The Kitchen, 4:30am Day 19 Defying Gravity

[conrad_the_evil]

It's early early early in the morning. Even the kitchen staff isn't fully awake. But he's found him way down to the kitchen and made himself a cup of tea. The steam from the cup curls up in a wispy ghost and warms his face as much as the cup warms his hands. He made sure that Wolfram was warmly tucked in before he left. The child is sleeping

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[conrad_the_evil]

......... "Do you mean to say," he starts slowly, "That there are no Mazoku where you come from at all?" He couldn't even imagine it. The Mazoku were, are, always have been the most powerful of beings in world. A place where they don't exist...... it doesn't seem possible!

Several spoonfuls of sugar are stirred into one of the tea cups as he ponders it. If there were no Mazoku, well, for one, he wouldn't exist. But how much else would be thrown off? Would his father have even been born? Or was his destiny too enwrapped with the fate of the Mazoku as well? Whatever the case, Alford had mentioned a double the last time he saw him, meaning that the Markina family at least was probably incredibly pure blood human.

[conrad_the_evil]

"My thanks," he manages as he sees Alford bring the food over and holds out the overly sweet cup of tea to the human. "We aren't the stuff of children's stories... we are real. We exist. We live and breathe and die. Just like humans."

[conrad_the_evil]

Making tea has always been something he's been good at. Strange talent indeed. "I'm not angry. I'm just........ surprised that a world can actually be without Mazoku." See, Shinou? You should have just cleaned up your mess. The world would have been better without Mazoku. You didn't have to leave them to spead like a cancer.

"It's mint." Two sporks are found and he puts one next to the other plate. "Aren't you going to sit?"

[conrad_the_evil]

He takes a little bite of the potato pancakes and nods. They are good. Some of the better he's had. But then, he has a threoy that everything tastes better when you don't have to make it yourself. "Good." And the bacon is perfectly cooked too. And it's the good stuff, so he doesn't have to worry about needing to overcook it to make sure it's safe to eat.

"Don't be so sure. Mazoku can be a curse. They are interesting, but they are dangerous. Kind of like a prettily wrapped plague."

[conrad_the_evil]

"I know Mazoku, don't I? I've seen it." And since Alford doesn't have Mazoku.... "I'm half demon. The other half is human. I'm neither, so I see everything."

[conrad_the_evil]

Face? Meet table. Twice. "No, but those that are only one tend to be more baised and think their race is soooo much better than the other. And that is Yuuri-Heika. The Maou, the king. The highest of all the Mazoku."

[conrad_the_evil]

"Uh. The Maou actually IS a half-breed. And that is actually a very long and complicated story. Let me say instead that what I have said applies to MY world. I have not yet decided how much it applies to this one, or what of it does. But I do believe that people are generally the same in what motivates them. I don't think that it's possible for them to be so far apart and still give birth to the same people."

After all, for there to be a Conrad, a Wolfram, a Gwendal in each world, the same people had to marry the same people, had to follow the same family history, had to live and grow and fight and hate. To get to here.

[conrad_the_evil]

A laugh nearly manages to find it's way from his chest. "Yes," he coughs, "I suppose it does." At least that's one thing that he doesn't have to worry about here. He very much doubts that anything like that will happen here... unless, maybe, Conrad don't come back? He shudders and adds another reason to Why Conrad Had Better Come Back in One Piece.

Or he'd kill him himself.

He took another few bites of the potato pancake. "These are very good, Alford."