Prompt: multiple drabbles of Dio's Pov on getting rood/the demon king back. This is part one of an undetermined number.
The blond boy was not the same exactly. The appearance was similar. In a few years, Rood Chrishi could be his master's doppleganger. But he was not the same.
For one, Dio's master had been the melancholic type - regal, poised, removed from the others. Rood Chrishi was an open book. Emotions flitted across his face as easily as breathing. Trepidation. Impatience. And most of all annoyance.
Dio had heard some talk of him before. Many of the students had been discussing the sickly genius who had been unable to begin classed with the rest of the Idun. He didn't care for it all that much. It was a lot of work staying at the bottom of the class. There were students constantly vying to take his place through sheer ineptitude.
Professor Heil pointed to a seat in front of Dio, one that had recently been emptied by an Idun who had given up on becoming a magician. The new student ambled over, taking in his surroundings.
Rood Chrishi's expression changed when eyes travelled past Dio, something which was part confusion and part pity. Dio sensed who he was staring at without having to turn around.
The Artian child, colloquially known as "the monster." Dio had no responsibility to feel guilty about the Artian boy's treatment. He tried to keep a low profile, so he didn't involve himself in the mess. However, Dio admitted that he held some prejudice against him. There was something about him, not anything to do with his personality, but with an aura he emitted. It was unnatural, demonic, and somehow Dio confessed, all too familiar. It confused Dio, and therefore he hated it. As a dragon, it wasn't in his nature to be confused.
Dio returned his attention to the boy in front of him.
Rood Chrishi turned to him. The moment their eyes connected Dio felt something stir, like a being at the receiving of a miracle. For all his humanity, Rood's eyes were a steely blue that could make Hell freeze over.
They weren't the same, no, his master and this boy. But since Dio's imminent future was at the moment rather dull, he figured it would be harmless to befriend him. A way to pass the time.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Talented," he greeted. Predictably, the boy stared at him dumbfounded.
Inwardly, Dio snickered.