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[Color=mediumpurple]Time:[/color] Night
[Color=mediumpurple]Location:[/color] Edena
[Color=mediumpurple]Interaction:[/color] [@13org] Myra and [@Potter] Artemis

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Vessia was the name of the demon Darius had met in the dining area. She came off as a much more conservative individual. Short and direct in her answers, but delivered them with a soft tone. As she provided a meal to him, Darius asked about what she thought of Aklenroth. The demon claimed to be indifferent to the Lich King and that many demons felt the same. Aklenroth had essentially conquered the demons by defeating their queen and mother, Lilith and sealing her away. Most demons accepted this as power is a law amongst their kind, but there were few that couldn't stand to lose their mother and still despise Aklenroth for it. Darius was honestly intrigued by the history he was hearing from Vessia.

Skar had shared what she could about Avalia to him, but there were times she lacked knowledge or lacked the drive to share the information. Vessia however had a well of knowledge… a well that never smiled or frowned at him. Her neutral stance on things was almost relieving, so relieving that he went ahead and asked her about Malgormuun. What Vessia told Darius… changed things.

Once Darius returned to the bedroom, he found Myra still loving the soft bed and Artemis sleeping in the bathtub. Her pink tail was hanging limply over the edge.

[Color=mediumpurple]"What the… I guess that's what's comfortable for mermaids… sirens."[/color] Darius almost whispered the last word with how softly he said it. He noticed Artemis' head was resting where the wall and the edge of the tub met. [Color=mediumpurple]"Probably not [i]that[/i] comfortable."[/color] Darius made his way to Myra with a smile to show that he was in a good mood. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and carried it to the tub. Then he gently propped it under Artemis' head. [Color=mediumpurple]"Good night, Artemis."[/color] He said softly before making his way back to the room and dressing down. [Color=mediumpurple]"Myra. Remember when we first met?"[/color] Darius plopped down on the bed beside her. [Color=mediumpurple]"It was kinda like this... We were out in the forest instead and you poked and pinched me until I woke up tho…"[/color] He faced Myra with a warm smile. [Color=mediumpurple]"This is the more comfy version..."[/color] Darius then softly pinched Myra's cheek. [Color=mediumpurple]"Where I poke and pinch you!"[/color]

Darius cherished these moments where he could forget about what was going on and talk to Myra. At times he wished she could talk back to him. Tell him what she thinks of things or about herself. How old was she and how did Aklenroth know about her? Why does she not have anyone? Why can't she speak? Darius was sure not even she knew why. He grasped her hand and squeezed it. Everyone he had met had their motives and stakes in this world. Some were upfront while others concealed their intentions, but Darius knew that Myra was there for just him and he appreciated it more than anything that this world had to offer.