Ryosei watched Eika's small back fade away, agitation in every step. He wondered why she seemed so agitated beforehand, as if annoyed that he had eaten the meat when she herself had urged him to, which did anger him to some extent.
After all, had he not done what she requested of him—albeit unwillingly—in spite of his mindset still being similar to that of a human, and what type of normal, law-abiding human ate a corpse?!
He could hardly be faulted in this situation, it was her fau-
He grabbed his ash hair, his eyes wide blue as he stopped that sudden train of thought.
'...What was that? When did I start blaming others for what happened to me? Well… while she did force me into that situation, I still chose to become a demon. I should accept the consequences of my own actions, not blame them on someone else! No wait… Don't tell me… I'm like… like THIS…. Because of that transformation and that weird thing?! OH SHI-!'
The image appeared to him, only this time, the face was obscured by a cold mist, and he had neither the cognitive ability, nor emotional desire to swipe away the covering.
'"Remember."'
A smile crossed the figures partially hidden face, and next it was his mother's voice that came from that mouth.
'"Remember, Ryosei—never blame others for your faults. The less faults you see within others, the less faults you see within yourself, and the less blame you put on others, the more forgiving you are to yourself. So, forgive others as you would yourself, okay, Ryosei?"'
His head ached from the memories the figure incited, and he mentally slashed them away; like a fog, they dissipated, leaving him exhausted at how taxing the whole experience had been on him.
"Shut up," he mumbled softly, before slowly and carefully getting to his feet. The world seemed to spin, but he refused to fall; he needed to get away from the temptation the body offered..
He ate well over half of it and was already craving more, however, he refused to succumb to the hunger that was reaching to strangle his rationale. Even with what Eika said, he could not bring himself to continue doing something so inhumane, especially since she no longer tempted him herself. He would not...
'You see love, Eve was smart. Eve knew that sometimes, you had to Fall to accomplish great things.'
"..."
He reached for the corpse again.
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Eika got as far as her room in her mansion before she collapsed, hurling up her small meal of devil in a violent spasm.
"D@#n! It still burns me. D@#n it, can't you let a demon at least say your holy name?! I don't even eat humans! Even if I wanted to, you know that I—!"
Gritted teeth cut off her words, before she sighed and let loose a string of profanities as she saw the mess she had made when throwing up. Huffing sulkily, she went to work, cleaning up the mess till her room was impeccable.
Believe it or not, but despite being a demon/vampire hybrid, Eika despised filthiness with a passion, as she found it hideous and unsightly to view.
It was partially one of the reasons why she had only converted people of great beauty or charm, refusing any she deemed to be 'ugly people', regardless to society's standards.
With her vanity and obsession with beauty and perfection being one of her many faults, it inevitably led to much strife and difficulty with living in the society of the supernatural beings.
She recalled at time when, while on patrol for one of the lower demonic provinces, she stumbled across one of the angels, an Authority.
Whilst it cleansed her brethren, and they cried out for her assistance, she was experiencing a remarkable amount difficulty in killing the angel due to how beautiful and perfect it had appeared… then she realized it had a terrible, holier-than-thou personality when it attempted to harm her, spouting religious rhetoric that gave her a headache.
So, she proceeded to immediately remove its head from its neck, giving it—as she liked to call it—'permanent height modification'. Naturally, she had received both praise and hatred for her actions, but who cared about small details?
'"...Over a thousand demons died though?"'
She mentally waved the voice away, as if dismissing the rather disturbing fact.
'Like I said, small details.'
It could be said that something was wrong with her—if someone was feeling suicidal, that is.
After she was done cleaning up the mess, she cleaned herself up; she waited for her new charge to finish the transformation before she cleaned up the blood spatter on her clothing as there was a possibility he would hunt a human, and then she would have to spend money and time to get out of a trial.
Shuddering at her filthiness, she marched to the shower after burning her clothes since they were driving her insane. After, she immediately took a long, long shower, washing all of the impurity off her body before leaving to put on some clothing, a towel around her torso as she skipped to her closet.
Over the years she had amassed several closets full of clothing, all from various eras, styles, cultures and ethnicities. She went to the more modern section, running her fingers down the thousands of different styles till she chose to go with her feeling today:
Gothic Lolita.
It was a black and white dress, reminiscent of Alice's dress from Alice in Wonderland, however it was far more ornate, with black and white bows, longer, looser sleeves that fell to her finger tips, and black and white frills that accented the opposite color.
For reasons unknown to even herself, she adored Gothic Lolita clothing with an unusual passion. Adjusting the white collar, she slipped on some black stockings and shoes before lightly running down the halls to find her little newbie. She wondered if he chose to eat more, and prayed he had, as it would be beneficial to him in the future.
Better to weaken his iron grip on his morality, than to have a fool who would die in battle over something nonsensical, like humanity.
At her arrival, she nearly tripped over her platforms.
'Now, that is a rather... intriguing scene. And a rather unexpected one at that.'
Ryosei was curled up on a table in the library, a large book was utilized as a pillow for him to sleep on, and sleep he did, his chest rising up and down as the exhaustion from the transformation had finally hit him. She stared at him, her eyes wide and her face a blank poker face.
It was unknown what she was thinking.
She turned around and slipped away from the sleeping figure.
The figure in question, Ryosei, had devoured the entire corpse of the demon, which had greeted him with a sudden exhaustion that he could find neither the heart nor the will to refuse.
There he was, curled up like a 6'2" baby with his hair messy, his face planted in a book, and drooling starting to trickle from his open mouth.
It was in this vulnerable state in which a phone was presented, snapping a photo of him for future purposes (*cough* blackmail *cough*), while a heterochromatic, white haired devil dressed in Gothic Lolita had a smirk which could only be described as devilish.
Chuckling from her fun, she threw her phone into a sudden hole in reality, that she closed with a snap of her fingers, before grabbing a hold of Ryosei, and easily hauled him on her shoulder as if he was a feather.
Now, by no means was he light. In fact, despite his slimmer frame, he still weighed a healthy 183 pounds of muscle.
In comparison, Eika was 5 foot nothing, slender bordering on skeletal, and a surprisingly 80 pounds, 10 pounds lighter than the average 5 foot female. Yet here she was, dragging over 100 pounds her own weight without trouble.
Eika had walked over to another part of the house, a place where she surprisingly did not have an exorbitant amount of clothes, and unceremoniously chucked Ryosei with a single arm onto the bed, causing him to land awkwardly and waking him up.
"WHAT THE FU-!?"
"Get cleaned, you're filthy. You may be a demon now, but at least try to look like a normal human before I teach you how to look like a demon of your pedigree. Now, shower, GO!!!"
And out she imperiously walked away, not even acknowledging the shocked look on Ryosei's face when he saw her Gothic Lolita attire.
He huffed, getting up to clean his filthy self all the while muttering, "Hah! What a laughable concept that is. I mean... normal? What's that? I don't even know anymore, not with this demon's concept of normal…"
He undressed himself, too tired to really notice the intricate, ornate, yet simple and ostentatious bathroom as he turned on the shower.
He sighed as the water ran, before only the patter of water could be heard in the room.
"...I wonder what normal will become for me…"
He dreaded the days to come if he was already being chucked by Eika like a ragdoll on day one.