Provocation

"My Lady, it's you!" Moira gasped in surprise as if Lareina was the last person she expected to see in front of Lareina's room, ''It has been quite some time since I last saw you and you look beautiful as ever.''

Lareina did not know what to say to this woman.

She had never really hated Moira. Since the first day she saw her by Azrael's side, she had not hated or blamed her. All the bad feelings she had were solely directed towards the husband who had let her down.

If Moira did not cross paths with her time and time again, then Lareina would not even feel as unsettled as she did with the woman's persistence in irking her to the very end.

Lareina moved to walk past Moira but she had barely taken a step when the demoness captured her wrist, her grip unshakeable, ''My Lady, it breaks my heart when you ignore me like this. I feel terribly sad when you refuse to acknowledge me.''