Mephisto refused to lose his temper with the man, but oh, did he want to. His voice was strained to stay at a tone and decibel that would not outright pain Ariel. "Do not assume you are the only being here with more pride than forethought, Ariel," He hissed, "I knew nothing about you before the Creator pointed you out. She gave me a choice, either I stay walking among you creatures, or I could take the wager and, for once, I thought She'd give me a fair chance. She didn't." He clawed into the table with his nails, needing to feel something give under his hand.
"And I'm not sorry that you ruined yourself before you ascended. Because at the very least, Ariel, you ascended."
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