Vinea's eyes darted towards the door, terrified of this existence which called itself her uncle, without the safety net she called Asmodeus. Her confidence and willpower wavered as piercing emerald eyes glared at her like a snake observing its prey.
'Damn it!'
"What's the matter, dear niece?"
Parading in Alan's skin, Mephisto smirked, knowing she understood everything.
A fearsome predator waiting for her to make a mistake and lower her guard, something she couldn't do... wouldn't do!
'Give me strength, my love.'
"N-Nothing, Uncle... I am just a little tired from the long journey."
"Hmm, then will you join me for dinner?"
"W-What?"
The hairs on Vinea's arms stuck up; she wanted nothing more than to leave and return to Zar'Kaleth and burrow herself into Asmodeus' arms.
"Well, it's been a long time since we last spoke. Don't you think it'd be good to talk about what's happened since I left the north?"
'Yeah right, Screw you!'
