I'M BAAAAAACK!
First, I want to apologize for the delayed update. The past few days have been very hectic. As a result, instead of a promised 2 to 3 chapters a week, I was only capable of typing down enough for just 1. Hopefully it's long enough for your satisfaction.
Before I go on, I'd like to stress out a few things, as well as give acknowledgements to the very few people who bothered to review this excuse of a fanfiction:
anony-ponny: Thank you so much! Lengthy reviews that actually makes sense makes me so happy. It gives me a reason to write a lengthy reply! Now, to answer some of your concerns: (1) Viessa will not be flushed out, I can assure you. I just don't want the story to automatically talk about her completely. I want to build up a plot wherein either the reader or Sebastian, or both, is in charge of figuring out who Viessa really is. As a hint, the early parts of the story will deal with Viessa's – I quote – "exhausting form of punishment." Her past and whatever her involvement with Sebastian will be revealed in time. The last time I've ever gave a glimpse of her past was on the very short chapter 3, yet it was not Viessa's memory but Sebastian's, and that chapter was more of like a short introduction to his connections with her. But for the moment, as the reader of the story, you will have to follow Kuroshitsuji through the eyes of Viessa, and try to make a guess of her true intentions before learning the truth. That's what makes a story thrilling. (2) The "stud" error has been a major concern to me as well. Do you ever get that feeling of writing/typing a word that you know spells incorrectly yet you have a hard time remembering the right way? I get that a lot. I'd stare at that word for a minute, and my mind is screaming "That ain't right!" I can spell Lieshmaniadonovani in less than 5 seconds than a simple word like "stood," so bare with me. You rarely find a word as simple as that in a Parasitology textbook. Thanks anyway for pointing that out. Lastly, (3) I will TRY not to make Sebastian OOC, cause an OOC Sebastian is not the Sebastian we all love. So far I've been keeping him in character, but as the story gets farther, you might see some slight changes in him, and I warn you It might be a bit depressing. On his relationship with Viessa, I want to keep it slow. As you've noticed last chapter that Sebastian has yet to trust her completely, and though they already kissed it wasn't 'romantic' at all, but a part of Sebby's 'demonic tantrum'. Anyway, that "urge to mate" won't be far off, and we'll probably see a lot more of his tantrums; I did mention at the summary that ratings will go up, no?
EmberRoseMichaelis:Thanks for the review! I'm not much of a fan of yaoi, and I really want Sebby to end up with someone. I have also read some of the few SebXOC fics available, although only a few plots caught my utmost attention, it's too bad some of them are either unfinished or taking too long to update. Anyway, I'll try to keep this story in touch (unlike some of my other fics) and hopefully I can call this my "First Ever Completed Super-Lengthy Chaptered Story."
KuraiNezumichan: I totally agree why Kuroshitsuji has a lot of hot guys but not enough romance. It's a turn off, somehow. Anyways, thanks so much for the review!
Dillydip248: Trust me; it'll become a lot more interesting! Thanks for being my first reviewer!
And those are about it. I hope to get more reviews in the future, as reading them are my fuel for writing.
By the way, the cover photo for "Demons Fall First" is finally done with 3 versions: One with Sebastian, one with Viessa, and then both of them (although the drawings are just the same, all I did was edit the layout). The artwork and coloring and photoshopping was by yours truly (give me this moment to boast that I'm a talented twit). Thus, you will finally have a first hand glimpse at what Viessa really looks like. The finished artwork will be published in my Deviantart account, and I'll post the link in my profile, but probably not now cause of my limited time and the slow internet connection here, so I'll just leave you with the (very small) cover photo the site has to offer. In due time, I'll be also posting sketches of some parts of the story as well as pictures of Viessa and Sebastian. So keep watch.
Also in this chapter, I'll be introducing two more OCs. Their drawn and edited pictures will be posted at my DA account as well. They are copyrighted as mine, along with Viessa and all the other crap-shit I made up in this story. And lastly, spoilers for episode 24, season 1 is in this chappy everyone!
I think it's about time I shut up and let you read the story already. So enjoy!
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"How boring."
Viessa flashed her head up, causing the hood of her lilac cloak to fall to her shoulders. The loose ends of her blonde curls swayed with the cool winter breeze. She blinked several times, the process wiping away the snowflakes that landed on her long lashes, and stared at his companion's back, whose head was hidden by the fur-lined hood of his trench coat.
"It is," her breath released a puff of fog as she spoke, "that demon is taking quite a while to finish." She smiled, looking down from their spot at the edge of a snow-covered cliff, to two dark figures at the icy planes below. It was quite a sight to behold: the snow was dyed crimson, and pieces of what used to belong to a human body was scattered about. One of the dark figures, that of a brown-haired young man, was kneeling on the center of the chaos, his eyes were close as a pale hand with black-tinted nails lifted his chin. The other figure was tall, had golden hair stained slightly with blood, and wore a black suit and coat – also splattered with blood. He was crouch towards the brunette, their face inches apart. Both their mouths where wide open, and in the small amount of space between them was a faint twirling ray of silver which came from within the kneeling man and slowly entering through the other man's throat.
It was the sight of a demon feeding on his resent prey after killing off his prey's enemy. The sight remained that way for the past twenty minutes and still it continued on without any sighs of ending soon. Who wouldn't get bored?
"Honestly, I never took more than five minutes back in the days." Said another feminine voice, to which have a faint Irish accent, and Viessa turned towards the other female sitting on a snow-covered boulder with a small smile. She could barely see the rest of her auburn strands through the lace-rimmed hood of her velvet-green cloak as she pulled the tip of the fabric to shield her forehead from the falling snow.
The taller man withdrew his gloved hands from the side pockets of his black coat and crossed his arms before letting out an audible 'hmmp' and shifted his weight to his left leg. "That's not what I mean," he began, "What's boring is the whole contract itself. No action, no drama, nor even tragedy, just plain commands and tasteless violence. Yet this idiot of a demon decides to savor a soul that probably tastes like nothing, if you ask me."
"Different demons have different taste," said the other female, "Not all of them would dine with a meal spiced up with something out of a Shakespeare's play like you…or what you used to be." Viessa gave a small giggle, and then eyed the male in front of her, who shrugged his shoulders causing the snow that rested upon it to dust off. The tall one turned his head to look at her through his left shoulder and Viessa could see one orange-colored eye glancing at her.
"Viessa, how is your hand?" he said, and Viessa followed the point of view his eye directed to, which was her left hand. It was wrapped in thick white bandages.
She twitched her fingers inwards and smiled proudly at the fact that she can finally move them again, "It's getting better."
"Good," was the orange-eyed man's reply, "That means it's almost time for you to begin your job."
Viessa arched an eyebrow in sudden confusion, "I have a job?"
He nodded, turning back to look at the figures below, "It's part of the deal between us and down below."
Touching her bandaged hand, Viessa furrowed her pale blond brows in contemplation, and then stared down at the bottom of the cliff. The trail of silver from the human's mouth finally ended, and the brown-haired man fell to the ground, cold and lifeless. The golden haired demon stood up straight, smirked and licked his lips.
"At long last!" She heard her companion with the green cloak breath out, and as she stood from sitting at the boulder she stretched her arms in the air as if it had turned stiff from waiting. Viessa then shifted her gaze back at the tall male, who had retrieved a black card from his coat's inner pocket. The card had a simple picture of a black and gold moth, and it suddenly burst into flames as he flicked it off his hand.
"Lucilla, It's time you return to your assignment," The male said with a tone of authority as he turned his head to where the other female stood, "Stop procrastinating."
The one in the velvet-green cloak, Lucilla, shrugged accompanied with a sigh, "Fine, fine," then she turned to Viessa with a playful grin on her lips and her deep green eyes beaming cheerfully, "You best get well soon dear. Seriously, so I wouldn't have to be the only one Gabriel here has to order around."
Viessa smiled, and the male, named Gabriel, rolled his orange-colored eyes. "Just go already," she heard him say. And Lucilla waved a gloved hand nonchalantly before walking through the shadowed trees behind them, and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Viessa turned her attention back down below the cliff, where she could see the golden haired demon walking away from where his now dead master lay dead.
"Let's go Viessa, I'm done here." she heard him say. He was already way behind her, going towards the direction where Lucilla vanished into. The pale-blond fallen demoness turned to him, still quite confuse on the real reason why they were here in the first place.
"Gabriel," she called, and he halted, turning around to face her. His fur-lined hood had fallen to his shoulders, revealing short and messy maroon-colored locks.
"What is it?"
Viessa unconsciously touched her bandaged hand and seemed to think about the words she was to say. Just then, she heard a slithering sound coming from the shadows of the trees, which were gray and leaf-less due to the winter season. Gabriel had noticed as well and became impatient after hearing the soft noise.
"Well?"
"Err…just what is it that I have do in this 'job'?"
Gabriel gave her a soft smile, then turned and made his way to the shadows, following the snake-like sound. And as a strong cold wind passed by, Viessa heard him mouth a single word:
"Watch."
So she watched. In the same way Lucilla and Gabriel would every time they invited her to their 'assignments', until her wound scarred horrendously, and she was left on her own. She continued watching and watching despite how boring it became. Lucilla had once coined this spying activity as an "exhausting form of punishment", of which Viessa now also uses to describe as well.
Walking through a shadowed forest in mid-summer 1888, almost a hundred and fifty years since that conversation with her two fallen companions at that snow-covered cliff-side, Viessa heard a slithering sound to her left. She turned towards the noise, and a black snake with silver eyes emerged from the bushes. It raised the anterior part of its long, sleek body, and its forked tongue flashed several times accompanied with the typical snake hiss.
Viessa gave the reptile a small smile. She pressed her right hand to her chest and bowed slightly, and the snake gave one long hiss before it slithered to the ground towards the opposite direction. Viessa followed it until it reached a hollow log, where it slinked inside a gaping hole in the bark.
The blond fallen demon bends down in front of the wood and, without any fear of being bitten, reached her hand into the hole where the snake came through. Her fingers moved about to find anything she could grasp until she touched something thin and soft. Picking it up, she pulls her hand away from the hole at the same time the black-scaled snake popped its head out and slinks away through the darkness.
Viessa stared at the clean white enveloped for awhile. Nothing was written on it except for small symbol at the center – her tetragramaton with an 'X' marked across it – and she understood immediately that the envelope was addressed to her.
Ripping one side of the envelope, she pulled out a black card, as she flipped it over her hand a picture of a crow with red eyes came into view. She furrowed her eyes then tips the envelope, shaking out what else there was inside. A black feather falls into her hand.
She raised the feather, which clearly belongs to a crow, to her nose and sniffed it. The smell was strangely familiar.
As she made her way out of the forest and into an open space, Viessa looked up the blue sky and exhaled all the air she could possibly let out from her lung. She closed her eyes and then inhaled all the scent that her demonic sense of smell could catch; skipping the fruity fragrance of different kinds of flowers, the dirty particles of smoke and pollution, the ever faint colognes some of the humans put on or the unique odor they release, the smell of running fresh water, rain, or early morning dew drops, the delicious smell from all the delicacies being cooked…she skipped them all until she finds that one unique scent of musky spice that matches the feather. And as she finally catches it, the memory of a black haired demon with red tantalizing eye came to.
She smiled, "Well, well, well."
That was two months ago. Now Viessa stood atop a building, its wall scorched black but managed to stay erect despite the intensity of the fire that burned England.
From the distance to her left she sensed an army of reapers doing what they could in this difficult situation.
From the distance to her right she could hear the panic voices of all the surviving humans piling up in an open space not infected by the flames.
In the distance in front of her, she could see an angel bathing in a cloud of human sacrifices undergoing a heated battle with the crow demon she was given the job to watch.
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Sebastian eyed the angel hidden within the black, wailing fog that held on to him tightly. The male voice becoming feminine as the cloud of uncleanliness shrouded the white being like a blanket. "It feels wonderful," Sebastian heard, the voice belonging to Angela instead of Ash, "The comfortable sensation of warm slime, surpassing the most excellent fur."
"An angel clad in uncleanliness?" he said mostly to himself, his eyes narrowing and his tone with a hint of disgust, "A fallen one."
Viessa suddenly came into Sebastian's train of thought, and he finally concluded that, compared to fallen demons, fallen angels are much more grotesque. Despite popular belief, not all demons are fallen angels. The only evil beings who used to be angels were the few of the old and legendary ones, Lucifer being one example. Sebastian and every other demon that performs contracts merely descended from them, as offspring's of generations of demons strong or weak. The three Fallen Demons are of no exception, as they themselves came from that same demonic line - only the act of forfeiting a covenant by their choice led to their new fate, but despite that they are still demons. A pure being enveloping itself in filth is more abysmal compared to a tainted being enjoying the perks of free will.
"The joy of the impure is unbearably disagreeable to me," came Ash's baritone voice, "And still…"
Sebastian dodged several blade-like white feathers targeting him. He gave an inward sigh of relief as he was quick enough despite the ever strong grasps of the black souls of human sacrifices holding him up.
The angel smiled mischievously, the male voice now becoming female again, "…the despair of the impure gives me power."
From the far off distance, Viessa frowned at the sight hovering above the "Sacred Bridge". The black fog of souls crying in despair forming a large symbol that she recalled, finding it several times in old occult manuscripts, to be a covenant mark angels use to purge unlucky souls.
She turns her gaze at the left, and her binocular vision spots the reapers still in a heated discussion about the situation. One reaper, a red head with a red coat was having a conversation with a silver haired one who wore black robes instead of the usual black suit the Shinigamis call their uniform.
"Those fools are slacking on their jobs," she mumbles to herself, now shifting her gaze down below the building she stood, where a trail of black smoke emerged from within a man who just died after rolling his burning body in an attempt to stop the flames. The black fog trailed up, obscuring her view of the bridge.
Suddenly, that black smoke lounge forward at her so fast, she almost got pushed out of the building had she not stepped back. Landing on her heels, Viessa prepared to evade another attack from the tainted human soul when she felt a heavy weight on her right ankle. Looking down, a wailing black smoke taking the obscure form of human hands gripped her boot.
"Damn it!" she cried out, trying to pull her foot out of the black smoke's hold. The other black trail had taken the opportunity to attack, smacking Viessa at the face before coiling tightly around her neck and body like a python. She grits her teeth as every move she made earned her a strong squeeze.
Struggling a little, she managed to free her right arm. She swifts her arm down, and from a hidden pocket within her sleeve came a thin dagger, its blade was oddly black and its handle was silver in color with intricate carvings, at the head of the handle was a round purple stone of which her tetragramaton was carved into. It landed on her palm and she grips it. With speed found only in a demon she slices the constricting trail of black into pieces.
Now free, she leaps back as several more black smoke stormed towards her. With eyes glowing red and pupils turning to cat-like slits, she evades every attack and slices the coiling trails. A larger smoke trail whips her from behind and she dodges it by bending down and then rising up only to run the dagger's black blade through it. Another one hurls its way to her legs, and she parries it by leaping and landing at another side. Viessa held the dagger to her face in an attacking stance, and the wailing fog circled her.
"You're blocking my view," She said throughout the cries of anguish coming from the black cloud, which had circled around her enough to completely envelop her in blackness.
The cloud stopped circling, and stayed still for awhile. Viessa gripped the handle of the dagger, waiting. In a blink of an eye, the black cloud burst into pointed trails that launches towards her. Crossing her feet, she force her body to pirouette with her blade in a fast pace, slicing the attacking black smoke till they vanished to thin air.
After stopping her spinning with her heels, she watched as the black smoke retreat back towards the mass of black clouds hovering above the Sacred Bridge. "I still got it," She said with a cocky smile as she spun the blade in her fingers before shoving it back at the hidden pocket under her sleeve.
"Now, where was – "
A blinding ray of white light suddenly flashed from above the bridge, and Viessa magnified her eyesight to try and see through the brightness. "What on earth?"
Her sight was yet again obscured by the immense brightness, the only thing she was able to catch was the shimmering light reflecting on a blade and a dark, flying object, probably wood from the bridge's building frame. Soon her eyes became use to the brightness and upon further inspection, the dark object was not a piece of wood, but an arm – a severed arm.
"Oh no…" Viessa's eyes widened and her mouth gaped. The familiar black sleeve and white glove could have only belonged to one person. The worse realization of all was the fact that the arm was the left.
Viessa stormed towards the edge of the building, careful not to make a false step, and magnifies her eyesight again as the brilliant white light faded. Her dread was confirmed as she sees Sebastian clutching on a bleeding left shoulder.
"SEBASTIAN, YOU BLOODY FOOL!" She cried out at him, not caring whether he could hear her or not, though her second statement was said in a lower volume, almost like a mumble, audible to her ears only, "I hope you realize what you just lost."
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"SEBASTIAN, YOU BLOODY FOOL!"
Her voice reverberated in his ears, causing him to give a soft smirk despite the pain on his left side. He knew that she was nearby, but never thought that she would try to call him, or insult him for that matter.
He gave the small amount of time while the angel ranted to focus his demonic energy through his injury in order for it to commence healing, although he was having difficulty concentrating his ability to regenerate and planning his next attack; that, or his ability to heal quickly was dwindling because he haven't eaten for almost two centuries.
"You are a demon, this pain is auspicious," he heard the angel using a female voice, which then mingles with the male voice as Angela's face reverted back into Ash's, "It is the greatest of pleasures – a climax that can only be savored by experiencing one's body being ripped apart."
"I see," Sebastian's smirk widens, a horrid plan now growing in his mind at the angel's words before he jumps back to evade an attack of the fallen being's sword.
Back at the burning streets, Viessa ran through piles of dead bodies with her dagger in hand, slicing the rising trail of black smoke on her way whether they attack her or not. Running through an alley way, she emerges at the other side to find three reapers doing the same thing as her with their death scythes. One of them paused after noticing her, and upon realization of her kind he took an attacking stance, his scythe pointed to her.
"Demon!" His call made the other two reapers turn their head with weapons ready. Viessa smiled at the three pairs of yellow-green eyes behind glasses, only looking away to slice the black trail that was following her.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood to play with any of you," she said, still smiling even as two new black trails began to attack her (she realized that it only seemed to be attacking her and not anyone else, probably by the angel's command to rid the country of filth), she swings her blade once and the two trails vanished just as four more cross her whip-like, "As you can see, I'm quite busy getting rid of these pesky remains of a soul," she ran her blade diagonally across an attacking black trail, "Not to mention I have my own job to attend to." She leaps up the air, slicing several more wailing fogs, and landing in between the reapers, who were watching with complete awe at how fast she was. The attacks on her had dead down, leaving only the slowly rising smoke that came from the pile of corpses scattered about.
Viessa gave them a sweet smile, "Please, don't let someone like me hinder what you were previously doing. Do continue on with your jobs as I will continue my own, as it would really benefit a friend of mine if you'd do it as quickly as possible. Now, carry on." She waved at them with her dagger before running off, slicing several rising trails before leaping up a building and leaving the three reapers perplex.
Landing on top of the building, she looks up at the sky, smiling as the black cloud was slowly fading above the bridge. She leaps to several more buildings, slicing some more black trails as she went. She halts suddenly upon spotting something large and white. Leaping down, she approaches the now lifeless body of the demon dog, and not so far off was three unconscious humans she identified as the Phantomhive employees.
She gave them a smile, "You three are quite the strong bunch. Well done."
A high pitched whistle suddenly reverberated in her ear, and she looked up, finding the source of the sound. From her peripheral view she saw the collar around the dead demon dog glow.
Looking up to the direction of the bridge, Viessa spiked up her vision once again, to see a smirk on Sebastian's lips. As Viessa leaped up to the roof of another building, she saw white wings spread out and it slowly lifted the angel off his feet. What put her on edge again was when the angel shoots down blade-like feathers towards the direction of Sebastian and his master, of which Sebastian took most of the hit.
The bridge's wooden skeletal structure smashed into several pieces at the impact of the angel's attack, and Viessa temporarily shuts off her binocular vision to leap to another building that was situated closer to the bridge. Once finding a suitable spot, she focuses once again up the bridge after sensing Sebastian's demonic aura spike to its maximum level.
Black feathers, similar to the one hidden in her pocket, surrounded Sebastian as his pale skin became gray and sickly and his eyes glowed the brightest intensity of magenta, which proved his standing as an upper-ranking demon. The stumping of his leather shoes, which Viessa always recall him shining it every night back at the manor, slowly changed into the clicking of pointed heels against metal.
Viessa looked up, her eyes widening and her mouth gaping with awe. She never saw him in his true form before.
A scream of fear and pain echoed in her ears, followed by an explosive sound that broke the lateral side of the bridge. Viessa saw the young earl dangling off the edge of the bended part of the bridge.
"Young Master," Viessa's long-range hearing heard Sebastian's voice, "can you survive until I count down from ten?"
"Yes!" Viessa heard the boy say, despite his fingers slowly sliding from where he grasps.
"Well then, here I go."
Viessa raised her head back to where Sebastian stud, smiling at the sight of blood and torture which she still secretly adored. "Ten…" she whispered.
"Nine…"A rip of the flesh,
"Eight…"A twist of an arm,
"Seven…"A claw to the neck,
"Six…"A snap of a wing,
"Five…"A hand through the chest,
"Four…"A grip of the heart,
"Three…"A squeeze of the hand,
"Two…"A shower of blood, and black and white feathers,
"One," A blinding light.
Viessa shielded her eyes at the burst of white. For awhile she had her eyes close, and only opened them after she felt Sebastian's demonic aura calm down to a normal level. But instead of a pleasant scene of Sebastian finally feasting, as what she had imagined, his young master was falling. A blue light radiated from his chest as his cinematic record coiled out, and as quickly as it appeared so did it vanished as the small boy's body finally touched the water.
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The sun rose over Great Britain.
The fires have ceased, and the chaos has calmed. The surviving men, women, and child gathered about, helping each other give out clothes, water and food.
A cheerful Indian teen wrapped two steaming breads in a paper bag, the turned to face the line that had formed in front of him. He bends down and handed the food to a young boy, "There! It's two pieces per peron."
The young boy eyed the pastry, "What are these?"
A taller man, also Indian, paused in the middle of preparing another bag of the food, "Curry bread. With this, not only can you move around while eating, your heart will also be soothed," He said with a smile.
"Please eat a lot. It Brings smiles back," continued the younger Indian, who emphasized his statement with a bright smile of his own.
The boy beamed a smile himself, "Okay, thank you!" before running off to where his family sat.
Prince Soma waved at the young boy. Then he turned back, took the wrapped curry bread Agni had prepared earlier and turned his attention back to the line, "Alright, who's next?"
"That would be me."
Soma opened his eyes, which widened at the sight before him: a beautiful young lady with pale-blond hair arrange in large curls. She had purple eyes that seem to shimmer at the sun. She wore a small smile on her lips.
"Uhhh…ummm…" Soma blushed.
The woman giggled at his gaping face. She reached her hands and took the paper bag from the love struck prince's hands, their fingers touching ever so slightly causing Soma's face to turn a brighter shade of red.
She nodded at him. "Thank you," and with one last smile at him and at the taller Indian, she turned away.
Viessa passed through the crowd of people and at least reached the edge of the pier of the river Themes. She takes a bite of the still warm bread, the gush of curry within it filling her mouth, and she blushed at the flavorful taste of sweet and spicy. Though she could quite tell that the way it was cooked was not the same as that made by Sebastian himself. Oh how she missed his cooking.
Speaking of the devil, no pun intended, Viessa looked over the river, her binocular vision working its charms, to still catch the sight of Sebastian's tall form at the foot of the boat. She will have to catch up with them sooner or later, but all the excitement from last night made her extremely hungry.
She stuck the curry bread in her mouth in almost an unlady-like fashion as she walked, following the direction of the stream of the river, to look for a boat she could use to follow up with Sebastian. Spotting one floating below a bridge, Viessa approached the nearest staircase, only to suddenly halt upon sensing a familiar aura behind her.
Still with the bread between her lips, she turned, the fabric of her skirt swaying along. Her eyes widened with surprise as she took in the sight of a pretty young woman with straight, shoulder-length auburn hair with her bangs parted enough to expose her blemished-free face. Her dress was a lighter shade of green compared to her eyes, which glistened like emeralds. That woman smiled cheekily at her.
Viessa took the bread out of her mouth, swallowed the piece, and called to her, "Lucy?"
Lucilla nodded, and crossed her arms over her supple breast, "Slacking on the job for food again, aye?" she said with her slight Irish accent.
Viessa pouted, pointing an accusing finger at the other fallen demoness, "Hey, I had a rough day. Besides, I'm almost done. I was just about to catch up," she took a bite at her curry bread one last time, and swallowing before she continued, "And don't point at me for delaying around, aren't you currently assigned to that spider demon nearby as well? You best to come up with a good excuse once Gabriel finds out you left your own post."
"Oh well, I'll give you that," the brunette smiled sheepishly, and then her face became serious. Viessa noticed, and she raised a blond brow, her body becoming tense all of the sudden
Lucilla's green eyes seem to darken as she spoke, "Viessa, there is something you need to know."
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Just what are the true intentions of the Fallen Demons, other that merely 'watching'? Make a guess! I wanna know what you readers can come up with using your limited imagination.
Anyway, that's about it for the week. Next week's going to get more chaotic but I'll try to manage to find time to continue writing. In the mean time, why don't you write me a review.
Pleasant something people!
-SafireLupe, 9/9/12