Celestial Discord

Chapter 7- Aftermath

I awoke to a white ceiling. I was in an extremely comfortable bed and my head was resting on a pillow that had just the perfect amount of fluff. I lifted my head forward to see a familiar bookcase.

Oh, I'm in my room. Last I remember I was talking with the demon Myala. And then the floor disappeared and then...

Huh, nothing. I'm completely blank as to what happened next.

Speaking of Miss Myala, did I just make a deal with a demon? What am I supposed to do about this? Or really, what can I do about this?

Hm, I guess there's nothing I can really do. I'll just have to fulfill her desires. Hopefully once she's satisfied she won't just kill me.

I looked over my shoulder to see the mysterious blade in its sheath lying where my morning tea usually was, which I'd actually consider an improvement.

I grabbed the case and unsheathed the blade. Upon close inspection, the blade was beautiful. It was shaped like a sharp kitchen knife, with one side straight and the other curving down. The difference was the blade itself was pitch black, with a royal blue streak covering the ends. The hilt was also different, as it covered most of the blade's width, rather than just a tiny portion. The hilt was made of a refined smooth black leather.

What did she call the blade? Essenia? Essania? Essantia? Umm...Essentia?

Right as I got to the last name, the blade vibrated for a split second in my hand, as if delighted I remembered its name. But that can't be right. I remembered Miss Myala specifically stating she detested the blade for imprisoning her. She wouldn't be happy I remembered the name of it. I thought about it for a second and shrugged.

"I'm probably just overthinking it."

"Overthinking what, if I might ask," a voice said.

I looked over to the door where the door used to be, which was now just a hole due to Mr. Reginald obliterating it, to see the head maid standing there. She flashed me the polite smile she gave everyone, although it seemed a bit softer than usual.

I jumped a little, to no one's surprise.

Her expression eased up a little. "Well I was worried, but if you're still able to jump like that it probably means you're alright."

I laughed nervously. "Please don't tease me like that Miss Cecilia."

Miss Cecilia is a well-endowed woman that embodies the archetype of a maid. Her brown hair was tied up in a large bun and she wore a mop cap over it. She also wears a long maid outfit that goes down to her ankles and always has on black high heel maid shoes and a small bow tie around her neck. If her forest green eyes didn't stand out so much, you'd believe she was born a maid.

She chuckled. "It's hard not to with you."

She clapped her hands together like she was making an announcement." But alright, I should probably report to the others you're awake now."

"Others?"

"Yes. Tucker, Mr. Reginald, and Mary were all very worried about you. Mary even—."

A hand appeared over Miss Cecilia's mouth. Behind her appeared Mary, looking as apathetic as ever, albeit slightly irritated.

"Not another word," she threatened.

"MhMmmmm." Miss Cecilia tried to speak but Mary's hand only clasped tighter.

Miss Cecilia tried fighting it but eventually made a face and put her hands up as if she to say she surrenders. This seemed to be something that's happened at least a few times before because Mary instantly removed her hand from her mouth.