@Regalsnake02

Thank you!

Running for his life, Illinois had a smirk on his face as he narrowly avoided a pitfall with a graceful leap. His satchel, which contained the winged idol he and those pursuing him were after, swung precariously at his side. Yet he didn’t worry, as to him everything was going according to plan. With each rushed step he was getting closer to a cavern full of tunnels, where he knew he could lose them. His camp was down the second to last tunnel, in a crack in the side that was wide enough to be comfortable once squeezed through. It was there that he collapsed after scraping his way in, a loud sigh escaping him as he lifted his hat and wiped some sweat from his forehead. Ditching those guys had been harder then he expected, but his smirk became a smile as he felt his fast heartbeat, still living for the adrenaline pulsing through him. He almost didn’t even want to bring out the idol now, just pack the rest of his stuff up in order to book it out while the excitement was still fresh. Curiosity won out like it always did with him, just as he was winding up his beloved whip that had yet to leave his hand. With a glance at the crack to make sure no one was there, waiting, and a brief listen of the sounds around him, Illinois instead set his whip just beside him. With a small shrug and twist he moved his satchel into his lap, and scooted to lean back on the wall. Banged up and bruised, he looked a mess with small tears in his tan button-up shirt around the two belts, brown pants having a large piece missing over his left knee. Black hair a mess where the small strands under hat stuck out, and stubble pretty unkempt on his face, almost along enough to start being considered a beard. His dark brown eyes were wide as he opened up the flap of his satchel, however, an awe in them as he whispered to himself. (edited)

“Woah… this is amazing.” In his hands, once he pulled the it free from his satchel, was the white and grey winged idol. It had a male figure of some sort, presumably the entity that it was meant to summon, and he couldn’t help running his calloused fingers over it to feel how smooth it was. Turning it all around, he inspected each detail with a keen eye, muttering to himself all the while. It was when he got to the bottom, just beneath the pedestal that was the idols foundation, that he saw what was roughly a name.

“Lanaan?”

@Ravonnen

"Lavvan, it's Lavvan. Close enough." Before him stands a tall slim figure clearly not of this world. His face says malice but those eyes,  they spoke of melancholy beyond reason. Beyond human endurance even. "You wanted to conjure a demon, huh?  Well here I am. I'd wager that I'm a little more than you intended." The incubus glances at the crack himself seeing the mortal's eyes dart to it reflexively. Coming to stand in front of Illinois he looks down at him,  figuratively and literally. "That little heart is just pounding away and not even because of me. Disappointing. Still, I am bored." The tall incubus reaches down and takes the idol from grasping fingers and looks at it almost paternally. "Good work, old friend." Kneeling down and facing the human Lavvan smiles a feral smile showing sharp,  pointed teeth. "So, what's your story?"

@Regalsnake02

If Illinois wasn’t so used to the unexpected happening, and hadn’t trained himself out of it long ago, he’d of flinched at the sudden appearance of the demon before him. Instead, he raised his head and an eyebrow, eyes flicking to the only exit out to make sure it was still open before he fully took in the sight of the figure. The idol held no lies when it came to Lavvan, he noted, and if he wasn’t demisexual he’d probably appreciate that a whole lot more then he did right now. Right now, he was curious as he watched the incubus approach him closer, not that he knew that was what he was. In truth, the reports of this place was for a demon of wrath, but if he had to guess Lavvan looked more… a being of pride? In his musing he let the idol be taken, just to tuck the information that the idol apparently could hear away for later. He’d be getting that back, demon or no. “My story~? Why?” Shifting to bring one leg beneath him and the other one up to ‘lazily’ hug, Illinois was in perfect position to run if this took a turn south. “Not that I don’t love talking, Pal, but you just showed up~ And, you took my treasure.” Gesturing with a small wave to the idol, Illinois could start feeling the aches from the last leg of his journey settling in the longer he sat. Nothing betrayed that, beyond a small twitch of his lips downwards for a brief second before he was smirking once again. “A beautiful treasure, mind you~ Look, I’m not really ready to make any deals yet, so why don’t you just… go back in~?”

@Ravonnen

"Your statue? I made this. Centuries before your dad squirted in your mum." Lavvan walks towards the crack ostensibly lost in thought. "You are so very lucky. My brethren would have fun incinerating your soul or taking it to hell or whatever it is they do. Me, I'm a man of the world. I like the mortals, that's you,  very entertaining. You could be useful to me. Though perhaps not in this......form. No, you will be useful to me or I'll pass you on to those who would devour you." "Do not let my pleasant demeanor fool you.  I'll torment everyone in your life if you FUCK with me. How many suicides could you take?" The demon shimmers and forms into Illinois looking back at himself and dragging his finger across his throat. "The guilt of every single one weighing upon your shoulders because you KNOW that they would be alive if you had only listened to me."

Nose crinkling at the obscene talk that came from seemingly nowhere, Illinois’ eyes narrowed minutely as the crack was stood in front of. That was his only way ticket out, and going off of looks alone he probably could kick off the wall and use his weight to push the demon over. However, the problem was in just that. This was a demon, who knew how much strength Lavvan would have, if he would even budge. The threats almost made him laugh as he listened, but Illinois just kept that raised eyebrow, smirk widening. Always the same, it seemed, going after his ties. Exactly why he had none, and he gave a scoff as he faced ‘himself’. “My form is more then fine, seeing as I’m very handsome~ Why else would you turn into me~?” Knowing he was poking a ‘bear’ with a stick, he moved to stand up, putting one hand on his hip as his other grabbed his whip and let it loosely hang from his fingers. A relaxed enough position, even as he mentally was calculating how he could get his satchel and out of this place, preferably with his prize. “Maybe if you ask nicely, I’d of helped you anyways~ No need to go straight to threatening, Pal, and intimidating~ Nice trick you got there, though~ Adds to the whole vibe of your statue~ What do you want?”

@Ravonnen (sorry it took so long)

(Lmao, who knows XD)