Devilla
I watched as the plant grew in real time, the stalk and leaves forming quickly, followed by the rapidly budding and then blossoming flower - a multicolored thing, with white petals tinged by blue at their tips, and pink filaments and stamen protruding from its center. The combination of colors seemed oddly familiar to me, though I couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before... But then, my mind was somewhat preoccupied with the matter of Amessa's dryad powers.
Could they truly have been a gift from the heavens? Maybe. I certainly wouldn't have put it past my aunts to copy demonic abilities and pass them off as blessed ones. However, between her glowing green hair, a trait she had in common with many dryads, and the suspicious notion of 'cursed' bloodlines, I suspected there was actual monster girl blood running through her and Feyra's veins.
I wondered just how far back it went. Humans and demons had been in an extinction war for two thousand years, after all. Hardly ideal circumstances to form a romance. Add in the fact that her 'blessing' was apparently known to run through a noble family line... There was most definitely a story there, but I didn't have anywhere close to enough information to even try and piece it together. There was one kernel of info that stood out in my mind, though - when demons had children, their species would match the one who birthed them. Usually, that included both their form and wild magic. But if the birth mother was a
human,
with no wild magic to speak of... Well, who knew what would happen?
"Impressive, right?" Amessa asked, drawing my attention back to her and her bright smile. "Tooootally worthy of staring at. And the creator of it all? Heehee, definitely worth a second look, riiiiight? And that's when she's clothed! Can't you just imagine what she'd look like naked? Bet she'd be pretty hot, right?! Why don't you give it a try?"
"Why are you like this?" Feyra complained, putting her head in her hands. To look at her, you'd think the heavens themselves had abandoned her. "For the last time, we're
going on a quest
, okay? We don't have time for you to fuck around."
"Perhaps this is a thread better tugged upon our return?" I suggested, hoping to play peacekeeper between the two of them. The girl was certainly pretty enough to bed - with a prominent and what looked to be a rather full rear - but at the same time, Feyra
was
right about us being on a mission.
For some reason, however, my proposition garnered a glare from Feyra. "Is something the matter?"
"No," she all but snarled, before turning her attention back to Amessa. "How quickly can you finish? The fucking
Heroine
is waiting for us."
"I think you're overestimating the speed with which Lucy will conduct her business," I remarked, frowning a little at Feyra's suddenly increased aggression. I didn't understand what was going through the girl's mind - for someone who feared me, she seemed oddly eager to pick a fight. "She's liable to chat with anyone she has dealings with. Surely we can give your alchemist a little time to complete her potion making?"
"Well, if the Heroine's waiting..." Amessa murmured, glancing between Feyra and the flower. "I mean, I do have a toooon of questions! Like why the heck is the Heroine waiting for
you
Feyfey? And is your hot friend seriously on a first name basis with her? Buuuuut I guess it can wait... I just need you to tell me how well my growing worked - I tried to concentrate as much magical power in the flower head as possible this time!"
Feyra glared at the flower, her pupils elongating as her eyes narrowed. "It's fine. I think. Kinda hard to fucking tell when
someone's
radiating so much damn magic."
"Is that a request for me to leave?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. "Because I actually had a few questions of my own. Starting with the matter of concentrating magic power, and its effect on potion making." Not that it was more than an idle curiosity on my part. It was just intriguing to find there might be more to potion making than I'd realized.
"Do whatever the fuck you want," Feyra replied, shooting me another scowl before stomping towards the door. "I need a breath of fresh air."
I stared after the girl for a moment, before turning my gaze towards Amessa. "Is she always like this?"
"Nooooo?" Amessa replied, tilting her head to the side and tapping a finger to her chin. "I mean, usually she's only, uh... half as bitchy? Sorta looks like you stress her out, though."
"I was afraid of that." I sighed, shaking my head. "Considering the fact that I'm about to be embarking upon a journey with her... Well, I suppose it's time we had a little chat." About why, exactly, she was so scared of me - and about what, precisely, could be done about it.
Feyra
I was fucked.
Really
fucked. I mean, I talked back to the fucking Demon Queen! I
stormed out
on the Demon Queen! And why? Because she was maybe planning to cheat on the Heroine? They weren't even officially together! And also, polyamory was a fucking thing! Though going after one girl right when you started dating another was still a little fucked up, so far as I was concerned.
Also, the embodiment of sin wanting to fuck all my... not friends... was a thing in and of itself. I mean, sure, one of them was literally the Heroine, and the other had blessed blood running through her veins, but... if eating monster material was bad for your soul - something Amessa had
already been tempted into
- then who knew what the fuck eating one
out
would do to you?
Confronting Eena wasn't going to spare them, though. If anything, it would get me and them killed. Though I guess our souls would at least be free to move onto heaven? As fucking poor a consolation as that was.
"Feyra?"
I flinched. Which probably wasn't the best fucking move, considering how displeased the speaker looked over it. Displeased and
hurt
. Or at least she was acting hurt, anyway... It
had
to be acting. In what fucking world did monsters care what people thought of them?
