| It shouldn't have happened but you let it Now you're down on the ground screaming medic The only thing that comes is the post-traumatic stresses Shields, body armors and vests don't properly work That's why you're in a locker full of hurt The enemy within and all the fires from your friends The best medicine's to probably just let it win These battle scars don't look like they're fading |
Levi felt envious of the other three females in their company. Once upon a time, she was one of the strongest among the seven sins; her insatiable envy forever wanting to be one step ahead of the others. She had ruled over the seas, submerged many cities, seen the rise and fall of many civilization, had a hand in many of it, and now… Yet now, not only did the seven of them have to be trapped inside ridiculous, weak, human vessels, she especially had to draw the shorter end of the stick and ended up having to use a mere doll as her temporary form. This great Leviathan could grit her teeth in irresolvable frustration if it wasn’t for the obvious lack of them on the damned puppet.
Instead, she turned to Asmodeus, half annoyed and half expecting the other demon lord to relate to her.
“Oh stop with that annoying way of speech, Asmodeus. You haven’t changed at all except I see that you have found a very promising ‘partner’, indeed. I reckon she must have kept you very happy,” Levi’s voice held some edge as she lingered over the word partner and then melted to a hint of amusement at the last sentence. Even inside this limited mantle of power, she could feel the strong presence of the human carrying this great demon lord of lust. While she needn’t think of how she kept the demon happy, Levi knew very well that for a demon lord like Asmodeus, or any demon lord at that, to acknowledge a vessel so far meant they had created an unusually powerful bond between them. Whether it was for good or bad, Levi was, however, uncertain.
She couldn’t exactly relate to it, anyway. Glancing at the young puppeteer behind her, Levi felt the prick of her vice suddenly acting up once again. It was all that fool’s fault. If it wasn’t for his final attempt in saving his daughter, Levi would have been able to directly influence the young mage’s body without so much trouble. But she had to admit, foolish as he was, the man was strong and despite being driven to the edge of madness by Levi in more ways than one, he had managed to keep a thin thread of conscious intact just in time to stop the demon lord from taking over his daughter’s soul and body altogether. Not only did he manage to put Levi to sleep, but he also managed to strip away a great deal of her powers. If it wasn’t for the large demonic presence during the sudden invasion, Levi would have continued to sleep inside the doll for more years to come.
Newly awakened, Levi had decided to adopt a policy of observation without intervention for a while, just watching the little puppeteer go about her days as usual. She knew the girl realized something was haunting her but lacked the knowledge or power to guess what it was. As such, Levi had enough time to calculate, analyze, and measure the potential, limitations, and pros and cons of the twenty-year-old mage. She wasn’t very pleased with what she got, especially now that she had encountered three stronger and better suited vessels. Yet, she was also aware of how far Faye can soar given the opportunity to. The young woman was weak, but that was only because she didn’t care to get strong enough. Given how much effort the girl puts into her puppet making, if half of that drive went towards strengthening herself, Levi guessed she would eventually grow into a fine force to be reckoned with. However, that would take a long time, perhaps months and years, and she was still very envious of the good fortune Asmodeus had.
“I did not choose to possess this thing, Asmodeus. It was all his fault,” Levi hissed the last part out to herself.
“But worry not, my powers have not diminished so much that I’m unable to take-over her soul completely,” She attempted a sneer that inevitably failed on the puppet’s body but knowingly pretended ignorance to it so as not to draw any more shame to her than what was already done.
Faye, on the other hand, had just realized how silly she must have looked with her widened eyes and mouth left open to the cold air. She attempted to compose herself albeit failing to completely take off the look of bewilderment from her eyes. Between the time the two demon lords took to converse, Faye had had enough time to piece together some of the information they were throwing around. She had also heard Alisa when the older woman explained about the demon lord. It suddenly made sense to her. That was the voice she had heard during the invasion and that was the presence she had felt so much around her. Everything was almost clear now, however, despite the sudden enlightenment, Faye found herself tongue tied and baffled enough to not utter a word for some time longer.
When she did find her voice, she had finally noticed Snowflake next to the raven beauty and felt relieved. The presence of someone she knew –and was sure wouldn’t suddenly turn into a demon lord- made the girl feel comforted and she finally decided to break her silence, using her real voice now that her medium of communication was talking livelier than ever without her.
“Snow, thank Go-whatever spirit up there that you are here,” the girl sighed, then turned to Alisa.
“And thank you for, uh, explaining that to me. I have started guessing some of it myself. Perhaps I should have a good conversation with…”“There is nothing to talk about,” Levi intervened harshly.
“You are in no place to hold any conversation with me yet. Later, you will listen to what I have to say and do what I tell you to do.”The demon lord must have felt she had said enough –that or she must have felt unbearably envious of the powerful trio- that the upright puppet suddenly collapsed onto the ground, once again in an odd angle from which it neither twitched nor rose up from. It seemed she had signed off for the night.
Faye sighed.
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