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"For it all to be just…a grave misunderstanding…!"
"Ahh, um, well, I was the one who snuck in here, so…"
I'm sitting away from her, on the tatami mats rather than the futon, and
blushing just as badly as she is. The most I can do is offer an apology.
Trading apologies with someone I've never met before, in a brothel…Well,
this is different.
"I thought it strange that my appointed customer had yet to arrive…"
She finally raises her head. Those beautiful green eyes of hers are shaking
with embarrassment.
She explains that she waited for a man who never showed up in the first
room. So when I came in, she immediately thought I was that customer. And the
rest is history.
…One man passed out the moment I burst through this brothel's window.
Just imagine what would've happened to some poor guy who saw the horde of
Amazons come bursting through the windows. Then there was the chase through
the hallways. Her customer never made it…
It had to be my fault. I grimace and look away.
"…It may be too late for proper introductions, but I am Haruhime. How
should I address you…?"
"Oh, yes…I'm Bell Cranell."
I finally get my embarrassment in check and tell the girl, Haruhime, my
name.
"Well then, Master Cranell…If you are not my appointed customer, then why
are you here?"
An inquisitive look takes over her face as she speaks in a soft voice.
Her being in this brothel means that Haruhime is more than likely a member
of Ishtar Familia. If I told her that her allies chased me all the way here…What
choice do I have? I decide to let every cat out of the bag.
Surely she's figured out I'm the intruder by now. But she hasn't called
anyone and is patiently waiting for my response.
Above all else, I've got a strange feeling that I can talk to this person…She
has an aura of innocence that's completely unlike anyone else in the Pleasure
Quarter. I tell her everything that happened in the past few hours, why I became
a fugitive deep in hostile territory.
"You have experienced…a rather turbulent evening."
Her demeanor didn't change even after I finished talking. In fact, she looks
sympathetic.
Do Amazonian manhunts happen that often…?
"The Amazons pursuing you…Was one among them named Aisha, by
chance?"
"Do you know her?"
"I do. Lady Aisha has been very kind to me."
Her voice sounds a little apologetic, but there's a very honest smile on her
lips.
So it's true, then—that Berbera Amazon has a softer side.
A bit hard to believe, after being chased around town and serving as her
mobile kicking bag.
"I have a proposal. Once our time together has come to an end, I shall guide
you to the safest escape route. It's highly unlikely you shall be discovered if you
remain hidden in this room until early morning."
"Eh…A-are you sure?"
"I am. It may be for only one night…but I, Haruhime, would like to lend my
assistance to you, Master Cranell."
It's hard to believe her; this could be a trap. But there's something in her
smile, something genuine.
My cheeks start burning again. That smile, those eyes, the innocent air about
her…She's amazing.
"Shameful as it is…I do have a request for you."
"Eh?"
"May we…engage in conversation until the appointed time comes?"
She looks away, her cheeks turning a rosy pink. She must've worked up a lot
of courage to ask.
She must not get many visitors who aren't customers.
She's smiling at me like the main character's love interest in a fairy tale. I
force a smile and nod. How could I refuse?
"Thank you so much!" She smiles from ear to ear and bows down to the floor
again, except this time her fox tail is happily wagging back and forth.
She slides one of the shouji paper walls to the side and blue moonlight fills
the room. Then she grabs four pillows for the both of us. We get comfortable and
start talking.
"Where do you hail from, Master Cranell?"
"I'm from north of Orario, in a small valley behind the mountains…"
Still not sure how I feel about this "Master Cranell" thing, but I let it slide
and answer the question.
Haruhime asks me about every little detail of my hometown. North of Orario,
a village so small that most maps don't even bother printing its name…Her
expression changes with every answer, hanging on to every word.
Are there many humans there? What kind of view did you have of the
mountains? And so many other questions I've never even thought about before.
She's so happy listening. It's like talking to a really interested child who's
never ventured beyond her own house.
She runs her fingers through her golden hair, clearly enthralled by my
answers. Something tells me she was extremely sheltered when she was a little
girl.
But why would someone like her be here…?
At the same time, I can't figure out how someone this pure ended up in the
Pleasure Quarter.
She couldn't be more different from Aisha and the others. The air about her
and the overwhelming aura of this Night District are polar opposites. I'm a
fugitive, running away from her friends inside the territory of her familia, but
here she is, talking to me like we're at a café or something. Haruhime clearly
doesn't belong here.
"So then, you came to Orario to follow your dream of becoming an
adventurer?"
"You could say that. I'd always wanted to, and I didn't have any money at the
time…"
But I can't just outright ask her.
I hold my tongue and instead wait for her to ask the questions.
Haruhime blinks a few times and blushes again before falling silent. Maybe
she realized that she'd been leading the conversation the entire time.
I can't help but giggle at her. She's a little older than me, so to see her get
embarrassed over something so minor seems strange.
"Okay, well then…Where are you from, Miss Haruhime?"
The silence was too awkward. I break it by asking her the same question she
asked me.
She sits back up again, her shame disappearing, and looks at the ceiling as if
deep in thought.
"My birthplace…is in the Far East."
I already knew that most renarts are from there. Judging by her name, I kind
of had that impression already.
She starts to paint pictures with words, images flowing out of her memory
like leaves carried downstream by a river.
"It was a mountainous island country, completely surrounded by a beautiful
blue ocean. The four seasons were much more pronounced than the ones here in
Orario. Beautiful pink sakura trees covered the land in spring. The songs of semi
beetles regaled us in summer. The mountains became brilliant shades of crimson
during the frosty days of autumn…and everything was covered by thick blankets
of snow in winter."
Nostalgia is absolutely oozing out her eyes. Her descriptions are even making
me feel homesick.
Haruhime's gaze shifts from the ceiling to the moon, just visible between the
shouji.
Bathed in moonlight, she looks more like an artist's painting than an actual
person. Looking at her face in profile, I decide to ask her about her family.
"Miss Haruhime, were your parents high-ranking people? Aristocrats,
maybe?"
"How did you ever guess?!"
She nearly jumps off the futon in surprise.
"Just kind of got that feeling…" I mumble as I scratch the back of my head.
Then she starts to explain.
"It's just as you say, Mr. Cranell. I'm descended from a long line of nobles
going back many generations. My mother was never present, and my father
worked long hours for the government…I was raised by many servants from
infancy."
Years of being trained to be an aristocrat, with no knowledge of the outside
world…Raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, she was very lonely in her
spacious cage, with very few friends.
Haruhime's face suddenly becomes clouded.
"Those days came to an abrupt end five years ago…I was disowned when I
was eleven."
"What?!"
That completely blindsided me. I have to stop myself from falling over.
Disowned…Her parents cut off ties with her?
"W-why…?"
"In a state of grogginess…I ate an extremely valuable divine offering that
was carried by one of my father's guests."
She goes on to explain that another aristocrat, a prum, was staying at their
manor when she was eleven years old.
The aristocrat had been traveling to present an offering of purified rice cakes
to their deity Amaterasu—and Haruhime ate all of them while sleepwalking.
…What's up with that? A bead of sweat rolls down my back.
"Did you, um, really eat them?"
"I have no memory. However, there were crumbs around my mouth when I
returned to consciousness…I must've gotten hungry in the dead of night and my
body acted on its own…!"
Haruhime hides her face with both hands, tears starting to pour out of her
eyes.
Continuing her story, she says that her father was furious with her after that
and demanded severe punishment—but the prum stepped in and said, "Well,
there's nothing we can do about it now." The visiting aristocrat saved
Haruhime's life that day. Being nobles, their families had a great deal of pride
and had no choice but to protect it. So Haruhime was given to this aristocrat in
exchange for saving her life.
The decision was made in a matter of moments. The prum left their manor
almost immediately with Haruhime in tow.
…I don't want to doubt her story, but that prum sounds extremely suspicious.
I ask her about it, and she says that he treated her very well. Well enough that
she became attached to him.
I'm getting an image of a pompous short man wrapping his arm around the
shoulder of the weeping girl.
I want to point this out to her, but one look at her crying face and I just can't
do it.
"S-so what happened next?"
"Sniff…Yes. I was in the back of a carriage, no idea where we were…when
suddenly a deafening roar came from outside. The carriage was attacked by
monsters…!"
Now she's got me on the edge of my seat.
"He ran away from the horde of ogres, abandoning me in my state of
panic…"
"…Eh?"
"…A band of marauders rescued me at the last moment. Once they
discovered my virginity, they decided to sell me, here, to Orario."
"—"
I'm stunned.
The full impact of what she says doesn't hit me at first, but no words will
form in my mouth.
She was sold…to Orario…?!
"What do you mean by 'sold to Orario'…?"
"In layman's terms…a homeless, friendless girl like me is brought to the
Pleasure Quarter to be sold as merchandise."
I watch her lips form those words in the moonlight, each of the dots
connecting in the way that I had been praying they wouldn't.
The marauders protected her from the monsters but then treated her like
everything else they stole from the carriage. She was still very young, so they
didn't touch her. But they knew that she, her unsoiled body, would be worth a lot
of money to the right people one day. And so they brought her to Orario.
"For a city with as many adventurers as Orario, locations such as the Pleasure
Quarter are irreplaceable necessities to keep the peace."
Apparently, strong adventurers have similarly strong urges…
Those venturing out with their lives always on the line deal with enormous
amounts of stress. Constantly spending time in the Dungeon, battling against
death itself takes its toll. The need to vent stress and frustration can take violent
forms, but it can also be relieved legally and peacefully in places like this.
That's why the Guild turns a blind eye to this place. Its existence reduces the
amount of bar fights and property damage caused by adventurers. The Pleasure
Quarter is a necessary evil.
Sure, her explanation makes sense. But the thought that the Guild is looking
away from the truth—that human beings are being bought and sold—is
absolutely horrible. I try to avoid making eye contact with Haruhime, but it's no
use.
My eyes follow her long golden locks to the gorgeous green orbs in the
center of her face.
Renarts are a special race within animal people because they are the only
ones who are natural-born magic users.
When it comes to magic, most people think of elves right away. However, a
renart's magic is a bit different. Each of their spells is quite unique. I've heard
that they're referred to as sorcerers in the Far East.
Therefore, her "saviors" saw her value—in terms of potential strength and
economic gain—when they brought her here to the center of the world, Orario,
and sold her into this business.
She would have been brought here ostensibly under the guise of wanting to
come on her own, but really she came through the gates as merchandise.
This is terrible…
Then she was sold off to the highest bidder. It just so happened that Lady
Ishtar was in the area and took notice. The goddess purchased Haruhime to make
her part of the familia…
Unable to follow her dreams, she experienced one tragedy after another.
She had no choice but to come to Orario. And now…?
I thought that all the working women here were like Aisha. But how many of
them have stories similar to Haruhime's?
It's the truth I wish I'd never known.
And I realize something at the same time.
I was completely clueless. But now, after listening to Haruhime, I can never
go back.
"Umm…I had always wanted to come to the continent, being from an island
nation. So my wish was fulfilled…from a certain point of view."
She must've seen the gears turning in my head and desperately tries to
console me.
But now all I see is pain in that beautiful smile. "It may not be the best of
circumstances, but my newfound sisters take very good care of me." Another
attempt to convince me she's okay.
My lips refuse to open. I can barely even look at her.
What the hell am I supposed to say? I'm an adventurer; I'm part of the reason
she's in this mess.
I want to say, "Let's run away together, right now," but I'm a fugitive deep
within Ishtar Familia's territory. The Amazons are still after me. I'm in no
position to help her.
But Haruhime's eyes haven't changed at all. Another awkward silence falls,
and this time she's the one to speak up.
"There's also the fact that…many stories of this city have reached the Far
East. Orario has always been appealing to me."
Her eyes soften. That must have triggered my voice to wake up, because it
bursts out of my mouth:
"Are you talking about Dungeon Oratoria?"
"The same!"
That's a collection of Dungeon stories I received from my grandfather when I
was a child. It was my bible growing up, Dungeon Oratoria.
It documents in great detail the journeys and deeds of many heroes in Orario.
I've heard there aren't many copies of the original book, but I guess the stories
have spread around the world.
Haruhime nods energetically in my direction.
"Dungeon Oratoria is fascinating…But the story I remember most was about
a group of valiant knights from different countries joining forces in search of the
Holy Grail."
"Isn't that 'The Adventures of Garland'? Where the queen was sick and only
water purified by the Grail could cure her?"
"You know of it? Then what about the story of a spirit trapped in a lamp and
the young mage—?"
"If I remember right…'The Wizard Aladdin'?"
"Yes!"
That's the first time she's sounded excited.
Her eyes sparkle every time I correctly guess the title of the story she
describes.
"Don't tell me—you like legends and fairy tales?"
"I absolutely adore them! They were the only way I could learn of the outside
world when I still lived in the manor…!"
A common interest. She's so happy she's found another person with this kind
of childish hobby that—FLICK! Haruhime's ears perk right up.
The stories come flowing out of her, and I'm right there, sharing ideas along
the way.
"Durandal the Lost." "Our Song of Enou." "The Legend of Saint
Giorgio."...More and more. She knows quite a few unusual stories. Wait a
second, I have no room to judge.
I doubt that any of the other prostitutes here know about any of these. This
might be the first time she's been able to talk about it in years.
Not to mention that most people "outgrow" fairy tales at a certain age.
I still don't know how to talk about the Pleasure Quarter with her. I'm so
lucky that Haruhime brought this up. Now we can both honestly smile and laugh
with each other.
Some part of me realizes I'm only hiding from the truth, but it's not every
day I can completely escape into a beautiful world with a companion like her.
"I truly admire the knight who sang of love to his queen, despite both of them
knowing their dreams could never come true!"
"I think that the jousting scenes from 'Sir Laslow' are much more
impressive…"
"Master Cranell, are you familiar with the story of Snow White?"
"I don't know much other than the heroes' stories…"
She leans closer to me and I readjust on my pillow.
I can hold my ground when it comes to heroic tales, but Haruhime knows so
much more than I do, it's almost intimidating.
For the first time in a while, she falls silent. Her thick tail is swishing back
and forth a bit slower now.
"So then, Haruhime, what's your favorite kind of story?"
"It's hard to choose…but the one that has left a lasting impression on me was
about a princess who was saved from a demon by a young, nameless warrior…It
is one of the oldest stories in the Far East."
That would mean that she likes stories where the hero saves a damsel in
distress…The moment where a strong hand reaches out to rescue a princess from
danger.
It could be because she's been cooped up in a box most of her life. Hang on,
my cheeks are blushing.
That look on her face, it's like she's just revealed the location of an
irreplaceable treasure…She closes her eyes.
"There was a time when I, too, wanted my own hero to take me somewhere
far away, just like in the pages of the book…"
I was about to say something, but the soft smile in her eyes makes me stop.
Was she talking about back in the Far East, where she never set foot outside
her family's manor?
Or sometime much more recent?
"…But that was the foolish dream of the girl lost in fairy tales. No hero
would ever come for someone as lowly as myself."
"Of—of course he would!"
Startled by the resignation in her voice, I rise to my knees and try to deny her
claim.
"No hero would leave behind someone like you! Don't give up hope!
"Some pitiful, naive guy like me might not be able to do anything
meaningful.
"But the heroes I look up to, the ones Gramps told me about, would never do
such a thing.
"If any one of those brave souls were here, he would rescue you from this
place on sight."
I deliver an impassioned speech. She just watches me with those beautiful
green eyes…and smiles.
"I am quite sure that the heroes you speak of had the same kindhearted soul
as you do, Master Cranell…However, I am neither a beautiful queen nor a fair
maiden in imminent danger."
She slowly blinks and says:
"I am a prostitute."
"!!"
My eyes fly open. Her words were soft and gentle, but they sliced through
my heart with the sting of a thousand knives.
"While still inexperienced, I have given my body to many men."
""
That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks.
My brain had been purposely avoiding the word prostitute this entire time. It
felt like a slap in the face to hear it directly from Haruhime.
"It was not my destiny to wait as a pure flower for true love. In my story,
money took priority."
Pure flower…I've heard those words before, but now I know their true
meaning.
And now it's her job to provide customers with a night of their dreams,
locked in an embrace of physical passion.
Prostitutes are not pure flowers. Quite the opposite.
This beautiful girl, with such an untainted aura, has been with many men…
The truth I had been trying to escape overtakes me. I can feel its grip,
strangling my lungs from within.
Emotions, images, heat—a whirlwind rages in my head. I feel like I could
puke at any second. I grab my chest and support myself with my free arm,
struggling for breath.
"Why would heroes want to save…someone as soiled as myself?"
That innocent smile has never left her lips. It's haunting in the blue
moonlight.
It's the same one she wore when I first saw her in the lineup, stunning yet
distant.
Despite how close we're sitting right now, there is a great distance between
us.
"Prostitutes are the ruin of heroes. Surely you know this already." Those
words sting.
She starts summarizing, like the conclusion of a debate that she's already
won.
"I have had no right to indulge in the world of fairy tales and heroes since the
day I learned what had become of me. Dreams and desires have no meaning. I'm
not allowed to have them."
"…"
"I am just a prostitute."
What was that look of longing I saw on her face as she stared out from the
back of that chamber earlier tonight?
She's trapped in the cage of prostitution, but she's just accepted it? Accepted
everything?
The black collar around her neck flashes in the moonlight, looking more and
more like a shackle every moment.
"…It appears the time has come."
Feeling pathetic and absolutely useless, I watch Haruhime turn to the window
and gaze outside once more.
I take a look as well. The red-light district has almost come to a standstill.
More than half the magic-stone lamps are off and all the lanterns are snuffed out.
The ruckus from before feels like a distant memory.
Haruhime gracefully rises to her feet.
"I very much enjoyed our time together this evening…Thank you."
She's thanking me? Why is she thanking me? What do I say?
She takes something out of a closet in the back corner—a thick, hooded cloak
—and hands it to me. I absentmindedly take it from her outstretched hands and
obediently follow her out of the room after putting it over my head. She leads me
out of the brothel so quickly I don't realize we're outside until the cool air hits
my face.
There isn't a soul in this back alley. We leave the red-light district with the
same obscurity as childhood memories disappearing from an adult mind.
Haruhime is guiding me with a smaller paper lantern hanging on the end of a
stick.
"This passage is connected to Daedalus Street. If you avoid the main
passageway, it is highly unlikely your presence will be discovered by Aisha or
the other Amazons."
She stops and turns to face me. Many soft lights illuminate the complex
twists and turns that make up Daedalus Street.
Over two months ago now, during Monsterphilia, the goddess and I got lost
in there trying to escape from a monster. To think the Pleasure Quarter's red-
light district is directly linked to that place…
"Can you read the Ariadne signposts?"
"Y-yes…"
"Follow them closely, and you will cut through the maze in very little time."
Then she hands me the lantern.
I tilt my head, a little confused. "Quickly now, hurry." She sends me through
the archway.
I walk in a little ways before realizing she didn't come with me. I stop and
look over my shoulder.
There she is, still standing in that same spot. She smiles before giving me a
deep bow.
That archway feels like a gate between two different worlds, and she can't
take a step into this one.
"…"
I feel her gaze on my back as I make my way out of the Pleasure Quarter,
alone.
The moon was visible from the highest floor of the palace.
Beautiful tapestries decorated the walls and a rug resembling a large wheel
added color and texture to the floor. A table stood in the middle of the room,
with two covered sofas on either side. Even though this area functioned as a
meeting room, a wide bed equipped with a canopy took up most of one corner. A
profound musk hung in the air.
The magic-stone lamps mounted on the ceiling lit up the figure of a goddess
sitting on the sofa facing the doorway. A thin pyre of purple smoke rose from the
long pipe in her right hand.
"Hey, Ishtar. I'm here."
CLACK! The door opened to reveal a handsome god with a dandy smile:
Hermes.
Led to the room by the goddess's assistant, Hermes gave a quick wave. The
goddess—Ishtar—curled her lips upward the moment she saw his face.
"You've kept me waiting."
"There was quite the show going on outside. Got a bit caught up in watching,
completely forgot the time. Sorry 'bout that."
Hermes's shoulders drooped down as he apologized and cautiously took a
few steps into the room.
With that, Ishtar let the transgression slide without losing her grin.
The evening guest took a seat on the closest sofa and set down a small pouch
on the table. Ishtar's assistant kept a close eye on it from his post just inside the
doorway.
A secret meeting between deities had begun in one of Ishtar's many private
quarters.
"Any chance you're in the mood to enjoy more small talk?"
"I told you, you've kept me waiting. Get to it."
"Scaaary…Anyway—as requested, your parcel has arrived."
Hermes reached into the pouch and took out a small wooden box covered in
black lacquer.
Ishtar's grin grew even wider, satisfaction written all over her face.
"Just to be clear, news of our meeting doesn't leave this room."
"But of course. That's my duty to my client. I won't damage my own name."
Hermes had been contracted by Ishtar to do a "delivery" for her.
This particular item had traveled a great distance, passing through many
cities before finally arriving in Orario. Hermes Familia was known for their
"light footwork" and efficiency as couriers. They were often contracted to do
jobs like this.
The fact that Hermes delivered this particular package himself spoke volumes
as to the level of secrecy Ishtar required for the job.
Since the presence of guards would stick out like a sore thumb, Hermes
mingled with the customers of the Pleasure Quarter to elude prying eyes by
hiding in plain sight.
"But I can't say I feel too good about it."
Hermes leaned back onto the sofa and jerked his thumb in the direction of the
box.
Ishtar's assistant shuffled his way around the room until he stood directly
behind his goddess, eyes locked on the dandy deity as he moved.
"That's a Killing Stone, isn't it?"
The content of the box was revealed by the god himself.
The human man's eyes narrowed. Ishtar's lip twitched before she took in a
deep breath of smoke from her pipe.
"So you saw it. So much for keeping your good name as a delivery boy,
Hermes."
"Wasn't on purpose."
The deity avoided her sharp gaze and responded as if discussing the day's
news over dinner.
Suddenly, his long, thin eyes opened into a more serious expression.
"You got something in the works?"
Ishtar laughed defiantly from her seat on the other sofa.
"I'll show you something very interesting before too long."
A fire burned brightly from inside her amethyst eyes.
"A stuck-up bitch calling herself queen being knocked off her pedestal."
Hermes's shoulders quivered as Ishtar had visions of a certain Goddess of
Beauty falling into the flames.
A woman's jealousy was truly frightening.
"Hermes, do you have any information that would brighten my day? A
weakness that…woman has, perhaps?"
Ishtar's feelings of hostility toward the goddess Freya had become a raging
inferno. So she asked Hermes to provide her with a direction for the flames to
spread.
Her desire to see the one everyone called the "most beautiful" fall into the
deepest pits of despair was now an obsession.
She could see it now, Freya's pitiful face, Ishtar laughing at her from the top
of her new throne.
Hermes was always in the know and might have the information that would
allow her to make these visions a reality.
"Well, I'm a terrible liar when talking to a Goddess of Beauty; can't seem to
focus. Couldn't help it if a few things slip once in a while."
Hermes's eyes caressed the goddess's fully exposed body line, spending a
great deal of time outlining the curves of her breasts. His cheeks turned red
before he hid his eyes beneath the brim of his feathered hat.
Seeing the god like this returned the smile to her lips, her eyes flaring.
Hermes looked up, his eyes thin again with a hint of sparkle—like he was
trying to make a joke while being as vague as possible. However, what he saw
was the goddess rising from her sofa and removing her coverings.
"…What are you…?"
The crown, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, and finally the piece of cloth
holding her breasts in place all hit the floor at her feet.
Hermes's eyes shrank to the size of pinpoints as a dark shadow fell over him.
The full power of the Goddess of Beauty's tanned body had been brought to
bear.
"Rejoice. I'll squeeze every bit of useful information out of you—for free."
Hermes sat there, absolutely petrified. His joking demeanor from just a
moment ago was nowhere to be found.
She leaned down over him, puckering her luscious lips right in front of his
face.
"H-hold it, Ishtar, I-I didn't mean…!"
The dark shadow completely enveloped Hermes as the human assistant
quietly went about his business, picking up Ishtar's discarded accessories.
"AaaaAAAHHahHHAaaaaaa!" echoed throughout the room.
"Unn…Ahhh…"
A shirtless, powerless Hermes lay sprawled out on top of the canopied bed.
Tiny tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Ishtar was back on the sofa, still naked and smoking her pipe. She exhaled a
long stream of smoke, enjoying the flavor.
"The most recent child to catch Freya's attention, yes…"
The sweat covering her body glistened in the soft light as she dramatically
crossed her legs. Her seductive aura at its peak, she smiled and whispered under
her breath.
"Bell Cranell…"
In the end, Hermes had indeed given her a way to inflict pain on her sworn
enemy. He tried to hold out, but her allure had overwhelmed him into
submission.
She had more than just Bell's name. Hermes had revealed enough details for
her to realize she had seen the boy that night. She took another hit from the pipe,
images of their brief encounter filling her mind.
"Head over heels for a pip-squeak like that…What poor taste."
More purple smoke drifted from her mouth as a smirk overtook her face.
Then, a sudden shift—to the ravenous grin of a beast.
"Fine, then. I'll make that kid mine."