It met her

Her God

When Asmodi entered the room he was greeted with an Elizabeth hyperventilating on the floor, rocking back and forth like an insane person. When her eyes met his she looked both fearful and defeated.

"What is wrong with you?" He lowered his head to study her. This just wasn't right. Nothing had bothered him more about this girl than the lack of emotions she'd had. He'd finally got to witness something and as entertaining as it was... it felt wrong. He'd never seen that level of fear in anything before, not even the animals or people he'd killed. He'd bit off both a man's legs and looked him in the eye as he backed away and even his fear was nothing compared to hers. He'd always known he was a monster but the look in her eyes made him truly feel like one.

"What..." The closer he moved to her was the further she scooted from him, until her back hit the wall. "What did you do to me?" Even though her back was already against the wall she still tried to press further into it. He felt like he'd crossed a line, but what that meant he had no idea.

He thought for a while. "The contract?" 'Was her body starting to reject it?' He shook his head, 'if that was the case she'd be convulsing so violently she'd bite her tongue off from trying to speak.' He didn't like the tone she'd taken but he didn't feel like reprimanding a female in this condition.

"Yes, what are the side effects?" She hissed at him, she looked like a cornered animal. He moved back, he was starting to put together the pieces, though the image they made was far from clear. "There are no side effects aside from allowing me to track your location and bio status." He left out the part where she could do the same if she really wanted to.

She visibly calmed but there was still apprehension. "That-"

"The resurrection on the other hand..." He continued. "That could cause some changes." He knew there was side affects but since the consequences only affected her it didn't matter much to him at the time. Looking at her now instilled a drop of regret. His eyes darted to the twins who were still sleeping before resting on hers again. This wasn't what he wanted to deal with first thing in the morning. "Follow me." he said and continued his walk to his basking platform. He didn't question whether she'd follow him or not.

Elizabeth exited the building behind him. The sun beat down relentlessly on her skin but she couldn't feel any of its warmth. She gazed upon his gigantic form before her. Nothing on her radar had ever read 'danger' as much as he did but the signs were showing them a little too late. She couldn't have this happen to her again. Her memories, her sense of self are the most precious things she had. She couldn't bear to lose them again. Her thoughts were interrupted by a large tail wrapping around her. She was lifted with him as he climbed the obelisk. Once on top he laid her on the flat part of the surface and wrapped himself around it in his usual basking position. He was quiet for a while, closing his eyes and soaking in the sun. Then without opening them he spoke.

"I had to use my blood to heal you and my body to mend you. I use the term resurrection loosely, I'm neither a witch doctor nor a necromancer, you hadn't died but you were on the verge of passing. To stop that from happening I had to use the direct magic in my blood to keep your soul from leaving until your body mended. The blood cells have long since died but my magic still remains." He opened his eyes to look at her stomach. "And that scar may be permanent. Despite the fact that the magic is in your body, it's still mine and therefore is connected to me." He stopped there; something about the explanation did not feel complete. "What happened to you this morning that had you so afraid?"

As upset as the entire situation made her, his calm, reasonable tone had helped settle her mind a small bit. She sighed, sat down and hugged her knees. By the time she looked back up at him his eyes were closed again with his head aimed back at the sun.

"Yesterday..." She began retelling the events of the previous day. Even now, she couldn't accept that she herself was the person navigating her body yesterday. Everything seemed to flow so naturally yesterday but it was not her, not the she that she knew. Asmodi's facial expressions changed slightly as he listened but he kept his eyes closed the entire time. He stayed quiet for a long while after she'd finished talking. His silence made her worry. She was about to call out to him but then he spoke.

"Something's not right here." He finally looked at her. Those words made her heart beat rapidly from panic. "The effect would include you adopting something from me. My emotions, personality, fragment of my memory or even possibly something biological like suddenly growing scales..." he shifted, his long neck almost fully circled her as he made a look similar to disdain. "But nothing you've described relates to me." His behavior seemed fully predatory, like a wolf eyeing a stranger in its territory. Looking at him made her gut sink and hair stand. She recognized this emotion as fear. Since when did she fear him? That was unacceptable.

She responded to his gaze with a glare of her own. "You knew something like that could've happened and didn't even bother to warn me."

"Considering the person you were at the time, it didn't seem like it'd matter. What would you have done other that shrug...if even that much?"

And it shouldn't matter. The Elizabeth she knew wouldn't bat an eye if she'd woken up with red eyes and a tail. The fact that she was even having this conversation with him was proof that even right now she wasn't fully herself.

"Let's see something." Again he spoke before her.

Before she could even figure out what was happening, he picked her up by the neck of her shirt and tossed her into the air. He didn't catch her; instead she fell alongside the basilisk and down the cliff. She watched as his figure grew smaller and smaller the further down she fell. It took a long while of falling before she even realized what this meant; she would die. She maneuvered in the air to look down; she was so far up she couldn't even see the details of the trees. Was it this high when she'd last try to commit suicide? She asked herself the stupid question. The wind kept lashing at her skin as if trying to tear it off. She felt tears form in her eyes, she didn't want this. She didn't want to die. She looked up to call out to Asmodi for help; she had expected him to already be on his way down to catch her but he wasn't. He hadn't even moved an inch; he was going to let her fall. He was going to watch her die. She looked back down at the trees, what would her old self do in this situation? What would a normal person do in this situation? Pray? Religion was one of her least favorite things but with nothing else coming to mind she clasped her hands, closed her eyes and prayed to her father. The only person she'd ever look to as a God. No matter what anyone in the village tried to tell her. No matter what Titania might try to say to her. He was her God.