Chapter 37
Magarie and Eliza finish up another small dinner together. They've been getting smaller lately. The food supply is vast, but not infinite. There was a possibility they would have to start eating less agreeable meals soon.
Its hard to tell how much time has passed here compared to Schopengaard. The bolgias is physically in the same world as the elven nations but seems to simultaneously be its own space entirely.
Yet all that time doesn't do them favors.
A prickling runs down every hair on her body, a cold sweat breaking out. She can hardly move. The front doors are blasted off their hinges. Her mind screams to flee, as her muscles lock in place.
Move! Move!
Eliza bursts from the table with a scream.
Magarie cries out breathlessly.
Alone she steps in. Her skin is blindingly white with a mild glimmer to it. Her lower body is a long, thickly scaled fin. She hovers over the floor, staring at them with diamond shaped eyes whose square textures cycle through various colors. Her fingers are bent at the knuckles, each pierced with a thin needle. Her bright hair hangs around her as a mantle, each hair standing consistently on end.
Her expression cannot be read but her aura can. Her fury swells while looking directly at Eliza. This is a prince, at the very least. Hells, an aura like that could even belong to a weaker circle lord.
This is the true purpose of empathy for demons: to know who their superiors are, to know their feelings and appease them thusly.
"You are of Virgil." the woman says as her gaze shifts to Magarie.
"Virgil? I don't know who that is." Magarie says, keeping her gaze to the floor.
Sweat drips from both sides of her face. They are obliterated well before they hit the ground.
"Magarie, what is she saying?" Eliza whispers.
"Shut up, idiot." Magarie says.
"Where is he?" she asks.
"I, I do not know..." Magarie says.
"You lie to me?" she asks warningly.
Is that the prince's kuoi, pushing her throat and weighing on her shoulders? Or is this what it is always like in a prince's aura?
The prince stabs her fins, breaking through the wall. The feat of strength in of itself pales to the casual way she did it.
Her fin shift to a pair of legs. Her aura shrinks, allowing Magarie to stand up right and breathe normally. All this prince needs is for Magarie to know what is there, waiting to come out in an instant.
"Virgil. Give him to me now."
The princess moves forward.
"If I make another step, it will be the last."
Eliza pulls Magarie back behind her. Her hands ball up into fists at her side, staring with a fierce, bordering on a challenging gaze, right in her eyes. The mood of the prince fades from its heightened fury, to a more neutral state.
"Kill me if you wish, but I will not let you bully her!"
"Translate."
"She said kill me, if you wish...but I will...not let you bully her."
The legs turn back into a fin. Now the idiot has done it, her aura is back on full flare!
"Eliza, this isn't a fight you can win!"
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The Blightspawn Noble
Fantasy"The Blightspawn Noble" takes place in a world where adventures and heroes journeys are seemingly a thing of the past, a nostalgia every person secretly dreams of within the confines of a modern, civilized world. Where magic has become commercial, a...
