To say I was taken aback or at a loss for words would not only sound clichè but also be the biggest understatement of my life.
Don't get me wrong. I, indeed, had no idea how to respond to a proposal like that.
It's not every day that a being of inconceivable power, a master of knowledge so ancient that it dates back to the creation of gods, asks you to be his vessel!
What could I have even said to that?!
Surely not, 'No thanks. It's not you, it's me. I hope you find your perfect vessel, but I think we're better off as friends.'
I stared up at him in silence, my mind running through exactly zero useful responses.
No, because really! What was the correct etiquette here?
Was there some ancient protocol for declining possession by a Demon Prince? A polite bow with a formal apology? Or should I prepare a fruit basket for him?
Sadly, neither my past life nor this one had prepared me for that social scenario.
