closed rp with thediscardedpast
Amabilis's body trembled slightly from the cold, her small back pressed against a tree for cover. She'd accepted a rendezvous with her lady friend to this country on a whim, hopping into the carriage with the half-Asmodean Monet. Holding hands and chatting all the way, Monet's light, gentle touch did not serve to dispel the subject matter that made Amabilis very nervous indeed. "My father wants me," Monet had practically sang, "he wants to see me!" And then Amabilis could return to her previous fears. No longer did Monet's innocence and beauty charm her. Father. Amabilis had realized with a jolt that this trip was distancing her from one father... ...And putting her in the land of another. That night, she couldn't sleep, with the Venomania mansion standing tall and sickeningly proud. Just a house, she'd told herself, only a house... But in her fretful dreams that night, the house was dark and dizzying, large and endless as she tried to get out, a maze, a prison... One that her mind was trapped in. Even she knew that Sateriasis Venomania was far too alive in her mind, far too preoccupying. That was what had brought her to its gates. She'd wanted some kind of closure, some kind of validation that the Demon was gone, leaving behind nothing but an empty mansion. Instead, Amabilis saw before her the reminder to this city of... Him. "Demon--!" She hurled another stone at the mansion, weakly hitting its side wall. "Fiend!" She tried again, and again, hitting the wall and the door. "Despicable..." Wait, was someone coming?