Questions

"What'd you mean by he killed me in my past life?"

Amar looked at Oz, confused. "Huh..?"

"Earlier, when you said that your master's grandfather killed me in my past life." Oz repeated.

"Oh!" Amar chuckled. "Why are you asking about this now? You're gonna meet him anyways. The plane is about to land too."

"No tell me," Oz said impatiently. "I wanna know."

"It's a long story. And I'm lazy. Ask Azzy." Amar yawned.

"I told you not to call me that" Asmodeus said softly. He was buried into a neck pillow with a lavender scented eye sleep mask covering his face.

"What a diva" Oz thought.

"Az can you tell me?"

"It's nothing that matters too much, you shouldn't worry about it."

"I thought that as my servant you were supposed to answer anything I asked." Oz replied, mildly annoyed.

Asmodeus peeled off the right side of his eye mask to look Oz in the eyes.

"First of all, I am not your servant, I am your right hand man. Second of all, I am only going to treat you as a god when you have obtained the power of the gods. I am still stronger than you. If I say something, I say so in your best interest. You can try to resist, but I can always use force to put you back in your place. You still have much to learn so I suggest remembering that every so often."

He put his mask back down, leaving Oz stunned. Amar chuckled.

Asmodeus leaned back into his seat and added, "And wasn't it you who asked me to drop all the formalities? I was just trying to honor your request."

Oz sat down, pouting for the remainder of the flight.

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When they got off the plane, Oz was still in a sour mood. He walked ahead of Asmodeus and Amar, jerking his rolling suitcase behind him.

"What was that earlier?" Amar asked. "Couldn't you have just told the kid the truth?"

"That 'kid' is not only older than you, but also more powerful. Please show some respect."

Asmodeus picked up his pace to catch up with Oz.

"What is with those two?" grumbled Amar. "Fuckin' dimwits."

He ran to catch up.

Asmodeus was thinking. He was anxious and worried. Should he have told Oz the truth about his last death?

"I cannot tell master the truth about that night. How would I tell him? He has not reached his full potential yet but he is already so dangerous. This alone might be enough to speed up his growth and make him too dangerous. I cannot control master at his most powerful, I cannot even fathom doing so."

Asmodeus shook his head.

"No, there are all just excuses. I made a horrible mistake and I choose not to tell master because I don't want to lose his trust. I don't want to lose him as a friend."

"What are you still sulking about, pretty?" Oz whispered to Asmodeus, as if reading his mind. "I'm not upset about earlier anymore. Let's kiss and make up, ok?"

With a big smile, Oz wrapped his arm around Asmodeus's shoulder. "Catch up, Amar!" He yelled behind them where Amar was struggling with his many bags. "We're off to see your master, shouldn't you be the one leading?"

Asmodeus smiled softly. He couldn't tell Oz the truth. At least not for now.