"You tried to kill my children," Makarov says with a gravity that should not exist in a body so small. "Waged war against our allies. Waged war against us."
Mard stares ahead blankly.
"The Council doesn't know what to do with you. Imprisoning you will help no one. No Guild is willing to take you. We're your last resort. So," Makarov levels him with a look that is near imperialistic - Mard would know, after all. "Why should I let you join this family after you came so close to destroying it? How do I know you won't do it again?"
Mard holds out his hand and waits. After a few seconds pass, he drops it and flexes his fingers lightly against the tremors. "I am incapable of doing such a thing. The revival process stripped me of everything. My Curse, my power, my immortality…" Makarov's eyes widen, and the former Underworld King smiles. Bitterly, hopelessly, brokenly smiles. "You are perceptive."
In the corner, Mest loses his mind as Mard slips to his knees and spreads his arms in a mocking bow. Makarov, to his credit, only stiffens under this newfound power and truth.
"So, do with me what you will, Master Makarov Dreyar. If you wish to lock me far, far away from your children, I do not fault you. If you welcome me to your home, I will pledge my loyalty to you and keep my distance from your family. My fate rests in your hands." Mard looks up and for the first time, Makarov sees not a trace of pride on the Demon's face. No, not demon -
"After all, what am I but a human now?"
(free will exists only for the victors and I have lost my crown long ago)
A/N: either I'm super shit at foreshadowing or y'all are English majors out there but yeah for those of you who guessed it...ya boi is human.
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-Eien