The year 200As ( After Smit)
The start of the rule of the Kafisa Stanlins
Gostoique and Janjare left Rafael sitted gazing at the stars ...
" Do you think she will be ok ? " asked Janjare as they moved forward ; going back into Gostoigue's dominion , Gostoique stopped and his smile went down , " You will bear witness with me , people in her state of mind never heal from such kinds of wounds , they die slowly from the inside from the very passion that was meant to animate the very essence of their being on earth ; it is a tough process that can last until the after life ; my father was a very determined young man but with time his cravings and sorrows ate him up and formed a lowly spirit soon to turn into what is left of him today ... " he responded as a golden tear ran down his cheek .
Demons never cried because they lacked souls but there was something about Gostoique that was different , their was something unique . Being one of the eldest beings in the other realm and one of the few that saw the reign of Stephioza end and that of the AAAhylodemonangel begin ; it all animated a sort of spark in him : Souls aren't born , they are earned through that very first genuine emotion in our lives ; that very first reaction we make becomes the foundation of our very being and that of our soul and that is what defines who we are before any character growth ... The fact that Geonas lost his soul to his constant state of depression and loss explains the being and distinction between angels , demons and the the other life forms . Life can exist without a soul but a soul can not exist without a life behind it because it's a stash of genuine emotions glued together by our likes and dislikes and in losing Geonas Stanlin , Gostoique found himself .
The pain of seeing his father wilt away day by day in silent hurt created a sense to his life , watching the last bit of his childhood wilt away didn't toughen his heart but rather gave him the genuine feeling of what loss was like something that the other demons shall never have and in him that created a spark ; Gostoique has a soul and is susceptible to emotion , accused of murdering his family seems less to the mayor of this rumour but they don't realize that Gostoique can actually now get hurt emotionaly ; watching Rafael in that state reminded him of his father and thus brought back trauma he had hidden in his arrogance.
Gostoique loved Rafael ever since he first laid eyes on her , in her he sees an image of himself ; another version of him watching his whole world turn to chaos and bloodshed . He took Rafael in and protected her from selling her soul , he put his girlfriend in charge of Rafael's care and this was sign enough that Gostoique had a soul , way more than any power any demon would dream of having . What made Gostoique so strong was not the number of souls he owned but having his own soul .
Janjare saw the tear and wiped it off Gostoique's face ; " Let's go get you a birth big guy " she said to him with warmth in her voice , he too, a very long hot bath and when he was in there unlike usually , he just sat in the water and cried , his tears made the wather shimmer and from it was born a cyclops ; like angelic tears his too could create new life forms , he clothed her with a swipe of his hand and put her on the ground as she sat there looking at him silent : " Oh my dear three apple daughter , if only you'd know how to deal with a situation like this ; even with power as much as this i still am as worthless when it comes to saving those that i care about ... " he said to the cyclops that sat and listened to him carefully ; he begged the cyclops for an analysis of his situation but she rather kept quiet and when he realised that she can' talk before she comes of age he stood up from the shower and walked into his changing room , he sat down and ate all day till the sugar hit his brain , Janjare found him in that state and helped cleanup . She hugged Gostoique and in him feeling her skin touch his and her heart beat gracefuly he found peace and calm , both slept on the couch so romantic and cute .
That night as they slept , a brown fog came and tapped on their shoulders thus waking them up , it was a scent from a new deal ; they got up and followed it to the cauldron in the kitchen and from the mist above the cauldron formed a blue spirit and on it was marked it's body count both intimately and coldbloodedly and it's aura was rich and fiesty qualities of a good soul , it was that of a monarchy in need of assistance.
"Oh dear devil , i beg you for your intervention ; my name is Kafisa the first and i risk losing my throne and my life , i have children an i fear that they won't spare their lives when they come for me , please grant me power to secure my throne and become the strongest human known and in exchange i will give you my soul for long as my descendants rule my throne " said the spirit in need of help
Janjare thought about it and to her it seemed fair and so their pronounced the words " Marché conclu " and the blue mist was blown by a strong wind to both of them and on it's way changed its colour respectively , brown for Gostoique and green for janjare , Gostoique's horns begun to glow and his cloak gained ablue undercoat whereas Janjare blossomed a new flower - Blue hydrangea on her chest .