVERY THING

THAT ONCE WAS MINE

HOW EVER IN THIS PLACE I AM TRYING TO FIND IT AGAIN I AM

FINDING WAYS
THIS WORLD MAY HAVE ITS RULES HOW EVER

IT IS MY

IDENTITY IT IS MY SELF
I AM A KING

( He doesn't have identity crises on the regular, of course not! (He does) )

DO YOU AT ALL FEEL THAT IT IS YOUR IDENTITY
BENEATH THE RULES OF WHAT MADE YOU A KING IN YOUR WORLD
?
?

No. But I was born in poverty. Some people truly exist as kings all their lives and beyond. Forgive me, Huangdi. This one is called Xuan, He Xuan. May I ask Huangdi's name?

[ Huangdi translates as "emperor", using the same characters as "yellow", and is a title of respect rather than a nickname. ]

( Born into poverty.... and rose to become a king, consuming and growing and developing a certain stature by the rules of his world. Paimon falters back, thoughts fluttering. Ah. He... understands. "King" is some intrinsic part of his identity, of what he is and how he functions, but it is not the case for all. It makes sense, and something to this other demon's words have soothed an unrest in his spirit.

He has lost everything, but.... not himself. Not entirely. Pieces, perhaps.

But forging connection with others helps. An exchange of names — Paimon is generally very careful with divulging it, there's power in names, but certainly now that he has been gifted this demon's, he'll reciprocate. And oh, he finds himself delighted and surprised by the term used. He is a thing which knows all languages, and the oldest are especially close to his own ancient spirit. Huangdi. That the characters also form yellow is a bonus, considering the colour his spirit is associated with. )

I AM PAIMON
I AM OF YELLOW
AND GOLD

( To introduce himself further, offer a bit more information in exchange for what this being has provided to him. )

IT IS PLEASING TO MEET YOU
HE XUAN
I WILL ASSIST YOU IN THIS PLACE HOW EVER YOU MAY NEED

[ The downside of text is that He Xuan can't give a respectful bow. ]

And I, you. I live in the caves by the beach and fish at the docks every day, come find me whenever you need something.

[ And maybe he'll light a respectful extra incense for Paimon instead of just Mariana tonight. ]

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