I'm back~!
Ever since I heard Capriccio Farce, I've been wanting to do this.
I owe nothing, sorry for the crappy job.
Looking at the new gardener follow the spoiled waitress, Kayo-no, Elluka could remember many things.
She remembered the Samurai in Pere Noel, when she and Gumilla had infiltrated the group. He hadn't really done anything, but she recalled being fond of the clumsy man.
Further back, there was the mercenary, Gast Venom, descendent of Venomania during Riliane's reign, who had died defending his employer. Not much about him, other than what Gumilla had informed of her. After all, back then, her body had been stolen.
And then, at the beginning…. There was him. Sateriajis Venomania. The first person to have a fragment of a deadly sin, and the first person who had had a sin, before Elluka took the vessel.
Granted, he did love the other girl (Gumina Glassred, her body had been given to Gumilla to use), but Elluka could still remember his kisses, his touches, and how she had shivered in delight in Lukana Octo's body. Strange such a man could be shunned. Or maybe not so strange, as a noble couldn't very well go around doing that.
In truth, the sorceress had been bewitched, and had delayed acquiring the sword so she could stay with him until the disguised man had stabbed the duke. In a way, it was her fault that the man had died. Because she craved the attention her former fiancé had failed to give her after he went insane.
And now, Venomania's (and, in a twisted way, her) descendent had come searching for the Venom Sword, the very thing that had led to Gammon Octo's birth.
Elluka was surprised to see the surname still used. It had been centuries, or so she had been told. When you lived for eternity, it was hard to keep track of time.
Again, she gazed at the gardener tending the reincarnation of the mirror. She was thankful that the Waiter had stepped in to save him from being eaten, even if it was to make him a servant.
(She wouldn't say it, though. Waitress already had problems with her job. The last thing she needed was something over MA.)
She stood up, and dusted her robes and her black hair. Funny how both she and the stand-in for the Vessel of Lust had black hair. Even stranger how he resembled his God-knows-how-many great-grandfather, but without the lust look staining his countenance.
No, time to go back to the present. She smiled at the pun, and straightened her face.
Elluka was gone, the former blond sorceress possessing a tailor was gone; MA, the lonely magi, was back in possession of a different body. The past was the past, and no girlish daydreams could reverse time.
Still, it was nice to have memories of pleasure, and of youth, even if such things no longer came to her.
Thank you for reading this incredibly short piece of Fanfiction I whipped up in an hour.
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~Ten-Faced~
