I watch.
Every nuanced step. Every friendly smile. Every hurt look.
I listen.
I listen to every kind word exchanged. I listen to the echo of each footfall and the shallowness of the little human's breaths, as the fights get faster.
This little human, this STUPID little human, has deprived me of my place as the god of this world. Well, once I tear the brat's soul from their body, I will regain my throne.
They should have stayed home. They should have stayed with that stupid goat. Determination can only get you so far, luck can only last so long. Everything runs out eventually. Everything breaks. Everyone breaks. You can't make friends with everybody. This world is kill or be killed, and this kid will learn that, one way or another.
So, I bide my time. I slither between the stone, hiding behind boulders and glancing around corners.
It won't be long soon before the soul is mine. And once I am back in control, this whole world will bow for the unceasing pain it has forced upon me.
Not long. Not long at all.
I can wait.