It met her

The usual...

She woke up to what she felt like was the next morning. The lack of natural light made telling the time of day almost impossible. Sitting up she clutched her book and looked around, unable to sense Asmodi's domineering presence in the room with her. Tucking the book into the waist line of her skirt she left the dark room.
She made her way down the long hallway and into the living area where she could look out to the section of the wall where the basking platforms were visible. The living area was a large, somewhat circular room, the first room they were introduced to. Attached to it is another semi circular room made mainly of openings in the rock that work as door sized windows. On a blue print it would look like two bubbles that got attached mid air. She made her way to the one that gave a visual of Asmodi. Atop the pillar that almost allowed her the sweet release of death was Asmodi. His body was wrapped around the cylindrical structure, tail hanging down and head pointing upwards. He reminded her of the lizards she'd find on her fences back home. His eyes were closed and his facial muscles were relaxed. That image of him appeared artistically pleasing to her so she stared for a while before turning away. This was around the time she'd be working on her book but she didn't feel the usual chronic urge to do so. What replaced it was a desire to obtain answers to her mundane questions she'd been holding back.
It was an odd feeling; she wondered whether it would be called curiosity or intrigue. There were only two things that could draw that feeling out of her; her book and her father. Asmodi hadn't said anything after her confession last night. She didn't really expect a response and his silent indifference was a step up from the reaction of the last person she told.
When she was younger, around 16, she'd made her only friend of her teenage years. A short haired blonde named Lorelei, who took interest in Elizabeth because of the 'amusing way her mind works.' This originally deterred Elizabeth from wanting to be friends with her, she didn't quite like the feeling of being someone's research subject but after several interactions they built a friendship. The first thing Elizabeth fell in love with was her eyes and then soon after; the rest of her body. They had a rough one year friendship that soon turned into a four month relationship, one kept in secret of course. They'd spend months talking to each other and confiding and finally came the day Elizabeth summoned up the courage to tell her her biggest secret; the gory details of her first homicide. Elizabeth was unable to discern the look in her widened eyes; it wasn't quite fear. Shock? Disappointment, maybe? That look was followed by the words "I'll keep your secret but I don't want anything to do with you anymore." Elizabeth remembers waiting to feel heart broken or betrayed. She even tried to convince herself that she felt that way but instead there was emptiness. A desolate feeling that clogged the space where her genuine feelings of love for Lorelei was kept. That was the end of that, Elizabeth went on with life, avoiding the girl she'd spent months planning a secret life with. Sometimes, there are rare moment where she wonders what their life would've been like had she held her tongue.
"Elizabeth!" Cerulean's broke her trance, she hadn't even realized she'd been spacing out. She looked over at Cerulean who peered in through the opening across from her. She could see Sylvia and Sonnet sitting at the base on his neck, chatting enthusiastically with each other. "Elizabeth, join us. Your food rations are low so I'm going hunting."
"Shouldn't that be our parent's job, you're our host but isn't this a bit much. Additionally, all of the animals worth killing are beyond the protection of the mountain and have either succumbed to the flood or are in hiding. With this weather hunting would be impossible. Don't tell me you intend to expose my young sisters to this weather." She told him, arms folded.
Cerulean raised a scaled brow at her. "I didn't think you were capable of saying so much at once." There was amusement in his voice. "A lot has happened while you and Asmodi were stuck in that room doing God knows what. Monika, your mother, fell ill. She wanted to go hunting, even when she could barely sit up, she insisted she was well enough to go herself but I talked her out of it. I didn't save her life just for her to die so foolishly. She really is such a good mother." There was a pause. "And Eustace... he's missing. No one has seen him around all day. We can't even track his scent." Cerulean stopped talking once he realized the twins abruptly went silent. He exhaled and spoke again. "Come along. Grab a bow if you can use it, if not you can find fruits and berries with your sisters. I'll fly above the clouds to somewhere dry. Worst case scenario, you get a bit of rain water on you."
Elizabeth contemplated shortly before sighing. "Fine." She began climbing out the window to join the sisters at the base of his neck. She was never taught how to use a bow but she could recognize most poisonous flora.
"Here's a summary on how to ride a dragon." Cerulean said once she seemed settled in enough. "Don't fall off." He began flapping his wings, a movement that nearly sent her off his neck. Sonnet tilted her head back and said.
"You can grip onto the scales here." She motioned to the discolored scales that created a pattern down his neck and along his back.
"Try to grip with your feetsies too." Sylvia turned back and added.
Elizabeth did as instructed and found stability just as Cerulean's body was beginning to lift off the ground.
The twins screamed with excitement as he began to move forward. Elizabeth concentrated more on keeping her balance and grip than enjoying the ride. While maneuvering his body to go upwards, she could see Asmodi still on his basking platform. His piercing, red eyes were aimed directly at her. They portrayed no emotions and he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching her. They both meaninglessly stared at each other; she only looked away when Cerulean had flown too far for her to maintain a visual. She wondered, though, if he was still watching her.

Monika lay on her sleeping mat, she had at least three thick blankets on her but deep inside she felt cold. She tilted her head, slowly to avoid a headache, and faced the fever induced hallucination lying next to her.
"Monyka, long time no see."
"Monika, long time no see." Her replica repeated in a voice that sounded similar to hers but somehow more aged.
"What's the cause for your visit?"
"What's the cause for my visit?" The illusion looked away for a moment before meeting Monika's eyes again. "To hurt you."
Monika smiled. "So... The usual..."