It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the prince responded politely, although he turned around and saw nothing, for the prince often looks down when he walks, so he failed to notice.
"I am right here," the monotonous voice said, "under the apple tree, for the oracle and others, the tree of wisdom."
"Who are you?" asked the prince and added you are pretty to look at, your eye's like slits and dark skin."
"I am Fox." fox said. Humbly not telling he was a demon god who solely worships himself.
"Come and join me in the mockery of humanity." Proposed the prince. "Nothing seems to amuse me."
Fox raised his right brow in affirmation.
And they did, scrutinizing everyone else they could set their opinions on.
They had lunches, had the best conversations.
Sometimes they would talk about music, their stand on certain issues, their angst.
The prince found him wise
Unbeknownst, they have established ties, an act too often neglected.
To the prince the fox was no longer no more than a god just like any other gods, he was special.
To the fox, the prince doesn't know where he stands for the fox is hard to read and is insensitive.
But the prince loved him.
He never wanted anyone as such.
Nothing sexual, I can assure you. He loved him for his essence.
The prince loved him secretly and hoped so hard for them to never part, for when the time of departure would draw near, the prince would cry.
His own fault, yes.
Do not think that this has done him any good.
For experience has taught them a lot.
And to the prince, fox's words were wisdom.
Selfishly, he was his. He wishes. (But he gave himself to fox without him having to ask.)
After all, "it is only with the heart that one can rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." (If this applies to the story, I wouldn't know. You make the connection.)
(the prince wishes the fox could see through his eyes that he may be able to see how true the prince's love is.)