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    Post by Aura on 15th April 2019, 2:26 am

    Three days had passed since the events of her corruption's purification, of which the first and second had been spent in constant slumber. A deep one, so strong and reinvigorating that she didn't even have the strength to produce dreams for her to enjoy during that time. All she had was the memories of that day replaying over and over in her head, searching for the details, setting her thoughts straight. And while they did, she healed. Healed from the fatigue that had nearly brought her asunder. Healed from the damage and emptiness the corruption now left within her mana pool. Now it was gone she could, for the first time since claiming her slayer powers, truly feel how it felt to have her true mana pool gone. Destroyed. How manufactured the lacrima Jigoku had given her felt. Estranged, yet using it felt like natural. She at least had aptitude for the gifted magic. And for the emptiness… well, that was being filled by something else. Not of the magical kind, although she wished to oppose that statement; for Kenna, what was filling her was in fact something she'd note to be “magical”. And it was the first thing she'd have to face once she awakened again from her slumber… love.

    The affection for her savior, her partner, best friend, and hopefully… more than all of the previous. Itori had wished to risk a lot to pull her back to the bright side. Revealed to her what had been hidden within the demoness, what actually had been going on within her body and soul all at once. Weren't it for her, Kenna would've never realised that it was a corruption making her magic and mental state unstable. If it weren't for her… there was no saying what would've happened if Itori hadn't taken care of this cruel fate that had befallen her. The vixen had found it, pinpointed it and destroyed it all for her sake, and because of it the demoness would never stop feeling indebted to her, even though she damn well knew that Itori wouldn't allow her to think like that, nor act upon it. Out of principle perhaps, but Kenna was quite certain Itori’s affection too would have a hand in such a train of thoughts. Nevertheless, it were mostly those feelings of mutual affection they'd have to come and face; each their own, and then together. What would become of them, she wondered? Even so… it was only on the third day that she finally broke through the thick veil of dreams that covered her consciousness. What she had hoped to be mere hours had turned into days without her knowledge.

    Weakly Kenna’s eyelids forced themselves apart to allow her a gaze upon the waking world. The princess let out a soft grunt as the light, although dimmed, was still too bright for her eyes to adjust to immediately. Squinting them she tried to make out what was what within the blurry sight her visage granted her, and slowly but steadily the shapes and silhouettes became sharper. Her hand was stuck with something… when Kenna turned her face she saw what it was and couldn't help but smile tenderly. Her fingers were still intertwined with Itori's, the same way as they were when she’d fallen asleep. She saw how the vixen had fallen asleep as well and rather than waking her rolled over to lay on her side, gently bringing their entertwined hands closer to her lips. The demoness kissed Itori's hand gently and remained as she was to gaze upon her sleeping face, that looked ever so tranquil at this point. Kenna didn't want to wake her up just yet. She had been exhausted, true, but she was quite certain it was the same for Itori. And the wellbeing of the one she loved was very important to the white-haired maiden, who couldn't resist the urge to gentle caress her cheek as she tucked a strand of hair behind the sleeping fox’ ear, waiting for her to wake up. Her serene beauty definitely was a sight for her sore, tired eyes.

    A smile would cross her lips once the spirit fox would wake up, her crimson eyes reverted to the golden ones she used to sport before the corruption. Her eyes and horns had reverted back to their regular, non-demonic self once she'd woken up, if only to move about somewhat easier in her bed. The golden optics gazed tenderly upon the waking vixen, her fingers squirming a bit closer into hers. ”Good morning~” the demoness mused happily, not taking her eyes off of her. Kenna was genuinely happy to see Itori safe and sound next to her, and most importantly, right here at her side. They'd have a lot to talk about now both were mostly rested. Figure out where to go from here, what they’d do with one another. Yet it was just as easily that Kenna’s thoughts wandered back to the previous days, a particular moment coming to thought that she still wanted to know more about. So after some more time for morning greetings and checking up on one another had passed, Kenna asked her question. ”You were going to explain me something, if I recall correctly…?” She said, freeing her had for a moment so she could try to sit upright again, but winced in the process and slumped back down into her pillow. Damn, she was sore. Instead she opted to roll to her side again to better face Itori, and pretended like nothing had happened. ”When you said you weren't worthy of my trust… what was that all about? Because you most definitely are, if that wasn't quite clear yet.” Kenna said confidently, taking hold of her hand and squeezing it softly. ”So please, tell me. I want to know what reasoning possibly justified such a thought, Itori.” The demoness was damn well curious about that matter. And whatever the reason, she'd already made it her next top priority to talk it out of the spirit fox's head, or to at least convince her otherwise.



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    Post by Itori on 18th April 2019, 5:26 pm

    While Itori's original plan had been to be awake when Kenna finally woke up it turned out that she had been underestimating just how long the demoness needed to recover. While her spiritual self didn't need any sleep it was unfortunate that her physical form wasn't so blessed, and while such things could temporarily be staved off with magic in the long run that tended to be impractical. Also it would be a bit excessive to start using magic to stay awake in a situation such as this one: Kenna might appreciate the idea of Itori being awake once she herself woke up but on the other hand they were in a safe location and nothing bad was going to happen, and the princess was sensible enough a person to be aware that Itori also needed rest. Besides, she might actually appreciate the sentiment of the kitsune falling asleep next to her bed waiting for her to wake up.

    Regardless of any reasoning or motivation the result was that when Kenna finally returned to the land of the conscious Itori had yet to return herself. That wasn't to say that she'd left Kenna's side: even as she slept she was still sitting there, lightly slumped over and with her eyes closed. However her fingers were still entangled with those of the fire mage, and she looked as if she could be woken up with a light tap on the shoulder. Her expression was calm, as if she wasn't asleep at all and had merely closed her eyes.

    In this state Kenna might be able to notice something which Itori usually hid rather well: in her sleep she wasn't smiling or showing any other strong emotion, which revealed a trait most people never picked up on, namely that despite smiling and frowning and showing other facial expressions Itori rarely seemed to show what was really going on inside that head of hers. When she smiled it looked genuine, when she frowned she appeared honestly concerned, but at the same time it was like that was just the surface, and that there were much different thoughts much deeper inside of the fox, never shown to anyone on the outside world. A face which showed the required emotions without revealing anything else.

    Itori's face was so calm that it could be considered almost without emotion as she slept, like a painting rather than an actual person.

    Of course Kenna was aware that there was plenty of emotion inside of the seven-tailed fox: her soul was an ocean, filled with many different thoughts and feelings, with deep crevices filled with secrets and hidden thoughts. What the demoness knew what nobody else knew was that Itori actually was filled to the brim with emotion, but unlike the younger people who let their passion show in every motion this spirit fox was positively ancient.

    All that aside despite the princess's attempt at being stealthy the act of brushing a lock of silver-white hair behind the fox's pointy ear was enough to waken the spiritualist, a change of status first signalled by the twitching of her ears, quickly followed by a light moving of her tails. Feeling their fingers intertwine further eyelids parted to show those calm vermilion eyes, seeking out the golden orbs of her beloved partner. Her lips formed into a familiar smile, one filled with gentleness and quiet certainty, a smile which offered those around her a sense of confidence and warmth. "Good morning Kenna. It is good to see you awake again." Her voice came out without hesitation, as if she had been waiting for the opportunity to say it and wasn't going to let herself be slowed down by the fact that she had only just woken up. "It has been three days since you last opened your eyes. Not very surprising, considering the amount of strain your body and soul both went through beforehand. I am pleased to say that it appears no lasting damage has been done, although it might take a while to be fully certain of that."

    When the recovering mage tried to push herself up Itori lightly squeezed her hand while at the same time reaching out with her other arm to gently but firmly push her patient back down onto the bed. "Please do not move just yet. While your recovery is proceeding without complications so far the less strain you put on yourself the sooner you will have returned to your prime."

    The good news was that Kenna appeared to be aware of this after her attempt. The bad news (depending on your point of view) was that the heiress apparently was reminded of something Itori had said, something which would have to be discussed. Itori hadn't exactly been dreading this: dreading was for people who had yet to come to terms with inevitability (although it would be a lie to say she never suffered dread herself. It just was really rare). This was necessary, and the sooner it was done the better. Rather than bemoan her fate she would get on with it.

    "You are correct. You have made it clear that you have a great deal of trust in me, and while I certainly appreciate the thought and am glad that you have such a positive perspective of me I am afraid to say that such positivity is not wholly warranted. Unfortunately it is also not something you can easily dismiss." So far as Itori could see there wasn't really a way for Kenna to absolve her, because in a way the demoness wasn't the only person the fox had betrayed.

    Itori's expression had become more serious as she continued speaking. "To not waste too many words, suffice to say that upon direct contact with someone, be it physically, mentally or spiritually, I can perceive their feelings directly as well as their surface thoughts. For me this act is almost as natural as breathing, and would happen unintentionally were it not for the fact that I had trained myself to have control over such matters. However three days ago I repeatedly intentionally sought out contact with you to gain information about what you were feeling and thinking, because I found it amusing to use that knowledge to tease you. Given that the mind and soul are just as much as the body, if not even more, meant to act as someone's last bastion of safety and privacy doing such a thing without permission is usually a sign of severe disrespect and apathy towards the privacy and dignity of others."

    "I find myself endeared by your insistence that I am deserving of your trust Kenna, but the truth is that on some level it is not you who can decide whether I am trustworthy or not. Even if you say that I have permission to look into your soul the fact is that I did this without permission beforehand, and did so without a pressing need. Worse, I did it for nothing more than for my own entertainment. Saying that I have permission would not remove the fact that beforehand I was willing to cast aside concepts such as privacy for the sake of my amusement." Itori didn't show any sign of anger, sorrow or disgust at herself: above everything else she looked displeased, as if she expected better of herself. "What possibly makes it worse is that this is not unusual for my kind. Most creatures have an inherent flaw in their desires, habits and behaviour. Just as humans will keep expanding their territory regardless of whether it would be sustainable or not, and dwarves have a deep seathed distrust for wielders of magic even if their intentions are noble, so is it natural for kitsune to see other creatures as playthings even if those creatures are on the same level of sentience and can feel just as strongly as us.

    Of course these flaws are not impossible to overcome: there are humans who are content with their lot in life, and there are dwarves who befriend mages or even learn to wield magic other than what they put inside their metal and stone. But these traits are persistent, and if one slips up they can find themselves falling back into them. The fact that this happened to me means that it would be untruthful to say that I am above reproach or doubt, since it shows I have yet to completely subdue that... innate disregard."


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    Post by Aura on 24th April 2019, 2:34 pm

    A deep sigh escaped her body as she softly shook her head, looking Itori straight in the eyes. ”That's very mortal of you, Itori. Look, you've probably been around far longer than anyone here currently on Earthland, so it's only natural that you've come to control it… but letting go once in a while for one's true nature isn't all that bad. True, you might want to contain that in the future, but as you know, I don't mind… and I probably never will. Kenna started, dropping a short silence as she tried to pick her words carefully. However the words came as rashly as one would expect from her; without thinking. ”In fact, I think I have to admit I even like it a bit, seeing this teasing, mischievous side of you around me. Because it's not only a racial trait, Itori… everyone has those emotions. I do too. Perhaps you just forgot yours because you've been around for so long, feeling obliged to yourself to be better than your kin. The fact you worry the way you do makes you better than them, but don't abolish yourself over it. You're better than that.” her hand brushed along her pale complexion, ever so gently as a smile crept unto her face. God she loved those vermillion eyes. ”I like seeing you like that. I want to know more about you, learn more about you… the good and the bad sides. See how you show those little desires and whims without you trying restrain them; you don't need to with me…. I hope you know that.”

    Her fingers slowly slid down Itori's cheek, reluctantly letting go of her skin's soft touch to rejoin the rest of Kenna's body on the bed. ”But that's merely what I think about it in the end. I don't wish to stray you from your belief and will respect your point of view on the matter, it's… I just… I’d hate to see you break yourself down about it.” she admitted softly, averting her gaze to stare at the side of the bed when a soft blush ran through her cheeks. A random thought crossed her mind at that point, one both on its place, and at the same time it was not. The demoness didn't want to stay down and laze about in bed, even though it was the severe stiffness and sore sensation with every movement she made that were actually keeping her bed-ridden. As if  she'd gotten a heavy work-out session in the day before without even bothering to stretch. Stubborn as she was Kenna made a second attempt at getting up again, biting her lip as her muscles protested, and even pushing through if Itori were to try and make her lay down again. It was a struggle to get up again, but she actually managed after some unceremonious flailing, now sitting up and sliding her legs off the edge of the bed. From this position she could properly see the white-haired vixen, all of her rather than the bit that was taller than the side of her bed.

    ”So this is the one…” A deep, double voice suddenly cut through the silence in Kenna's mind, questioning, yet stating at the same time. It startled the white-haired maiden, who physically perked as soon as she heard the voice. ”Akhator…,” Kenna started within her thoughts, falling silent as she gazed at Itori, smiling tenderly as she did. There was a kind of pressure coming from the fire god inside her that only she could feel; one that demanded an answer to his words. And Kenna knew she had to reply, if not for him then for herself. It wasn't that she could hide her emotions for him anyway, he already knew how she felt and for whom she felt. All he wanted was to hear her say it in his presence. Admit it. ”Yes. Yes she is.” Kenna muttered mentally, averting her gaze to stare at her feet. When she gazed down the demoness realised she was still wearing, or rather, not wearing much clothing… in fact, she still wore the clothes she had back during the ritual, conveniently laying across her body as such that it covered her chest just enough. Rather than to cover up more the demoness just started blushing heavily, intensifying her stare upon the floor when realising Itori now had a perfect view of most of her upper body. Akhator, feeling the embarassment and torrent of feelings rushing through his vessel's mind, chuckled softly. So she was serious about this after all. ”I see. Well then… spirit fox,” he suddenly directed his mental speech towards Itori, having felt her ‘eavesdropping’ on the conversation through her natural skills- or so he presumed them to be. He didn't mention it to his unknowing vessel if she was, and instead expanded his reach as such that Kenna could feel him addressing her as well. ”You better take care of this little one. She’s far more frail than she allows herself to be.” he spoke, and Kenna reared her head to retort to his statement almost instinctively, like a child speaking up to its older sibling's teasing. ”Am not!”

    She startled when a small flame the size of her palm suddenly materialised beside the two of them, floating in mid-air and constantly flickering as Akhator spoke. It was apparent that the fire god tried to visualize itself for the twosome, if only for a little while without wasting too much energy. ”Ahka… it's been long since you last did that.” Kenna nearly whispered, knowing that the fire god would only materialise in moments he found extremely important or deemed worthy of his presence… and up until now, there had been awfully little of those moments. If to say at all, easily to be counted on a single hand. For the demoness, this meant more to her than one could possible imagine, and even got emotional over it, rubbing her eyes to try and keep tears from gathering within them. For the fire god however, there was more to it. Although he seemed to be bantering with Kenna about random, even trivial things, he simultaneously invaded the kitsune's mind, with the intent of delivering a message only meant for her to be heard. And this was the only way to bring it to her without Kenna knowing about it. He wasn't fond of other divinities, but for her he wished to make an exception. ”So Fox, it seems she finally bloomed again thanks to you.” Akhator started, trying to hide the hints of disdain when addressing Itori. It was a strange combination with the affection in his booming voice when he was talking about Kenna. ”For that I must thank you, however reluctantly. I didn't think she'd ever allow herself to return like this when that Earth Slayer kid died… but it seems you managed. But broken as she once was, she can become again; you can make and break her. So I want to know your intentions, Fox. Are they genuine, or do you only intend to play with her until you're satisfied?” Time seemed to have slowed down as soon as Akhator had started speaking to her, in the small flame a bust and visage could be seen for a short moment, first staring at Itori and then slowly shifting its gaze towards Kenna, seemingly saddened. ”Listen,” Akhator’s disdain faded into what seemed to be a plea riddled with a threatening vibe. ”She may not look like it, but there's more going on inside that child than you could possibly imagine. Than you could see during the day of the ritual. Your memories may be too vast to course through in one such moment, in contrast Kenna's could all be seen with one fell swoop… if it weren't for me. I kept them from your eyes and mind, Fox, because I'll only allow those to know that she actually tells it to. Vital information. A single wrong move may destroy everything she once was and is trying to become. She trusts you, so that's why I'm telling you this. And also why I'm warning you. I will not allow you to break her. If you cannot be true to her or yourself… then break ties with her now. Leave her life so now I can still mend the damage… or stay. But if you stay, and you end up breaking her…” his voice had returned to a vicious, threatening hiss as time started moving naturally again, his voice fading within the spirit fox's mind. ”Not even your immortality will save you…”




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    Post by Itori on 27th April 2019, 10:24 pm

    The comment about acting mortal caught Itori off guard, but other than that she already had a pretty good idea of what Kenna was going to say before the princess said it. Not that she minded it: she appreciated that Kenna was so supportive and encouraging, trying to get the kitsune to accept the fact that she pulled such a trick. However as she had stated before this wasn't something which could just be waved away. If she'd done it after Kenna had given permission to look into her head it wouldn't have been a problem at all, which also meant that techically the fire mage wasn't the one who could give the seven-tails absolution.

    But holding such a position in an argument wouldn't get them anywhere. The both of them had a good idea of the situation and each other's position in it, trying to convince one another would most likely just end in frustration. Kenna thought it was good that Itori had breached the sanctity of her mind for the sake of messing around, Itori thought that some things were too important to violate them without good reason.

    When she felt the warm hand against her cheek she lightly pushed her head against it, her vermilion eyes closing briefly before resuming their gaze into Kenna's own golden eyes.

    "If you have no objections to granting me access to your mind and soul there is little reason for me not to make use of that permission, especially after what we have already been through. Although if you say that you want me to display my mischievous side to you... You have to realize that with a kitsune daring them to not hold back on their affinity for trickery can result in your life becoming quite a bit more confusing." As she said this she gave a small smile, looking a lot like a smirk. She might have a lot more self control than most and a liking for slow-paced and calm things but even so it was difficult for a fox to completely lose their pendant for toying with others, especially if being openly dared to do so.

    Of course that thought was pushed aside by a sensation of alarm when Kenna once again tried to get up. Itori tried to firmly push her back down onto the bed but it appeared that this time around the fire mage was going to keep trying until she succeeded, so rather than start an entire struggle over it the seven-tailed siren eventually gave in and instead tried her best to help Kenna get up in a manner which would put minimal strain on her body. It might be time to repair the rest of th damage using magic, now that the demoness's soul and body had time to process everything that happened. One of the issues of being too eager to apply healing magic was that if you didn't give people time to respond to being wounded it could result in confusion and a body which didn't properly respond to harm.

    She wondered what Kenna was planning to do, but once more her thoughts were pushed aside by new ones as she heard the mysterious voice inside of the demoness speak up. It wasn't the corruption, which had safely been removed. This was a voice the kitsune had heard before which appeared to play an important role in her beloved's being, so she listened attentively to the conversation held between the two entities before her who shared a body. She was surprised that the hidden entity would show interest in Kenna's love life, although she only outwardly responded by smiling back at the fair-skinned beauty before her. While the lack of clothes made for an interesting sight it appeared that the vixen was more invested in staring at Kenna's face, although one of her tails did stealthily brush along the bare stomach before quickly retreating again.

    Although her amiable demeanour was put to the test when the spirit inside Kenna addressed her directly. From what she had head in the past this entity had been trying to look after Kenna, which was why the fox wasn't immediately hostile towards a warning to take good care of her. It was understandable that after guarding someone's back you didn't want to entrust them to someone who'd be much more careless about it. When her beloved protested against the statement regarding her frailty Itori raised one hand to stroke the demoness's hair with a fond smile.

    It was when Akhator invaded her mind and began to really lay into her that the kitsune began to lose some of her patience. Outwardly it only showed by her smile becoming a little stiff, her tails lightly twitching behind her, but as Akhator kept talking and kept making it clear that he didn't actually have much trust or respect for Itori the fox's mind slowly became colder. However she let the entity finish speaking, not wanting to interrupt him in case he had some important information to give. However as he spoke she inspected his being thoroughly, and when he tried to pull back out of her mind he'd find that the infinite ocean that was her soul was stretching out in all directions around him with no sign of an exit in sight.

    "I understand your concern for Kenna and I will do my best to treat her well. She is very dear to me and I would much rather harm myself than her, especially knowing that she is vulnerable and might not be able to recover. I have lived a long life and experienced many things, so if needed I would gladly take the pain upon myself as I know how to process it and let it pass afterwards.

    However even if I respect your desire to protect her you must understand that it is unbecoming of an entity such as yourself fot speak with such disdain and hostility towards someone who has already made it clear that they hold no ill intentions and has actively worked to the betterment of the one you are protecting. Beyond that I feel that even though your motives are laudable my connection with Kenna is something to be discussed between the two of us, not something you threaten me about behind her back."


    Her soul felt as if it was emanating the chill of the grave, Akhator's being assaulted by a cold which was unnaturally sharp. "I shall do my best to make her happy and look after her well being as I have done so far and beyond, but I hope that next time we meet it can be done with less pretentious mannerisms." With that Akhator was unceremoniously shoved out of Itori's mind, the cold leaving him as suddenly as it had arrived.

    Outwardly Itori had been silent for a while now, but finally leaned forward so her forehead brushed against Kenna's. "I must admit that I found your true appearance quite endearing. I would not have expected myself to approve of demon horns but they reminded me that stylish additions can only enhance a beautiful face." While she was speaking the truth she was also trying to get a bit of a rise out of Kenna, given that the heiress had made it clear that she liked it when Itori allowed herself a bit of mischief. And teasing people never went out of style.

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    Post by Aura on 6th May 2019, 3:04 pm

    The sharp cold that suddenly overtook the soul-bound fire god came as a surprise, like a pressing grip he couldn't seem to shake off. His surprise overtook him even more when he realised that said cold was emanating from the kitsune’s soul and was perfectly holding him in check. It all but bettered the fire god's mood regarding the entire situation, but the fact she was willing to take him head on for not trusting her did show how serious she was about it; a way to back up her words with deeds. That was something Akhator could appreciate, even if he still wasn't all too fond of other divine beings regardless. He would sit it out with this one. But just as easily as he had invaded Itori’s mind, he was kicked back out and forced to return, giving him little chance to retort to her last argument. Little did she know that it was exactly because of her showing she meant well that he was so opposed to it. He was a Creator, a God, but reading minds was something he could not… or at least, no longer do. The last one who'd “meant well” with Kenna had been the reason of her demise, and if anything, he wanted to make sure history didn't repeat itself a second time. Yet the vigor with which she seemed to defend her statement, the way she acted towards Kenna… it paled at Cain’s actions. Akhator could only hope. As he faded away in his martial form as well, the small flame fluttering and extinguishing as it booped against Kenna's head, the soul-bound Fire God cursed softly. Showing all these human emotions was unbefitting of one of his stature, yet here he was, worrying like a petty fool, baring his fangs at whatever tried to take Kenna away from him. Oh how pitiful he'd become…

    ”Akhator, where are you going?” Kenna muttered in confusion when the flame booped her forehead, but only got a whispered reply before it completely faded. “Going back, kiddo, don't worry.” She stared softly at the embers that still fluttered around and away from her, her brow folding in a visible frown before shifting her gaze to beyond the embers, to the person that sparked figurative embers within her. Itori had been silent for a while now while she had been messing with Akhator's flame form, and was about to tilt her head slightly and ask what was on the kitsune's mind when Itori leant forward. The pleasant heat emanating from the vixen’s forehead against hers, along with those beautiful vermillion eyes gazing straight into her own pulled a blush to color the demoness’ pale complexion. The subtle teasing compliment that Itori uttered afterwards hit home hard, enhancing the blush to a full-fledged flushed face, the princess’ eyes gazing up and away again in the vermillion orbitals she'd so gladly drown in. She mumbled something inaudible in her embarrassment, and looked up again surprisingly shyly, trying her hardest not to focus on Itori's pink lips. The white-haired demoness could just lean back and try to squirm her way out of the embarrassment, but she much more preferred staying close to the spiritual maiden. ”I-... you really like them…?” she asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question to soothe her own mind than to seek confirmation from the woman who'd captivated her heart this much… because Kenna knew that Itori wouldn't say anything she didn't mean.

    She leant back only slightly, allowing the small flames to surge atop her forehead like two small cyclones, revealing the two long horns once they faded away. The princess’ eyes had gained their crimson hue once more, but this time around the irises showed hints of gold within them too, like gentle sparkles in a red sunset. Deep inside the demoness couldn't help but feel exhilarated about the fact that Itori actually liked her true form more. Still coming to terms with the events and what to show in public and what not were things that bothered her greatly; there were still many a person out there who did not take kindly to the demon race, even though she was learning that even among demons there were variantions in clans and regions. Even among her own race she was shunned and hated for being what she was; impure and of mortal birth. So having someone accept her for who she was and actually like her for it was something Kenna needed the most right now. Acceptance, and if fate would allow it, the warmth of a loving embrace. One she was hoping to find with the white-haired kitsune.

    Honestly, she wanted to kiss Itori again. As in right now, this instant; but she knew better than to fall for temptations like that. Or at least, that was what the demoness was trying to make herself believe. In truth she was just too damn shy and too damn doubtful to make that specific move. Was it a thrill of the moment-kinda thing? Itori did kiss her back after all, so she must've felt the same… right? No? Maybe? The demoness sighed softly and averted her gaze again, looking a bit sad as her mind got busy overthinking what had happened in the dream realm. She had to stop thinking but being the worry-wart she was, Kenna couldn't, and ended up pulling things out of proportion within the confinments of her thoughts. Yet when she looked up again by accident, her worries froze solid. There was a sense of warmth within Itori's eyes that she couldn't quite explain, but it eased her mind whenever she gazed into them. Maybe that was the reason that she liked looking into people's eyes… why she loved gazing into these eyes in particular. Eyes that had seen more than she could guess, and with it held more wisdom than she could ever imagine. In fact, she wanted those eyes to look at her and only her… if only for a while.

    Kenna moved and cringed as another jolt of pain tore through her muscles, making them cramp up at a steady pace. She bit her lip softly and waited for the wave of pain to lessen before speaking up again after the long silence, her feet wiggling alongside the edge of the bed. ”Uhm… Itori, I know I shouldn't but… would you,” She seemed annoyed for asking what she was about to ask, but if anything she'd at least want to spend today a bit more mobile than she was now. And that included demanding a request from the source of her affection she otherwise wouldn't ask. ”Can you please do something about this pain in my muscles? It doesn't have to be much or anything, but I'd just like to spend the time with you in a more enjoyable state than this… rather than cramping up with every inch I move.” Kenna asked, ready to expect a no. She ended unconsciously pulling a great pair of puppy-dog eyes on Itori. ”Please?”




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    Post by Itori on 10th May 2019, 8:41 am

    It was a relief when the demon didn't try anything after he was forcibly ejected from Itori's mind. As annoyed as she was at his attitude she did acknowledge that he was acting out of concern for Kenna, and since he was a part of her being it also wouldn't do to establish a bad relationship with him. She just hoped that in the future he would be more agreeable. While Itori prided herself on being reasonable and avoiding conflict where possible she also wasn't a doormat, which could make things tricky if the bound soul kept an aggressive attitude in future encounters.

    That said she put the minor confrontation behind her as she instead focused on Kenna. It looked like the princess was also somewhat confused by Akhator's behaviour, even if she wasn't aware of what exactly had just happened. Staring into Kenna's golden eyes Itori smiled as she saw that her teasing compliment had hit home. The fiery heiress was always a rather energetic and passionate person: watching her get flustered was adorable and the kitsune had to admit that she could keep flirting like this for a long time before she'd get tired of it. Although there was something to be said for spreading it out to savour each occurrence...

    "Of course I do. They are quite elegant and smooth to the touch, not to mention the combination of red with gold complements those eyes of yours." She could also tell that her beloved asked more for herself than to hear Itori's answer, but the seven-tailed fox was more than eager to answer affirmatively, and only partially because she suspected doing so would elicit another blush from the beautiful demoness.

    Watching Kenna return to her true form the spiritual vixen smiled, voicing her approval of the princess's appearance with her gaze alone. She herself wasn't fond of demons, and she was aware of discrimination, so she could imagine that Kenna might have issues with revealing her true self to random strangers. After all most demons were of the type that they would cause misery and misfortune to those who crossed their path, so for most mortal races there was a mostly justified dislike of fiends and other types of hellspawn. The fact that Kenna was an outlier, a demon who had no incentive to stir up trouble amongst the creatures of Earthland, was both fortunate and unfortunate. Itori, who could see into the soul and heart of beings, had a relatively easy time dismissing her own dislike of demons when it came to Kenna because she had looked into her beloved's soul and seen that it was indeed so unalike those twisted monsters who'd inflict suffering for their own entertainment. Most others would have a harder time accepting that Kenna wasn't like the majority of demons.

    But that just meant that Itori had to be all the more supportive. Now that she wasn't letting her perspective be tainted by a distrust of anything demonic she was completely honest when she said that Kenna's true form was beautiful. Hair as white and lustrous as her own, and fiery crimson eyes which were lit up by little sparks of gold. Combined with the rest of Kenna... A less restrained kitsune might have licked their lips.

    When she noticed that the princess was still feeling the pain of having her body be pushed way past what it could safely handle Itori placed a hand on the fire mage's shoulder to help steady and support her so she wouldn't have to move as much. That she had woken up after three days of sleep was a good sign, it showed that Kenna was on the path of recovery. But it would take a bit longer before she'd be in good condition again, and the spiritualist stated as such. "I understand your desire to be up and about now that you are finally awake, but you must rest as much as possible."

    She tilted her head when the other woman asked for something, making it clear that she herself was aware it wasn't the soundest of requests even if that did not stop her. Itori thought she had a good idea of what the request would be anyway, a thought which was confirmed as Kenna asked to be healed. Itori's first thought was to say no, as there wasn't a pressing need for Kenna to be fully mobile and she preferred erring on the side of caution when it came to not messing with someone's nerve system. However her beloved demonic friend hadn't asked for complete negation of the pain, but merely to lighten the load a little. She let her expression settle into one of thoughtfulness as she contemplated her options, until finally she nodded slowly. "I believe I can facilitate that request. Please do not move."

    With that said Itori leaned forward once more, her seven tails spread out behind her as she placed her hands on both of Kenna's shoulders (gently, of course) and looked into those crimson eyes as she began to weave a rather elaborate spell. She didn't want to throw around powerful healing magic when it wasn't completely necessary, so instead she'd do something a bit more complicated which would at the same time allow her to monitor her patient closely.

    As the spell developed Kenna would feel her pain fading away, her body becoming a bit lighter as some of the stress put upon it was softened. At the end of the process she would still feel that her body wasn't in optimal condition, but it was a detached feeling, as if it was a memory rather than something she was feeling right now.

    Itori meanwhile frowned briefly before her expression became calm once more and she straightened up. Her ears twitched and she flexed the fingers on one hand before nodding in satisfaction. "That should be sufficient. It is better for both the body and the soul if wounds are healed naturally, so I have only restored your body so far as is needed for you to be able to move about without putting undue stress upon yourself. Beyond that I have linked your sensory input to mine, effectively allowing me to keep an eye on your condition by feeling your pain as my own." She had to admit that it wasn't the most pleasant of sensations, but it was well within what she could tolerate. And this way Kenna's body would still react appropriately to the stress: with Itori's skill it wasn't too difficult to make the body think that it was still sending the right messages to Kenna's brain and receiving the correct responses, even if it was Itori's mind that had taken over the task.

    "So, now that you can once again move, do you have any suggestions what you wish to do now? Personally I would suggest having a meal: neither of us has eaten in the last three days, and nutrients are an important part of recovering healthily."

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    Post by Aura on 18th November 2019, 3:02 pm

    The kitsune seemed to revel in teasing her quite a bit, or at the very least enjoyed watching her embarrassed face. It was something about her eyes, that subtle sparkle they had about them that gave the woman away, and for some reason it delighted the demoness to see her do so. At the same time though, it made her nervous as well, wondering which feelings fueled that need to tease. Was it just a kitsune's trickster nature finally surfacing, or was there more to it? A deeper meaning. It was that insecurity about it all that made it harder for Kenna to properly reason on what had passed not too long ago. On what had happened during all those times before, when it was just the two of them alone. Yes, she was still afraid to lose if she dared like someone more than just on friendly terms. But then again, this fluttering feeling in her stomach was something she had yearned for to feel again. And, well… those eyes looking at her now she'd dropped her guise for her true demonic self was one that would make even the coldest of hearts stutter. It was safe to say that the demoness' blush was going places right now. Viciously red places. Yet embarrassed as she may be, there was this small smile playing on her lips that showed she was actually enjoying it. The compliment especially.

    So when she finally got over the initial embarrassment and asked what had been bothering her, Itori's reply was less denying than expected. Although she'd just told her to take it easy due to the pain she was still in, asking for at least a little bit more help was something her beloved actually agreed to. Itori was contemplating the idea, probably thinking of a way to help her, and soon enough settled on something. She noticed it by the look in her eyes, that clever gleam that crossed her face whenever she had an idea. It was something the demoness had learnt to notice, and frankly, she was happy that she was finally managing to read her partner more thoroughly, even if the kitsune was a blank canvas most of the time. Itori placed her hands upon Kenna's shoulders, and almost instantly she felt how magic was gathering around Itori in a way only she could pull off. Although the link was still faintly present, the intricate magic signature she was creating and connecting between them was something the demoness hadn't seen before. She did well to mentally take note of it, and remember as much of it as she could. If anything, she could ask Itori for the details again later.

    And the more she focused on remembering the design, the more her pain started fading, slowly, until what she was feeling was nothing more than a phantom of what it once had been. The pain that remained was faint, but there was still a slight bit of strain on her body and muscles, be it not enough to bother her. Safe to say, the white-haired demoness was delighted. This was more than she'd been hoping for that Itori would do for her… and at the same time this was exactly what she expected. It showed her how much she was willing to do for her, and that thought alone made Kenna smile. Like Itori she too stretched her fingers, turned her body as to purposely trigger the muscles that felt the most strained earlier, and felt that even those were negligible. Itori's frown however hadn't escaped her, and a knot of worry formed in her stomach as she started overthinking again. Even when the frown disappeared the worry remained, and her suspicions seemed true when the vixen explained her what she had done. "Itori…" she let a short pause fall before continuing, her gaze not leaving the white-haired kitsune's eyes. "Please don't push yourself for my sake. I know you're stronger than me at this point, but that doesn't mean I like to see you in pain either, as ironically as that may sound after this request… but… thank you." she said sincerely. It was the least she could say. If she'd notice too much of her own pain reflected within the kitsune's expressions she'd immediately ask for the pain to be transferred back to her. But until then she couldn't help but be a bit selfish about enjoying her free movement again. If only for a little.

    Now she was 'fit' again, the kitsune asked a very essential question; what would they do now? A simple suggestion was the first thing she brought up; having something to eat. After all, she had been asleep for three days straight, and by the looks of it Itori too hadn't left her side during all this time. As if to empathise Itori's suggestion, Kenna's stomach growled loudly, leaving the demoness with an embarrassed look. ”I, uh… heh, I think that might be a very good idea.” Honestly, she hadn't even noticed or realised the fact that she's gone three days without food until Itori had mentioned it. If she hadn't, the demoness would've most-likely remained oblivious to it even when her stomach would start to growl. Dinner it was! But first, a mental debriefing of the fact that she had still been wearing the same things as she had three days earlier… and getting really conscious about it in the end. Kind as it was, it only added to the embarrassment, although that probably wasn't the hardest thing presenting itself upon her plate at this moment. "Let me just freshen up and change into something else first then." she said, carefully hopping off her bed. She felt slightly weakened due to the lack of sustenance, but her legs held out and didn't buckle. Good. At least one solid victory. A sideway glance was all she gave Itori as further explanation, together with a smile. "I know just the place for us to go to once I'm done. And don't worry, I won't take too long." Kenna added surprisingly chipper and cheerfully for someone who'd just awoken after three days of constant slumber. Gods, Itori's magic really did wonders.

    Now she was certain her legs would hold, she made her way towards the other side of her room, pulled open a drawer and started rummaging through it until she found what she was looking for. A new outfit, surprisingly warm despite its chilly appearance; a pair of black pants and off-white halter top with a black brassiere. When she opened the drawer with undergarments she startled when reaching out to her chosen piece. Out of the blue it disintegrated in the very palm of her hand, gone without a physical trace, only a faint magical one that lingered. Kenna frowned. She was quite certain this was not something she could've done. A subtle glance towards Itori made sure that she too did not seem to be the one causing it. And although this should've been alarming, the demoness paid less heed to it than she should've otherwise done. After all, someone was waiting for her, and she was starving. Shrugging at the matter at hand, Kenna closed her drawers again and grabbed her dark brown, laced leather boots and walked off to her bathroom for a quick shower. Doing that, along with getting dressed and drying her hair --hurray for the convenience that was fire magic-- barely took her 10 minutes, and she appeared before the vixen again in all her dressed, stomach-growling glory. "Sorry for the wait, I'm all set to go." she smiled, taking the kitsune's hand and dragging her along. Even if said 'dragging along' was more her opening a portal that directly lead towards one of the many squares in Ace of Spades.

    The portal opened quietly, and a few curious eyes looked their way as the twosome stepped through it. She could see some frowning, while others gave a nod in greeting once realising who the two were. After the events with the Elders, all were more on edge when it came to sudden appearances of things. Which in fact, she entirely agreed with. Kenna nodded back in greeting, making the smallest of formalities before leading then further like a trained bloodhound. She knew where to go, and was very keen on getting there as soon as possible before the hunger got to her even more. Her destination? A quaint little café that offered a fair amount of dishes for the hungry of heart and body. One of the waiters recognised Kenna and gestured her to follow, which the white-haired heir eagerly did without ever letting go of Itori's hand. They were seated at a small table in the corner of the terrace, a but more remote allowing for the right amount of privacy without staff forgetting they were still there. A gentle summer-sun shone upon their table, and Kenna revelled in its warmth, visibly relaxed. "I suspect it's the usual, Kenna?" The waiter asked, more out of courtesy than out of the need to know. She came here whenever she had some free time on her hands, and her orders mostly entailed the same. Nodding, Kenna flipped through her menu, and suddenly looked as if she was about to make the most important decision of her life. "Althouuugh… could you add an extra serving of grilled chicken to that? Vegetable garden and all." The waiter rose an eyebrow and shook his head, seemingly amused by the Sabertooth guildmaster's request. "An extra serving of vegetable garden it is, then. And what would you like to order, miss?" The waiter asked after scribbling down Kenna's order, patiently waiting till Itori had ordered her fill. Kenna made sure to add that everything was on her today, hoping it would keep the kitsune from holding back. When Itori too had ordered, the waiter took his leave, only returning to bring then their drinks, and that their meals would be served soon. When he was properly out of sight, Kenna grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for dragging you off here so suddenly, but this place is just amazing. Not as big or fancy as the restaurants closer to the center of the city, but they definitely score high on their food. It's the reason I ended up coming here so often, and it kinda ended up in me becomings regular." she chuckled, taking a sip of her water. She silenced for a moment, giving ample time for Itori to tell something of herself, or reply to anything said. Then, Kenna put her glass back down and looked into the vixen's crimson eyes. "How are you feeling though, Itori? I've been asleep for three days apparently so I didn't really have the time to ask yet, but… after all of that, purifying that corruption, and Nemesis… are you feeling okay?" The question was a serious one. Kenna was genuinely curious and concerned of what effects the entire ordeal had had on her beloved.






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    Post by Itori on 19th November 2019, 4:45 pm

    It pleased Itori greatly to see that Kenna didn't actually mind the teasing, in fact appearing to enjoy it on some level (although that could also just be the fact that the teasing came in the form of compliments). Old as the kitsune was she wasn't as impulsive as one might expect from her kin. Nonetheless she still appreciated the opportunity to play around a little from time to time, especially if it was with someone so close to her with whom she could share both her affection and care as well as her more tricksome side.

    The unpleasant sensation she got from sharing Kenna's pain was also quickly becoming more bearable. The beginning was always the most unpleasant as the mind suddenly had to switch gears to respond to the nerve signals. Once the kitsune had a little bit of time to adapt the pain turned into something that nagged at the back of her mind, difficult to get rid of but relatively easy to ignore. Although she could tell that Kenna wasn't necessarily happy with this arrangement, as the kitsune hadn't expected the demoness to be.

    In fact this idea somewhat depended on Kenna not being entirely happy with it. Not that Itori would phrase it like that out loud: she was keenly aware that people could take that kind of sentence entirely the wrong way. Being so old had its benefits but it also meant you had to keep in mind that other people with a shorter perspective could interpret what you said in ways you might not anticipate.

    As such the white-tailed fox just gave a gentle smile, with perhaps a hint of amusement in it. She put the hand she had been flexing back on Kenna's shoulder to join the other one, which allowed her to have a good idea of what was going on inside her beloved's heart. And her mind, especially thanks to the link. "Do not worry about it too much Kenna. I have lived a long time and experienced many things: a small amount of pain is easily borne. That having been said I decided upon using this method to grant your request because I know you do not wish me harm. By sharing your pain I can allow you to move while you still have motivation to not overburden your body. I believe this to be the most ideal solution currently, as while I could simply restore your body to its optimal self doing such a thing carry risks in and of itself."

    She would explain exactly what she meant by that after they'd moved, as Kenna had already spent three days in bed and clearly didn't want to stay in it for any longer if she could avoid it. The fox's smile became visibly amused now, although definitely not with any malice or condescension. Leaning back she pulled her hands back as well so the demon heiress could finally get out of bed and get herself dressed. The kitsune would stand up and head towards the middle of the room, inspecting the plateau upon which she'd purified Kenna's soul while the demoness got to work getting herself cleaned up and dressed. As she now shared Kenna's sensory input she could tell what movements the demoness was making but also how her body was responding to it. While her beloved friend was still as lively as always it seemed she was managing to keep the stress on her body to a minimum.

    When Kenna was finished with her preparations Itori turned back to face the other woman, the kitsune dressed in her standard outfit: a long pleated red skirt, a golden obi sash around her waist and a white kimono jacket with wide semi-detached sleeves. An outfit which could almost be considered ordinary, at least in the lands of Midi. In Fiore it was somewhat outlandish but still rather mundane once you got used to it. Which suited Itori just fine, since it was comfortable and it didn't draw any more attention to herself than her ears and tail already did. And her magic for those who could sense that kind of thing.

    "You look good, both in health and in appearance." It seemed that the rather momentous event hadn't left any lasting physical marks on the demoness. Or maybe it was just a fiend's traditional vitality?

    Taking Kenna's hand she followed her beloved through the portal into Ace of Spades, quickly orienting herself in the familiar city. She gave a smile and a nod to the surrounding citizens, who quickly relaxed once they realized who the two were that had appeared out of nowhere. Kenna was an important figure in Sabertooth, the guild which was known for protecting this city in times of need, and Itori had a habit of spending more time within this city than in the confines of the guild hall, helping people out where she could.

    As Kenna led the way Itori got a good suspicion of where the demoness was heading, her suspicions confirmed when eventually they were standing in front of a café that Itori had frequented before, although she had to admit that she usually prefered The Red Dragon Inn. Perhaps that was simply familiarity, since she couldn't remember having any complaints about the quality of the food in this establishment either.

    It looked like the demon heiress was even more familiar with the place, as she quickly got the two of them a good seat where they could speak without having to worry about being interrupted or perhaps even overheard by the wrong kind of person. Not that the terrace was that crowded. Or that the people of Ace of Spades couldn't be trusted.

    She gave another smile as Kenna showed such familiarity with the place that the waiters already had a good idea of what she would order. The kitsune herself took her own menu and flipped through it, although her flawless memory meant she could have ordered just as easily without it. Sometimes she wondered how many of her behaviour patterns she'd just become used to even though they served no purpose beyond making her appear more similar to other creatures.

    Knowing that the fiery mage was footing the bill Itori ordered enough to make for a solid meal, although it was still less than she might otherwise have ordered. Her unique metabolism meant that the only real limit to how much she might eat at any given time was the amount of resources and time available to her. She certainly didn't doubt that Kenna could have afforded it, but it was simply rude to empty out a café, especially on someone else's wallet. Her meal was rather diverse, although there was a distinct leaning towards meat.

    Nodding in thanks as the waiter brought them their drinks Itori made herself comfortable in her seat as she gave a small shake of her head in response to Kenna's attempts at apologizing. "I would have been more concerned if you did not show at least this much urgency in acquiring some good food. Being in a coma might slow down your metabolism but your body still remembers what it wants and needs." With a quick glance she looked around at the café before returning her vermilion eyes to Kenna. "I have eaten here before myself. The food is definitely of good quality, although I believe I still prefer what The Red Dragon Inn has to offer." Leaving her drink untouched for now she took a small breath before continuing. "As I said earlier there is a good reason why I did not restore your body to the point that you would no longer feel pain. Simply put if you become used to being healed on an instinctual level it can cause unfavourable changes in how you react to being wounded, prime of which being a reduced reaction to being wounded. You can most likely imagine how that could prove to be disastrous. While this is not an insurmountable obstacle the easiest path is to minimze the amount of magical healing you receive."

    The question about how she was feeling wasn't exactly unexpected, although maybe she hadn't been thinking that Kenna would immediately get to the root of the matter. Looking back into Kenna's lovely eyes the kitsune appeared calm, if a bit thoughtful as she was considering how to answer. "Truthfully? I believe I am all right. It is hardly the first time that I have been forced to use extreme measures against corruption, although I must admit that this case was definitely the most intense. Nevertheless you should not worry about me Kenna. The corruption has been dealt with, and as you saw at the end Nemesis was nothing more than shallow malice without purpose."

    Raising her tails she displayed all seven of them behind herself, only two short of the full nine that would make her a creature of myth. Itori's expression became... genuinely pleased, more so than her usual gentle smile of contentness. "In fact I might argue that I came out of it better than before. Each new tail carries greater changes with it. The difference between five tails and seven tails is already substantial, even if it does not penetrate the barrier that separates the mortal from the divine such as the obtaining of a ninth tail does."

    Lowering her tails back down so they wouldn't get in the way or stand out too much the kitsune returned the question to Kenna. "But how do you feel Kenna? I am confident that I have managed to completely erase the corruption and Nemesis, but both as the one who is looking after your recovery and one who is close to you it is important for me to know how you feel."

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    She waited till Itori had finished speaking entirely, giving her words some thought, allowing them to process through her mind so she could reply in proper fashion. Although she ended up speaking without giving her own words more thought; be they not rashly spoken, but it were the first things that came to mind. "Reacting to pain… heh." She chuckled softly as memories of yore returned to her. "That reminds me of the time where I had just joined Sabertooth and met Mashyuu in Golden Rodger's tomb. I admit I was rather ignorant back then, even getting myself slashed by a skeleton… and pierced by a gigantic earthen spike…," A pause fell as she mentally scrolled through another few of similar events pertaining her getting pierced, stabbed or otherwise mortally wounded while on jobs. "Gods, I get hurt a lot, don't I?" A rhetorical question, but she knew that if she were to ask such a question to others, people would point out how rash she usually was, especially during emergencies. And although she was rather resilient to superficial wounds and fatigue, the amount of near-death situations she'd been through within the past few years was on a rather high scale compared to seasoned veterans thrice her age. More than anything her selfless behavior was more of a danger than the life-risking situations she'd been getting herself into as of late. She herself was the danger to her own being rather than monsters or the weaponry of her foes.

    "No wonder I died! And I mean, that wasn't even my fault either! Just a case of being somewhere at wrong place, at wrong time. Guess I should be happy those scars actually healed when I awakened to my demon genes, because those were just downright ugly…" Usually she was impartial to physical wounds leaving scars on her body, but the ones she'd received that caused her death as Ageha Mohra were ones she'd become extremely conscious about. Both before and after her awakening those two gunshot wounds had been a thorn in her side. Before her awakening she'd always hid the wound on her forehead underneath well-kept bangs to make sure nobody saw, whereas the one on her chest was more easily hidden underneath the right set of clothes. Once her demonic genes had finally triggered her body to return to its old state before her revival, it had done away with all of her old scars, yet somehow the consciousness about them being there, or even reappearing, remained. So when the silence fell and remained for a tad bit longer than she intended to, Kenna shook her head. "Well anyway, keeping all those previous escapades in mind… I guess you could say I'm doing surprisingly fine right now. Sore muscles are the least of my worries, and I haven't slept that soundly in days, really-" There was this trickster sparkle in her eyes as she spoke those last words, the grin accompanying it showing she was joking around while the situation was in fact needing her to be serious. She knew that, regardless, she still did it. Hide behind the jokes and unnecessary smart-ass remarks.

    The smile remained as they were interrupted by a waiter bringing them their ordered dishes, and once all had been brought to their table they were left alone once more. Waiting seemed like a waste of time so she indulged almost instantly, taking a first bite of her chicken without saying another word. She cut another piece, but her fork lingered. Eventually, she put her cutlery down, dropping the façade. "You know… it's nothing physical that's bothering me." The heir said, her voice surprisingly more dark than it had ever been. "It's this… emptiness. An emptiness inside of me I can't seem to fill, and I'm growing more conscious of it the longer I'm awake. A void I can't seem to get rid off. Yes, I know that it was there even with that corruption, but said corruption was filling the hole that it had left… now it's gone, I'm getting more aware of it. Of how stupid it was to destroy my mana core." The look in her eyes was a stern one, serious in a way she didn't often allow others to see her in. She didn't want to hide this from Itori. How much it messed with her head. "Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I had actually listened to their threats. Would I've still been able to use my old magic the way I used to? Would things have gone the way they did? Or would I've been dead? All questions I keep wondering about… Jigoku would've lived if he hadn't met me. Demons would've never bothered messing with him if he had no connection to me. A lot of people would've, actually. But they have. Because I made stupid mistakes, and likewise, Nemesis was one of my mistakes too. A mistake I created, born from my mistakes."

    The grip on her cutlery grew tighter, her fingertips now white from the pressure. Disgust was visible in her eyes before she diverted them, staring at her glass. Disgust towards herself. She then let go of her cutlery, clenching her fists before relaxing them again. The demoness was doing her best to keep her aura in check now she realised her emotions were in disarray, fueling it to act up. "If only I'd done better. If I was better. My decisions have made me who I am, but at what cost have they, when I shouldn't even deserve to hold what I have right now… I could've done better. But I never did." Another silence fell as Kenna remained staring at her glass, her eyes grim and sunken in thoughts until she was struck with realisation that that hadn't been what Itori had asked her. Nor was it something she should've thrown unto the figurative table when they were merely supposed to enjoy a good meal above anything else. It snapped her out of her grim mood almost immediately, and slightly shocked she looked back up. "Sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up right now, totally ruining the mood with my unbarred words. Ugh, I should've read the mood damnit." she whispered that last sentence underneath her breath facepalming. Her first reaction would've otherwise been to change the subject and be done with it, but for some reason she didn't do so, and just groaned softly. Things felt different now, and with what had gone to pass the white-haired demoness didn't feel like running from moments like this anymore. Not that she could've, as Itori would've most-likely caught on to her fairly quickly, if not immediately if she tried. So instead, the demoness would wait for her reply, her judgement of the situation. Itori wanted to know, and she'd gone and told her more than she'd been originally planning to tell her in the first place, all in the spur of the moment. Then again, she would've found out eventually. So to hell with it. Of all the things she wanted to share with the kitsune, this would just as well be a good start.




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