A Day In The Fated Future
Location - Unknown
(Dazai Crowley's POV)
"Is your family by chance, religious?" I asked Blair, though my question was met with some confusion from her.
"That's a rather odd and specific question to ask. Did you mistake me for a nun or something?" She replied with raised eyebrows.
"Not exactly. Do you remember that Godmother spell you used to alleviate my back pain? Since I never heard of such a god before, I thought it was some sort of magic tied to a certain religion."
Though I say all that, in reality, I was somewhat lying. I'm still not exactly sure where or when I learned about this god, but I knew the word "Godmother" sounded rather familiar when Blair spoke of her earlier.
Even in my state of amnesia, the identity of that person was so important to me that I had even recollected extremely vague yet rather precious memories of my past. This also included the face of "that woman" who I barely recognized at the time.
Of course at that moment, I didn't have time to address those thoughts since I was preoccupied with other things, such as getting my bearings or learning who Blair was. Well, not like much has changed since then but that's besides the point…
But now that I'm looking back on it now, the face of that woman I saw at that time, also tied in with one of three important women who had reminded me of Blair's maidenly-like presence, which was why the third halo-less woman with the butterfly wings had struck out the most to me.
After realizing I got my chance to properly speak with her, I wanted to see just how much she knew about "her". The more she can tell me, the better.
"Well, I know my family respects a person's belief in gods but they weren't the type to promote religion either. My "affiliation" with the Godmother is more so a personal choice than that of tradition."
"Ah, that makes sense. You mind telling me more about her then? I would be lying if I say this "god" hasn't piqued my interest." I asked, to which she responded with a light hearted chuckle.
Guess she took this question as a sign of gratitude considering the magic Blair used probably had some relation to that god's abilities. Though that would be a bit of a misunderstanding, it would be awkward to try to correct her. Besides, this makes things easier for me since there's no need to elaborate further.
"Hmm…Well to be honest, I don't know where to begin. There's not a lot of history on her that's been recorded. She's practically one of those unpopular lesser deities you hardly ever hear about in books."
I can't exactly explain why, but I couldn't trust those words. The way she was speaking made it sound like she was practically downplaying the worth of the god she believed, something a believer would never do if they truly valued the source of their religion.
But that could just be my personal opinion being inaccurate. In any case, I ignore my suspicions for now and ask further.
"I see. But since she isn't that well known, was there some reason why you specifically chose her?" I asked as respectfully as I could.
But when I asked that, she simply reacted the same way as when I asked about her nobility before. Even her hands were fidgeting about while her face showed subtle signs of discomfort.
It was obvious she didn't want to answer.
They say that when a person averts their eyes, it generally means they are feeling awkward about something. In this case, I would say that probably stems from the discomfort of being pressed by questions whose answers she'll refrain from spilling.
But it's like I said before, I will get my answers, no matter what tactic I have to employ. The more I know about your secrets, the better for me.
Even if you try to change the subject, it won't change much. Because there's only so much you can hide from another person while stuck in a locked room with someone else.
Especially when you're with a guy like me….
But just as I was starting to weigh out the pros and cons of rather less "conventional" methods I may or may not use in the future, Blair had spoken up with a tone more….emotionless than I expected…
"I didn't necessarily choose her just for her to be my "god", okay? I don't give her any prayers, nor does she grant me any wishes. I don't "believe" in her like a normal person would do for their god, you see? The relationship me and "her" share is more unusual than what one might expect."
Making sure to speak clearly, Blair casted aside all of her personal feelings and spoke to me in a manner saying she was simply speaking the cold hard facts.
Though for some reason, I felt there was more to what her voice led on.
I couldn't help but feel that she was trying to intimidate me, as if telling me to "back off".
Heh.
Although it was clear that she didn't like where this conversation was heading, I nearly struggled in holding back a smile in the face of her threat.
This information alone tells me alot about you as a person. But the fact I managed to press this much out of you with little to no pressure means I got you in a talkative mood.
Sure, I run the risk of making you angry, but in a way, that's also beneficial to me.
The more emotional you are, the more prone you are to making mistakes.
And if by chance we were to reach your breaking point, the only thing left to question is what method would you use. Would you crack under the pressure and reveal everything that lies behind the curtains?
Or would you perhaps resort to simple violence?
Whatever you do doesn't matter, since I already prepared myself to handle either outcome.
So how could I possibly stop here?
All that matters to me right now is that you reveal your true colors to me as soon as possible.
It hardly took any elbow grease, but I was starting to see Blair slowly crumble at the seams. Silently relishing in my success, my smile grew more difficult to hide to the point I had to cover my mouth while maintaining an inquisitive expression.
As soon as I find some time alone, I need to get reaccustomed to using my old poker face….
"Sounds like you live a pretty interesting life. Do tell more. It's not like we got anything better to do right now–...." Despite her subtle threat, I tried to incite Blair into speaking further….
But surprisingly, she stopped me from finishing what I was trying to say. And it didn't stop there.
Instead, she hit me with a question so powerful, it would threaten the identity of my real intentions.