Saki Ryuumonbuchi
Location: City’s Memory (?)
Time: ???
For Phenex, this may well be the worst possible situation. For Belial to stand before his charge alone. Few in this world truly knew Saki. Of those few, those that knew her better than he numbered only two. With her power to see into the heart itself Suzume cheated her way to the front of the pack, hearing the voice behind all other voice’s meant that Suzume knew the truth of many people. More than thoughts, she knew their feelings. The most powerful voice of all.
But even without that power to see into places better left unseen, Phenex knew enough of what feelings were locked away in that heart.
Her red eyes stared into his circular prison as Belial spoke to her.
If Phenex wasn’t speaking up, if no lines such as ‘forget me, save yourself,’ or ‘don’t do it,’ came...
“A name synonymous with freedom, independence, ‘without a master’ …” Scornful eyes turned to the red-haired man who radiated destruction. Her throat hurt. Every word was painful, the aftereffect of having her neck broken. But to show weakness here would be unfitting for her status. Here, she was in control. Here, she would decide Belial’s fate.
A laugh, scornful and abrupt. Full of mockery for the one called Belial. The silence of Phenex could only mean one of two things. That he simply couldn’t speak from within his prison…
“Do you really want to contract with me? You’ll find no freedom at all if you do.” Or that he had merely chosen to save his breath, knowing the futility of it. “Independence… For you it must surely exist, after driving your Summoner into an empty husk, sheltering them from death while caging them in fire. Marionettes to dance to strings of agony, held in your hands. But I am different.”
The princess lifted her hand, shut tight in a fist, and opened it. Like grains of sand, countless crimson petals fell from her open palm to the charred ground below.
“Surely you felt it, Prince of Hell. The way your summoner died. Those chains… those strings you pulled him along with, I severed them.” The petals stopped falling, their light fading away as the girl closed her hand again, this time in a much gentler clasp.
“Contract with me, and the moment you try to drive me to emptiness, drive this Saki Ryuumonbuchi hollow, and I will sever the chains between us myself, dooming you to fade back into that darkness. Sooner will I lay in a casket of cypress than live in the embrace of Ophelia’s amaranth.”