Three nights passed by, and Waka had not told Louna anything. The prophet often avoided her. He was polite enough to go through pleasantries, but he left her to be for the most part.

"I think he's just giving you space," Kazuki had told Louna.

And she supposed that made sense. After the damage done in the mess hall, everyone was tender around her – as if they were walking on eggshells and waiting for her shell to crack. But none of them were rude to her should they had to interact. It was so different from the treatment she received at home.

It had also been three nights since she had heard any demons attacking outside her new residency. Not that she would consider this place a home, but she did not have a better word. Perhaps shelter? It brought Louna relief to know that she had somewhere safe to lay her head, rather than rely on the ritual the priestesses performed through the nights. Here, up in the sky, she seemed safe.

However, Louna could not rest easy. Any time she laid down safe in her silk bedding, she thought about Milly and Jin. Were they safe? Were the demons still attacking the tribe? Would she be able to go back eventually? These kind of thoughts would eat away at her until she fell asleep.

Louna sat next to the railing on the plateau. Behind her, Kazuki lingered at a distance safe enough to grab her should she jump over. He paced nervously, glancing between her and the headquarters doors. Louna being so close to the edge of the plateau made him uncomfortable. She nearly rolled her eyes, but instead flared her nostrils and released a small sigh.

Kazuki had not been assigned as her bodyguard, but he stayed with her frequently. The attention he paid to her was almost overwhelming, but Louna did her best to treat him kindly rather than immediately be annoyed. Kazuki was very kind himself. He was just making sure she felt at home. None of the other guards interacted with her the way that he did. It did make her somewhat more comfortable knowing that she had a friendly face to turn to should she need someone.

"Petit wolf."

The voice almost made Louna groan. Perhaps she should have been more grateful Waka sought her, but Louna still felt irked from their last conversation.

Prove to me that my father was a demon.

Louna had done her best not to focus on it too much. How would this so-called prophet be able to prove much about a dead man anyway?

Louna was very intimidating to his soldiers. Waka had given them little warning of the type of guest was bringing back with him upon his return. He had only told them that she was a troubled woman. They did not expected the troubled woman to be a very large canine with fur as dark shadows (Waka could not ignore Louna's white underbelly or the white fluff in her bat-like ears that made her appear puppy-esque). So when she bared her long fangs in the mess hall, the fear from his soldiers became almost suffocating. He did not want anyone to fear Louna, he wanted them to help her. That was why he brought her here, after all. They were meant to protect her, not make her feel just as scared as they were. However, he was grateful that Kazuki had not been in the mess hall when Louna's darker side epped out of her.

The challenge of proving the woman to be a demon would be quite difficult. It was not something she was willing to acknowledge. It was a slight against her family's name. Aratani was one of the greatest priestesses to ever be known in her short time. The Oina were a tribe known to keep to themselves, but the powers that the priestess Aratani possessed were highly requested outside of the tribe. Waka did not need to have visions to know about Aratani. He heard about her from the people in the city.

So Waka was not annoyed that Louna did not take well to the information that Aratani had made an agreement with a demon. Anyone would get upset if their family name was insinuated to be tainted by demons. Louna's reaction was natural. She could not see what he saw - the signs of demon heritage outside of his visions. And not just any demon heritage. Yuuma's.

Louna's bloodline what's definitely an interesting case. Waka had discussed this with an acquaintance, who lifed an eyebrow at him curiously. Louna was not the first of her kind. Human and demon offspring were not unheard of, but uncommon, as both races usually attempted to kill each other. However, when they formed a union that created a child, it usually bared mixed results. Some offspring were more human than others. Some stronger than others. Some unstable. Louna was... unique. There were no instances that Waka could find of a priestess uniting with a demon. And not just any priestess or demon. It was Aratani and Yuuma. Powerful beings of their time. Their child - this woman - her lineage was incredible. She had no idea the power she could wield.

Amazing.

Or so the acquaintance thought. Louna would personally disagree should she have had any part of the conversation (and kept a calm state of mine for that matter).

He found Louna's massive form lingering near the railing of the plateau. Kazuki paced nervously, worrying about what to do if Louna attempted to make a getaway. He worried for naught. Louna did not lack the sense to jump, no matter how badly she wanted to leave.

"Petit wolf."

Louna's muscles twitched for just a fraction of a second – her irritation attempted to hide itself. She was still miffed with him from their conversation.

"Waka," Louna replied bitterly. She rose only to turn to face him before sitting back down.

Something told him that she was unaware of her size. She had grown in the last few days after the surge of her power in the mess hall - or she was ignoring it. Louna had already been larger than the average Oina, but she had become much more massive. If he had been wearing his sandals, he would have been eye level with her. But at the moment he stood inches under her muzzle, facing the white fur on her chest. She stared down at him with dark blue eyes that nearly blended into her fur.

"I have someone who would like to meet with you, should you still want me to prove my truth."

There was no way to make it sound gentle. A purple gleam entered Louna's eye, curling around her pupil. It was an easy tell of her anger.

Louna inhaled through her teeth. "Ok," she said, poison coating her tone. "I'll cooperate."

The heat coming off the woman was intense. Waka could endure it, but Kazuki had long sensed it and hurried towards the palace doors. Waka resisted side glancing and the urge to pull out his little fan to cool himself – something he was sure would make Louna snatch and toss him over the railing. Instead, he smiled brightly at Louna.

"Follow moi."

Waka's acquaintance was well known through Sei-an City. Anju had made quite a reputation among priestesses since she practiced both light and dark arts. While some would whisper that Anju was seeking power, Anju would always answer that she sought knowledge – and nothing was wrong about knowing the teachings of both. It was how they were used that would determine one's character.

When Waka and Louna entered the empty room the priestess waited in, Louna nearly turned around to leave. Her eyes examined the woman in once glance before she decided that the priestess wasn't worth her time.

"Sit."

Louna's bottom planted firmly on the ground. She hated spells sometimes.

Waka, on the other hand, grinned in amusement. "Louna," he spoke as if she hadn't been trying to leave. "This is Anju and her shikigami. Don't be eager to leave just yet."

Anju was a dangerously beautiful woman. She leaned against the bare wall with her sleeves rolled up, one hand holding a pipe, the other wrapped around her waist(accenting a very large bust), and a white sock foot propped against the wall. Her wavy brown tress was pulled back into a high ponytail and fell like a waterfall to her hips. Her sharp chestnut eyes stared Louna down like she was a toy.

"Certainly looks like Yuuma's heir," she commented to no one in particular.

"She smells like a halfing," one of the shikigami commented.

"Are we searching for umbra?" The other shikigami asked. "They are difficult to come by after Taruo's sweep of them."

The shikigami on each of Anju's side appeared to be young girls. Both had the same faces, with brown hair cut in a sharp chin length bob. They wore the clothing of priestess, but their hakama were a different color from the red Anju wore. One was colored in yellow and the other blue. Their eyes were completely dull. A closer glimpse of them made them almost appear as if they could be Anju's younger sisters.

"We are going to summon them," Anju revealed with a smile that made Louna anxious. "And the only thing we need for it is sitting right there."