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So here's the finished product! I was in a very creative mood tonight, so I even threw in a short bit of fanfic (kind of my first real attempt at a fanfic, so hopefully it doesn't suck). Anyways, hope you enjoy

He walked to the piano, and sat down at the bench, placing his fingers upon the cold ivory keys. He blinked, and in an instant, there it was.
“Hello again, old friend,” it said with a wretched smile.
“I thought you’d left me,” said Soul discontentedly.
“Oh Soul, such a silly boy. I could never leave you. When everyone else abandoned you, I was there by your side. When you had no audience, I always listened with open ears. You know there is nothing I love more than your music, Soul. Now won’t you play a song for your dear old companion?”
Although his intent may not have been benevolent, he had not lied; there was nothing in this world, or any others, like Soul’s music. He had worked with many a musician, but there was something peculiar about this boy. The boy, as the name implied, had /soul/, a kind of raw talent that came not from the brain, but the heart, the very inner workings of the soul itself. Every chord, every note, every beat, was a direct outpouring of his psyche; effortless, possessing a deep and dark beauty that went unmatched. It brought the little demon back to his days with Robert Johnson... Oh, what a wonderful soul that man had had! Such vigor, such vitality! And the demon had taken it, just like he planned to take Soul’s. Yet there was another entity in this boy had that the demon had not encountered in all his dealings. There was a danger in him, a power that had the potential to grow into a flourishing madness, pure insanity. His mind was a weapon, just like his body. The boy kept reserved, but deep inside there was chaos within him, chaos that was brought to light by the touch of simple ivory keys. The demon knew one thing: he would have Soul. He would play the boy’s mind as if it were a piano, manipulating his desires, amplifying his madness, until he possessed that glorious soul. Just the thought sent the demon into a state of pure euphoria.
“Look you little demon, when I play, it’s not for you. I’ve never needed an audience, and I definitely do not need you. You can listen all you want, but I’m not taking any of your requests.”
Yet another facet to his soul: defiance. The demon would have to deal with that. But for now, the chose to sit back and enjoy the music. Soul played, and the song was like a wild beast, untamed, fearsome, and utterly beautiful. /Marvelous/, thought the demon.
And as the song ended, someone else was there. A girl. Soul turned to her, and at that moment, a connection was made. Something inexplicable yet undeniable, like two separate notes harmonizing into something entirely new. In a single glance, everything had changed, and the future began to unfold.
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” said the demon, “Pity.”

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So here's the finished product! I was in a very creative mood tonight, so I even threw in a short bit of fanfic (kind of my first real attempt at a fanfic, so hopefully it doesn't suck). Anyways, hope you enjoy

He walked to the piano, and sat down at the bench, placing his fingers upon the cold ivory keys. He blinked, and in an instant, there it was.
“Hello again, old friend,” it said with a wretched smile.
“I thought you’d left me,” said Soul discontentedly.
“Oh Soul, such a silly boy. I could never leave you. When everyone else abandoned you, I was there by your side. When you had no audience, I always listened with open ears. You know there is nothing I love more than your music, Soul. Now won’t you play a song for your dear old companion?”
Although his intent may not have been benevolent, he had not lied; there was nothing in this world, or any others, like Soul’s music. He had worked with many a musician, but there was something peculiar about this boy. The boy, as the name implied, had /soul/, a kind of raw talent that came not from the brain, but the heart, the very inner workings of the soul itself. Every chord, every note, every beat, was a direct outpouring of his psyche; effortless, possessing a deep and dark beauty that went unmatched. It brought the little demon back to his days with Robert Johnson... Oh, what a wonderful soul that man had had! Such vigor, such vitality! And the demon had taken it, just like he planned to take Soul’s. Yet there was another entity in this boy had that the demon had not encountered in all his dealings. There was a danger in him, a power that had the potential to grow into a flourishing madness, pure insanity. His mind was a weapon, just like his body. The boy kept reserved, but deep inside there was chaos within him, chaos that was brought to light by the touch of simple ivory keys. The demon knew one thing: he would have Soul. He would play the boy’s mind as if it were a piano, manipulating his desires, amplifying his madness, until he possessed that glorious soul. Just the thought sent the demon into a state of pure euphoria.
“Look you little demon, when I play, it’s not for you. I’ve never needed an audience, and I definitely do not need you. You can listen all you want, but I’m not taking any of your requests.”
Yet another facet to his soul: defiance. The demon would have to deal with that. But for now, the chose to sit back and enjoy the music. Soul played, and the song was like a wild beast, untamed, fearsome, and utterly beautiful. /Marvelous/, thought the demon.
And as the song ended, someone else was there. A girl. Soul turned to her, and at that moment, a connection was made. Something inexplicable yet undeniable, like two separate notes harmonizing into something entirely new. In a single glance, everything had changed, and the future began to unfold.
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” said the demon, “Pity.”