Content warning
for dehumanizing use of "it" - it's very short lived, but still present.
Feyra
I eyed the monster-who-may-or-may-not-have-been-the-Demon-Queen for a moment, before activating my curse to get another look at her magic power. It was basically the same as before - pants-shitting-ly
terrifying
. I was pretty sure she had enough magic in her to fry the entire city from where she was standing - Heroine included - without breaking a sweat!
"I don't suppose you could at least clarify the reason for your distaste?" it questioned, arching an eyebrow. "I'd appreciate the chance to address it, at the very least."
"It's nothing," I said, forcing myself to give it a weak smile. "I'm just not good with people I don't know."
"Meaning that you know Lucy well?"
"Everyone knows the Heroine. Not well enough to call her by
name,
though."
Shit.
I had to fight the urge to flinch at my own words. Was I
trying
to pick a fight with the thing? Trying to get myself fucking
killed?
I was just glad the Heroine was still here, because otherwise-
"Well, I'm going to get some supplies!" said Heroine announced, with a big bright smile that stood in total contrast to the
fucking doom
she was hurling my way with every word out of her mouth. "Why don't you help Feyra get her stuff ready, Eena? I'm sure it would be a great opportunity for you two to get to know each other!"
"Wait, you can't seriously be planning to leave me alone with that..." I glanced at the creature in question, before settling on, "person?"
"I must admit that I'm not entirely satisfied with the idea of being left with someone who needs to think so hard on my classification, either," the monster added. "One would think personhood to be at least somewhat guaranteed..."
"Wait. Are you seriously
offended?"
I asked. I was ready to follow that up with a scoff, but the glare it...
she
gave me froze me in place. Not because she looked murderous or furious, or anything - because she didn't. She looked
irritated.
"Is the concept so shocking?" she demanded. "Would you enjoy being treated as an object? Or a monster? I know not what bothers you about me, but I hope
you
realize that it's only for Lucy's sake that I'm not already turning down this proposal of hers."
Anger I'd call fake. Hurt? An obvious play at sympathy. But irritation? It was weirdly...human. As stupidly irrational as that might sound.
"...The same Lucy who has decided to put action to words and leave us alone, I might add," the brunette continued, after a moment. "Honestly, that girl... What sort of person just throws her friends together in a room and leaves?"
"We're not friends," I replied, woodenly. "And we're not in a room."
I couldn't believe the Heroine had left me alone with her.
I couldn't believe I was
arguing
with her. Shouldn't I have been... I don't know... Groveling for my life, or something? Trying desperately to appease her?
Except that I had
no idea what she wanted in the first place.
"She didn't even specify when or where we're to meet back up," the dear-Goddess-just-let-her-be-a-dragon-or-something grumbled. "Seriously, that girl is so sloppy sometimes..."
Agreed. Except for some reason the definitely-Demon-Queen-with-my-luck was
smiling
when she said it.
Though it turned into a heart stoppingly terrifying scowl when she turned her attention back to me. "And if you're not friends, then why is she so determined to make us get along?"
"Because your girlfriend's a complete and total busybody, maybe?"
And also the Heroine.
I was badmouthing the Heroine.
In public.
What was
wrong
with me?
"We're not dating," the demon muttered, looking away from me. Was she...
blushing?
"In truth, I'm barely qualified to be her friend, regardless of what she thinks on the matter. She hardly even knows me..."
"Since when has that stopped her?" I asked, because apparently I had a fucking death wish. Or maybe it was just that I had no fucking clue what magical words would make her
not
want to kill me, anyway, so it was probably better to risk going out with a bang than hold back and die with a whimper. "That girl would befriend a literal monster if they let her, and you're over here calling her by
name."
Or maybe I was just a fucking idiot who didn't know how to hold her tongue.
"You and her both keep referring to that as if it's some great and amazing thing," the disaster-on-two-legs said with a sigh, "but to me, calling one as they wish to be called seems to only be polite... Rather than acting as if I'm doing everything possible to be close to her, perhaps you should consider why everyone else is so determined to keep
away
from her."
"Because she's the
Heroine.
She's-"
"A person," the bane-of-all-existence interrupted, narrowing her eyes at me. "One who deserves to be seen as the lonely girl she is, and not just the symbol you all want her to be."
"...Whatever," I muttered. Because what the hell was I supposed to even say to that? How was I meant to explain to the maybe-embodiment-of-sin that most people didn't like hanging around someone who had the right to
judge them for their sins?