L'Opéra De Géhenne IV

Mari looks at me with a blank face. She then looks at Nan.

She then looks at me. Then, at Nan.

Looks between us again and again.

"What?" I ask.

"Did you two know each other, perchance…?" Mari asks in wonder.

"Did you lose your head from the punch sub chance?" I ask her.

What makes me and the vampire similar in any capacity?

"Hmh." Nan lefts and rights her head observantly. "You seem to have killed the two. Why then did you keep the girly alive? To interrogate? To toy with and fuck? But then the elf would have been a better choice most certainly."

Mari shudders in disgust while I turn my head and glimpse at Nan. "Not really. Your mind, on the other hand, seems to be cluttered with lewd."

"I can't help myself," she says, shrugging. "Sex is among a few things that brings me joy in life although momentarily. Be it drugs or even caffeine they are detrimental for the body. Sex though is not at all harmful most definitely."

I point at Mari with my chin, wiping my eye with my other hand. "I keep her because I like her. She's very interesting."

"I see I see… it's very rare to stumble upon interesting people indeed. They are at times flickers of light in an endlessly dark tunnel." Nan approaches Mari, circling her, scrutinizing the fretful expressions she makes.

She then stops before her, slumping, locking eyes with Mari. "Hmh. I enjoy that also. When you have no hope in life you cling onto others'."

"But these eyes…" Nan mutters, smiling animalistically. "Sly. Deadly. Venomous."

Huh? What is she on about? 

"Never mind." Nan turns back to me, thinning her lips. "You were right most inarguably. She's very interesting indeed. I shall see…"

She presses her palm against my heart. "Hmh. You most certainly possess no chance of attaining victory. I shall follow you to your grave Your Devilship."

I grab her hand, sniffing, my eyes plastered on her fingers.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I am addicted to shiny things. A curse of mine," I say, licking them, barely resisting to outright munch and devour.

"Is that so? You do you," she says.

I bite, sucking on the blood.

She pushes my head away.

"That is not very manly of you," she says.

"Because I'm a bitch," me says.

"That is misogynistic of you," she says.

"Because I'm a sexist," me says.

"I see… I'm a feminist," she says.

"Because fuck you," me says.

"Fuck you too," she says.

"Please do," me jokes.

"You too~" she jokes not.

Mari coughs, bringing her fist up her lips, succeeding in getting all the attention. "We need to go. The adventurers will soon come. You remember?"

Ah, right.

"Let's leave," I say, letting Nan's hand off and heading to the stairway in the corner of the room.

The two follow from behind.

"It's fucking cold," Nan says.

"It's fucking cold," I say.

"It indeed is," she says.

Then asks, "Wanna fuck?"

"I don't have a dick to fuck you with," I say.

"I see I see… But is that a problem?" she asks.

"It is, it is," I say. "No dick, no fucking."

"Please?" she insists. "Why not?"

"Fuck off," I shoo her off.

"Fuck," she curses. "Hey kid. How old are you?"

"Umm…" Mari whispers shakingly. "Sixteen…"

I listen to them as I go down the stony stairs, my hand brushing against the hard walls.

"I see… I knew it. That's a no-no most certainly," Nan says, disappointed. "I really want to discover my new body… What a pity…"

"I'm surprised you give a fuck," I tell her. "I'm surprised you have principles at all."

"It's most definitely not principles," she says, her steps slow yet deliberate. "I just don't like it. It's not my thing…" 

"I really wonder just where that line of yours lies," I say, reaching the floor.

"Sometimes I wonder also," she says, her voice thoughtful. "But most times I end up being disappointed in myself. There was one time I sucked a homeless guy off. I couldn't feel my chin for a week. You know the funny part is?" she asks.

"No, I don't. I don't even want to know," I say, walking toward the grand double door.

She continues anyway, "I ended up housing that man so he could feed me with sperm for a while. The old guy knew his stuff. A pity yet that he was too much into cocaine…"

"How did you even live like that?" I ask her, curious.

"I'm a genius you see," she says without a shred of pride. "I did chemistry. I was good at it. Had many patents and sold them off when need be."

"No, what I'm wondering is how you haven't gotten fucked to death," I say askingly.

"I did some jiu-jitsu," she explains.

"That doesn't explain shit," I say, reaching to the door with my hand. "You're a weak woman. Any man can fuck you up easily. That's basic chemistry or biology or whatever it is."

"Your Devilship you are most certainly dumb," she says. "Physical strength proves useless if you don't know shit about fighting in most cases and in most cases most don't know how."

Just when I'm about to turn and prove her wrong, I halt.

First, I'm a weak fucking woman, so there's no point to prove.

Second, a screen pops up in my head, hieroglyphs drizzling in my mind.

Where would you like to head to?

The Surface

The Abyss

|X| The Seven Heavens |Lvl.7|

I turn to my living encyclopedia. "Mari, weird messages. What to do?"

I project them on my hand, a red hologram forming.

Mari doesn't respond, her face blank, her mouth agape. She looks petrified.

"Mari?" I call her. "Princess?! The world calls for Mari!"

"Huh?" she deadpans, then finally reacts, blinking. "Are you guys, at last, done talking? I thought I'd go mad…"