Severity

ROXY'S POV

I mean...how severe could the breach be? Angels aren't allowing humans to live out there? And I, out of all people, am not allowed to cross paths with the breach?

Blasphemous.

I'd like to see who shall stop me from doing what I have to. It's not like I have any restrictions over me by any chance. In this mindspace of mine, where roots of subconscious and unconscious interpolate, no one can read my thoughts. That's what I'm aware of, for now.

I look at Lust, Sloth and Wrath all staring at me intently. All of them have an idea of their own. And they're not good towards me. I know they're being apprehensive about me, but what can I even do?

The Angels' Breach is not an uncommon phenomenon.

Let me explain how that works.

As you know,

Angels and Demons often meet at the surface and exchange information needed for both Heaven and Hell respectively. Angels and Demons even get married in those cases, polar attraction, I suppose.

And sometimes, it so happens that Angels misinterpret information given by Demons. They report to The Creator and The Destroyer about their misinterpretations.

Such treatments give rise to a phenomenon called the Realm Disassociation. It's not uncommon to see such instances.

However, what grabs my attention the best regarding this issue is the intensity of it. So much so that I out of all people aren't allowed to go near the mishap area? That's something fishy cooking there.

'I think I'll just disobey father one last time.' I say to myself.

"Wait," I am forced to halt in my position. I narrow my eyes at Wrath who looks down on my comparatively tinier figure.

"There's something cooking in your mind. A devil's concoction, perhaps." I roll my eyes at Wrath, which makes him aggrevated, naturally.

"Oh, come on! What's wrong with you!? I would never do something like that. Going against my father? I don't wish death upon me so soon. Perhaps I am a bit inquisitive, but I'm aware of the rules of hell, too. Do not disobey."

As if that'll even apply to me in any scenario!

Exiting the mirror world as quickly as possible, I resort to my Earth-self. The timid, soft and nurturing woman of the tribe, a civilization.

My eyes widen, noticing Sijna running towards me with a corpse of a hen on his back. He must be in charge of the hunting today.

[I want to kiss you, right now]

He gestures, making my eyes widen.

[Why all of a sudden?]

I ask, my eyebrows furrowed slightly but with a smile on my face. Sijna cutely looks up to the sky and moves his hands and fingers,

[I want all the luck from you before I go for hunting]

His pearly teeth shine with his cute smile! What a cutie!

Licking my lips, feeling shy even though we've done everything sensual under the sun and moon with each other, I nod shyly. I then pull Sijna behind a tree, pushing him backwards as I walk. His body softly presses onto the trunk, his first prey for the evening is placed down on the ground.

And I lean in very softly, eyes closed and with my lips aching to be sucked onto. I could imagine the taste of his lips, his mouth even before he could've kissed me. His addictive taste sits so well in my memory, that when he meets my lips, I already moving ours together aggressively. Sijna holds the back of my head, tilting my head involuntarily. The angle gives him more access to devour the hell out of me!

We make out passionately as the sun starts to set behind me. Then, I gently press him to the trunk while retracting slowly.

[You have to go]

I insisted, not wanting the village head to know Sijna was being held back. Out of all other people, by me.

[I don't want to...]

He puckered his lips out, mimicking a baby! This is new! Humans have this tendency to imitate less experienced things, which are cute. In this example, a baby. A toddler!

[You have to. I love you, Sijna]

I place my hand on his beating chest, looking up to meet his eyes again. He takes a deep sniff of my scent, diving down to kiss my neck abruptly.

I knew where this was going to take us. He wishes to mate with me, again.

[Just go!]

I say with an expression as his eyes cower with rejection!

[Okay]

I chuckled at his gesture that he does...whilst not looking at me. What a cute man that I'm in love with!

Well...something about today doesn't feel right. No one, not even the creatures or the ruler of Hell can see the future. We can only predict. Patterns, specifically. As I watch Sijna leave, something unsettling of a feeling starts budding in my heart. My smile fades slowly, a warm feeling spreading all over my chest.

Maybe I'm simply overthinking things.

Or maybe...

Something gravely unexpected is about to unfold, and I'll be able to do nothing about it.