One thing I forgot to mention, Sayla still has her tattoos. Pretty sure they're apart of her natural appearance. Kyôka still has chicken feet. Tempesta doesn't have those beady looking things on his hands anymore. Lamy and Sayla's tongues didn't grow back, but everyone understands them just fine and I don't feel like typing words without to guess lol *shrug*
In this world, January is 28 days long. That is all :)
- ML
Chapter Eight: February, Part One
February 1, X792 6:23 a.m.
Lamy.
I'm not mad at them. How could I be? Tempesta came whining and venting and moaning to me everyday leading up to a couple days ago. He felt like a creep and a loser for liking Jackal. I mean, can you blame him? His spotted cheeks are so cute! The fact that he turned into a cat demon is also super cute! Dying literally altered our brains and now he actually cares about things as small as a flower growing in a weird spot on a wall! Isn't that beautiful??
And don't get me started on multiple boyfriends. Even on Earthland I wanted lots of boyfriends, but this is different! I have to put in the work like a proper woman with two (crossed out "hunks") soft, powerful men! Why else would Tempesta trust me with his feelings? My love multiplies like my body used to! But he went and nearly ruined his whole plan by scaring Jackal! Tempesta acts put-together but he's a dummy -_-
Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep that guard from interfering? I knew Tempesta would figure out a way to comfort my kitty, but holy shit. I wanted to punch his lights out for hurting Jackal. Accident or not! (angry chibi white rabbit with eyes colored with red ink) Ugh, I felt like I was going crazy. And yeah, Tempesta kissed me too. Well, I kissed him first. I mostly wanted sex (crying chibi face) But Jackal has to come first, even if he's scared of cuddling me! I'm in Hell!!
Also, I'm obviously not mute. I was just quiet for a little while. Was I THAT talkative on Earthland??
8:14 a.m.
Not sure how to feel about all this. Tempesta and Lamy? Lamy and Tempesta? And ME? Are we allowed to do that? How does it even work???
Tempesta's next to me doing sit ups while I stand on his feet. To keep him balanced. How the hell is everyone so carefree while people die in private?
(crossed out: death is my only release)
I'm on edge, or whatever the humans used to bitch about. I feel like I'm trapped in my own bomb and some demon god is threatening to blow me to bits. I guess I deserve it. I keep thinking about my short, worthless life. I have no idea how many people died or suffered because of me. We're all a bunch of shit stains on a huge pile of shit.
You guys want me to actually talk about my feelings? This is how I feel
I want to climb to the top of this shitty prison and jump into a pit of spikes. I planned to stuff myself full of that disgusting plant until I either choked or poisoned myself. I bite my nails because I'm scared of clawing my skin to death. Worst part is, I heal too fast to fucking kill myself and it's like nobody cares if we live or die. I feel like zombie fucking ZEREF
I spent a month in hell rotting in my own shit and piss. I was starved so bad, I puked after I gorged on food. They fucked me up and idk what's inside me anymore
I'm no (scribbles of unknown hieroglyphs)
I think it wants to come out. Is this a curse? Some corny shit that'll transform my body into a nasty monster? I don't know anything. Maybe Titania Daywalker does
Jerza Fernandel Daywalker Scarlet
When we get out of her, I'm going to let out whatever they did to me and cut her to tiny pieces and EAT THEM
IVE EATEN PEOPLE BEFORE AND SHE DESERVES IT
And who the fuck is naming these people
11:34 a.m.
Sayla woke up to her usual favorite morning ritual. Her lover Kyôka stroked her hair with one hand, and held Sayla's head rested against her chest. Kyôka continued petting her black up at her as the black haired female stirred.
"Good morning, my sweet," she purred, kissing her cheek. Sayla stretched her arms over her head in a stretch, straightening and bending her whole body as she groaned, relaxing.
"Mmm, morning, honey," she murmured. "I would like to get up now."
"Really? No morning sex this time?" Kyôka pouted.
"Minerva needs up more. She is ready for labor any day now," Sayla reminded her.
"She can wait ten minutes..."
"Kyôka." Sayla looked at her sternly. The bird demon made a small bubble in her cheeks, flaring her nostrils in a huff. "Yes, dear."
The couple got up from bed, dressing in their usual bland colored clothes. Sirena felt the long number on her lower right side. Seven-billion four and seven-billion five was how this horrible world classified Sayla and Kyôka.
Five months into our stay, Sayla thought, probably to me. Jackal is a mess even if he doesn't say it aloud. Tempesta doesn't sleep anymore, literally. Lamy's heart (if it were still there) is aged beyond her years; I've never seen a girl so disturbed. Kyôka has nightmares of her limbs trapped and butchered. And Minerva... I love her, she's a sister to me. But what this world has done to her and Jackal is unforgivable. Thats not to mention the loss of our other comrades: Ezel, Torafuzar, Keyes, Franmalth, and Mard Geer-sama. As if he is even a superior anymore...
Kyôka hugged her from behind. For a moment, Sayla could remember the green haired demon's Etherius form, soft and warm to the touch. Sayla then realized she was clenching her fists and gritting her teeth subconsciously. She relaxed her posture, comforted by Kyôka's embrace.
"It's time Angelic told us how to get out of here," Kyôka murmured. "I know she is smarter than she looks. She writes everything down to the things we smell and feel inside."
"But what can she do as one little girl?" Sayla asked.
"Something. If not, she will make sure we are buried together when this is over," Kyôka replied flatly. Sayla could feel the defeat in her voice. She used to be the leader of us Demon Gates. And now she's ready to lay down and die if nothing else helps us.
We are doomed...
Kyôka gently lifted Sayla's chin as she stepped in front of her. Their eyes met sternly.
"I know you are afraid of your weakness, Sayla. Angelic may not write about it, but I know what you've been through."
"W-what do you mean? The worst I've experienced is rough handling of the guards and—"
"Show me your palms."
"K-Kyôka-sama—"
"Cut the -sama crap, Sayla! We are equals here. Please, just show me your palm," Kyôka pleaded. Sayla lowered her gaze, raising both her palms.
"How do they open?"
"H-how did you know?"
"If you bothered to talk to anyone outside our circle, you would know how fast word gets around," Kyôka replied.
"Oh... I have to touch blood or saliva of a living being with the intent of activating them," Sayla answered at last. "Be careful. It's still Macro, but—" Sayla cut off as Kyôka licked both her palms. The hornless demon gasped "It'll take over your emotions, Kyôka!" she whispered urgently. A slit formed in the one palm, opening to reveal an eye. It was the same old eye as her Etherius demon eyes.
As the familiar, but downsized runes forms in two circles above the eyes, Kyôka began to a feel heat in her body, especially her belly. Kyôka panted slightly, eyes wide.
"I call it Jezebel's Scowl," Sayla said. "I can control people by taking over their... urges," she muttered, closing her palms. The runes vanished. "And now, if I want to summon you, I can activate it as far as the other side of the planet just for you. But if you try to resist coming to find me, you will probably suffer. With our unique circumstances, I'm not actually sure what would happen..."
"It's... Amazing," Kyôka said. "I was worried it was something truly terrible, but you have your Macro Curse back!" The bird demon hugged Sayla tightly. The hornless demon looked confused.
"W-what?" Sayla asked.
"There is hope for us, Sayla. If you can regain power, we all can!" the green haired bird demon rested her forehead against Sayla's. "You are the first of all six of us. You are incredible, Sayla."
"Thank you," the hornless demon smiled, blushing lightly.
"When should we tell the others?" Kyôka asked. Sayla had not considered this a blessing. They would be excited about this, you know."
"Oh, I'm fired up already," Sayla giggled a little. "Let's wait until someone else awakens."
"Awaken, yes. That's a good way to put it. Zeref would probably be proud, right?"
"Who cares? We are finally building ourselves from the ground up despite everything," Sayla grinned. Kyôka's dark blue eyes softened, seeing her lover so enthusiastic. Good work, me!
"Angelic told me that by the end of April, we will all be free. Seeing as it is only February, we need to prepare soon."
"That Angelic and her predictions," Kyôka sighed. "But I will believe you. That girl seems too intelligent for any of us."
"Everyone hides things here, including us," Sayla reminded her. "We have to trust her."
"Hm, if you insist, then I will."
February 3, X792 3:48 a.m.
Tempesta. Population dropped to probably 150 folks. Rest in peace, I suppose.
I feel like a young human experiencing love for the first time. It is making me greedy. I feel perverted just thinking about what I'd do if nobody else was around. It feels unnatural, but our very existence is unnatural here. It feels so right.
February 4, X792 6:42 a.m.
Sayla.
Jerza announced today that she would be stepping down as "acting warden" of the prison. Kyôka thinks she will simply go to another location that's actually fully functioning, or get married to some John Doe and retire. Jerza did not say why, but her armor was different then. It bore an emblem of a horned bat with swords crossing. I think it was a tiny shield. Whatever it was, I think she either joined or formed a guild. And that must mean that this world has wizards like Earthland.
I did not speak to any natives before today because I wrongfully assumed their knowledge was useless to me. Such arrogance I carried. Now that we have a few books in the underground library, I spent much of the day reading with Minerva.
Apparently, this world not only has wizards, but there are also witches, dragons, elves, animorph creatures, ghouls, spirits, and so many other things. There are also multiple types of guilds: standard, dark, city, guild town, independent. I imagine many more are undocumented. This world is incredible! And I've only learned about this continent.
Wherever Titania is going, we might never find her in the sea of land for a long time. When we leave, I personally want to punish her for what has happened to us.
February 7, X792
False Line City Hall, False Line City Guild
7:30 p.m.
Four individuals sat at a round table in a ballroom lit by natural Qora sunlight and many candles inside of cages along the walls. A few more chairs and tables were folded in one corner of the room. Three of the city guild members had turned their attention to the armored female demon. She wore black armor, leather loin cloths on the front and back, and dark blue boots. She placed a helmet on the table as she sat, letting down four frizzy reddish blonde braids. Three black eyes scanned the three demon folk.
She noted their identities from left to right:
a. Supreme Penelope Saylor of Phantom 13, level four
b. Dark city guild master Mephistopheles of False Line
c. Dark guild master James Deus of Pheasant Peak, level one
and herself:
d. Dark guild master Jerza F.D.S. of Titania Devil, level two.
"On behalf of the six dark guilds of Magnoramus Country, I thank you all for taking the time out of your schedules to come together," Jerza said with an even tone. The females and male nodded quietly in response. Jerza continued.
"Tartaros, or "Tartaros Fairy" from what I've heard, are complicit with uncertain death, broken if you would," she began. "I have released prisoners into Twilight Zone and Jupetoresoid custody under the guise of execution, thus increasing the likelihood of an early awakening."
"The implant was also successful. Jackal showed immediate signs of memorizing the Kanaji and Potamelian scripts," she illustrated with a small holographic spell. It was the wall of that same cell Jackak was isolated in. The holographic image displayed odd symbols written with an oily substance. Supreme Penelope's eyes looked elsewhere, slightly disturbed by the brief history behind it.
"Marvelous, Titania!" Mephistopheles praised her. "Phase One of the mission is nearly complete."
"He only managed to write in Kanaji and Potamelian when his mind was controlled, Miss Jerza," James Deus commented. "Is that really impressive enough to report?"
"It may not seem like much, but he is making slow progress," she replied, switching the holograph to a different image. Jackal's handwriting was shown on a page of his journal this time. 'Death is my only release,' written in Kanaji then dcribbled out a few times. "His understanding is still there, but slowly resurfacing."
"What about the others, Titania?" Penelope asked. "Only Sayla has awakened her Macro Lilin Curse and demon eyes so far. The other five still lie dormant, and that's not to mention those remaining six who were sent away."
"Rest assured, I plan to awaken at least two more of them by April," Jerza smirked, resting her elbows on the table. "I have already planted the proper seeds for curses and magic to be practiced. Penelope, do you have an update on your end of things?" she asked, motioning to the Supreme. Her dark cloak concealed most of her appearance, save for part of her face.
"Of course, Miss Scarlet."
Penelope opened her palm, a small, blackish purple orb took shape, fluid and hovering dimly. Then it split, separating the purple and black.
"I have recovered the souls of two lab rats: Z and V. Their training will begin as soon as I return to my domain.
"Excellent, Penelope!" Mephistopheles chimed in, grinning with pointed canines. She bore tall horns with spiral of white and very light purple. They pointed back and down in a curve. Her cream and purple suit seemed to match the color of her horns as well. Grimacing, Mephistopheles went on.
"Say, what year are you reporting this from?"
"The present, I'm not a time traveler," she responded flatly. She closed her palm, then the souls vanished.
"James Deus," Jerza nodded to the guild master. His right eye bore a red tattoo contrasting with his long blue wavy hair and all black robes. He shook his head with disappointment.
"I have no new updates," he murmured. "Mephistopheles?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" the city guild master snickered. "The girl still remembers nothing, and she continues to keep watch. I just wish she would've joined us instead," the horned creature sighed sadly.
"Otherwise, nothing has drastically changed," Jerza commented. "I no longer doubt it. I think it is finally time."
To be continued...