"Any last questions?"

The small white-haired girl cocked her head. After a few moments, her lips parted, revealing her set of sharp teeth, rows of razors filling her small mouth as she grinned. Her scaled legs crossed, the girl leaned forward.

"Just one," she continued, "How much longer until I get to kill something? You've kept me waiting. I want to start showing them just what kind of punishment they're in for, you know?"

A single glance made it obvious she wasn't in the least bit human, nor was she of any of the other mortal races that dwelled in the world. The curling horns atop her head, the black scales that stood out against her almost paper-white skin, the tail extending from the base of her spine. Her wings were currently reduced and hidden, but they would only have added to the obviousness of her nature.

There was no denying Elizstrazia was a demon, and she would have laughed in the face of anyone who tried to make her hide it.

After a few moments, her crimson eyes drifted from the vehicle's other occupant, and out the window.

"Waiting this long has been a pain in the ass," she added, "Cooped up on that room, only allowed to stretch my legs when I was told. D'you know how frustrating that is? I don't think you can blame anyone for getting bored. I don't think you can blame me for wanting to do something fun."

It wasn't as if she didn't know why, in the first place. The memory was all too near. her body could barely move. She hated to even think about it. The shameful state she'd been in.

She didn't want them to see.

She didn't want them to know.

Thinking about it again made her fingers clench, her jaw clamp tighter, her red eyes narrowing.

So she'd been stuck.

Stuck until they told her it was safe for her to even walk again.

Sure, she had a lot more space when she was finally let out. But Elizstrazia hated the fact she had to be told it was safe in the first place.

She shouldn't have had to be stopped from doing so in the first place.

And she hated that she was still confined even then.

... At least those maids knew what kind of meat she liked.

But as much as she hated the fact she'd been told what she could and couldn't do like that, there were some things in this world she hated far more.

And this was her chance.

So of course she'd struck a deal.

"Besides, it's not like you'll need any of those others, so shouldn't they be glad to see me? They can admire my beauty, then take a break as I rip our enemies apart, right?"

Elizstrazia smirked, one of her hands placed to her chest. One could perhaps say she was briefly the picture of arrogance, at least if their idea of arrogance was a small draconic girl.

A Scale Demon was a Scale Demon, after all. Pride was a matter of course.

"Trust me, I'm beautiful even when I'm covered in blood, so they won't have to look away."

She was going to take full advantage of the chance she was given.

Those bastards would get what was coming to them.

She'd make sure.

[@Rune_Alchemist]