It met her

And...

The look in her eyes were passive but the words that came out were hopeful. 'was she trying to feign a calm persona?' He looked at her thinly pressed lips, then into her eyes. They were cold and empty. No, his original Elizabeth was peeking out. The one that wouldn't care if Monika would be killed or not.
"I'm still not seeing any reason to keep her alive." Asmodi told her and now that she was starting to revert back to her old self, he'd have a free pass to do it. 'A pass?' since when had he needed someone else's approval for murder. As if going against Mother Nature's orders was an option. Would he do that for her? He incredulously posed the question to himself.
"Because if you don't you'll be condemning two young girls to an orphanage." She spoke. "And by all technicalities she isn't fully a Wendigo, you've seen her, she's still mostly human. You'd be killing an innocent human." As if he hadn't done that numerous times before. Did she even understand what creature she was speaking to? He was a wyvern, twice as viscous as any dragon or creature that took flight. He'd once destroyed a village because he didn't particularly like the color of the sky that day. Or at least; that was the excuse he'd settled one.

"She's my mother, Asmodi." Her voice sounded as if she were pleading. He looked down at her and sighed, as if releasing the air would blow the issue away.
Instead of answering her he threw a question of his own.

"Will you turn some day as well? If so I'll have to issue you a death sentence as well." He asked, lowering his head to take in her scent. She didn't smell of Wendigo but then again neither had her mother. Elizabeth smelt mostly of him, which he appreciated. As his mate should, the spinal ridges on his back raised; a response to both immense pleasure and anger.
"I don't know." She answered. "But if that time comes I hope you will be the one to kill me... Since my father can't..." She paused and tilted her head with a thoughtful smile. "That had been our promise." The smile widened as if those word tasted like honey. "He was my God."
That level of devotion to a parent did not feel right but he wasn't an expert on humans, they were odd things. Maybe saying something like that is normal for her kind. Asmodi got on his hind feet with a long, exhaustion filled sigh. He wondered if his lungs would be affected by all these sighs he could not repress. He's sure he'd donated a good percentage of Carbon Dioxide to the earth with only the amount he's done today. "Bring your things back into this room." Asmodi growled at her while stalking toward the hallway, Elizabeth followed closely behind. She had to go into a slow sprint to keep up with his long strides.
"What are you going to do?" She asked.
"Have a discussion with your mother. Take your things and stay in my room." He repeated to her, nudging towards her things in the corner of the room. He had heard her when she removed them yesterday but was too busy thinking about the past to pay her any mind.
She seemed as though she were having a conversation in her own head. "So that neither Leviathan nor Cerulean can get to me?" She asked.
'No, so that I can keep you locked away properly.' "Precisely." He lied then added "Your mother has a better chance at survival if I get to speak to her privately."
"A-alright." She sounded unsure but even she knew it wasn't up for discussion. He watched her shove all her things on her blanket then carried it like a sack over her back. She gave him a look he couldn't discern before waddling back to his room.
"Good girl." He growled before slithering down into the dark, damp basement. He caught himself watching her hips, the movement was less graceful but he still couldn't stop himself from wondering how soft it would feel under his touch. He shook his head clear, he'd would indulge himself but not now. If he was going to ignore Mother Nature's command to eliminate the Wendigo then he'd make up for it by following her command to procreate.

Elizabeth struggled down the dark hallway. She wanted to be there when he interrogated her mother but she didn't want to press it. He was already giving her more leeway than she thought he would. It was so unusual of him. Most of their interactions had felt different recently. She thought about when he had ushered her down this hallway a few minutes ago. She could feel his eyes on her, piercing her. A stare so intense it burned her. At that moment she was suddenly aware that there was a giant predator behind her. One that could grab her at any moment... Some distant version of her tucked away in the crevices of her mind told her she'd enjoy that. 'Is that a third me? How many more personalities must I discover?' She wondered pushing away the indecent thoughts. Not now, not with him. She had had sex and other romantic interactions a few times before and it wasn't as grand as the other girls made it seem. Pleasing; yes but something she could definitely live without. How would sex with a wyvern even feel? She doubt that would be biologically possible. He'd rip her in half. She again pushed away a thought, not even wanting to allow it to form.
She stepped into their...his room and took her spot in the far corner, opposite to where he usually lay. Vaguely looking over she wondered just how large this room was. She stared long into the darkness and it just stared back, even with his absence that side held a feeling of intimidation. She wanted to explore but something was telling her not to. A feeling deep down the pits of her stomach made her feel nauseated from just thinking about it. She bit her lip and turned away, better to listen to her gut.
"what to do? What to do?" She asked herself, intentionally trying to keep her eyes away from her journal. It lay on the ground with all her other inanimate things. Why was she avoiding it? That book is her. What reason does she have for not wanting to look into it. She honestly can't even remember what she wrote. Was it a journal or diary? Was she writing a novel? By the time she'd realized what she was doing she was already on the ground, picking up the book. What was it about this book that both pulled her in and pushed her away? This item was so important to her, She'd kill to keep it safe but now her fingers shook whilst holding it. This felt like a betrayal, this was the book her father gave her yet here she was almost scorning it. With a deep determined breath she opened the book.

Asmodi stared at the person before him. Her clothes were torn and her skin full of scratches but she had gone back to looking as she was before; human. Not that the transformation was great, the only thing that she'd changed was her eyes, claws and smell. Elizabeth was right, she was more human. She seems so in charge and controlled so why would she give herself away like that. That partial shift into a Wendigo wasn't fueled by madness, it was purposeful. Asmodi stared at her while she kept her gaze down. She sat on the floor, arms chained to the wall. The Wendigos he had fought before would never allow themselves to be held down by these rusted old chains. They'd chew through their hands if they had to. They were savage things fueled only by their hunger.
"Monika." He said gauging everything from her heart rate to the way the muscles in her eyes twitched.
"Yes." Her voice was the same; cheery and inviting. She even tried to force a smile to go with it as she raised her head. It wasn't condescending, more like she was actually trying to return to her old self.
"Answers; I want them now."
"And if I don't?" She tilted her head. "You'll kill me?"
"Not just you, I'll kill all of your children first." He said mater-of-factly, studying her through the slits that were his pupil. "Right in front of you... And I don't kill quickly."
Her smile dropped immediately, she looked like she wanted to scowl at him but was too defeated to form any more facial expressions. For a second her face went so blank she looked like a replica of her daughter. "What do you want to know?" she added. "That Elizabeth hasn't already told you."
"How do you know she's told me something?"
Monika sighed. "Our 'family secret' is more than just a mere secret. It's a pact. A spell. A binding." She closed her palms into fists. "Just her thinking about breaking it was enough for me to feel it. Like the strings that hold my heart in place snapping." she sounded hurt. "It wasn't out of desperation. You didn't threaten or torture her. No, you did it the cruel way, by making her trust you so you could betray her afterwards."
That did sound very much like something he would do. "I did say I like to draw these things out." He muttered vaguely. "Elizabeth said you were a rare, if not the only, species of wendigo that was born from a womb. How did that happen?" He asked.
"How am I supposed to know!? I was just born!" She snapped. He didn't react, just stared at her. She gave him a particularly annoyed look before averting her eyes. "All I know is that I was raised to be human, I was fine being human... Then I met him." She ground her teeth, hatred cloaking her eyes. She must be referring to Elizabeth's 'God'. "He made it seem fun, almost like being able to transform was a gift of some sorts but it wasn't; It made me a monster." Her eyes glistened with tears but she wouldn't let them fall. "I couldn't stomach the first kill, nor the second or third. It just felt too much like a sin, like a betrayal to my own kind. It wasn't until the hunger got so bad that I had chewed off my own arms that I realized denying myself would only make me a bigger monster. Would I have even felt the hunger had he not taught me how to shift forms?" The question was more to herself than him.
There it is, he had gotten her on a roll. He had already decided to let her live but why not get the full story anyway. Then after this he would return to his mate and...