A random snipped of a conversation between Raya and Mephisto I wrote at work
Raya looked out the window. The waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of Skovos. It was beautiful.
Soft footsteps made her turn around, the energy in the air causing goosebumps.
Mephisto deliberately kept his distance; the Prophet's body seemed almost fragile, yet his gaze was that of a predator watching its prey.
"What am I doing here, Mephisto?"
"I welcome you to Skovos," he said with a smile. It was Akarat's warm smile, but Raya shook her head slightly. "Stay out of my head."
"Hmm," he said, and there was a slight change in his gaze that Raya couldn't interpret.
He walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back, and gazed at the landscape outside. Wild roses climbed up the sand-colored stone wall, and the light framed him… almost sacred.
Raya would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation, but her mind was still busy processing Neyrelle's death. She wasn't ready to just put it behind her yet.
The Prime Evil before her turned his head slightly, though his gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "I did not choose her fate and I haven't planned her demise just yet."
Raya froze for a moment. "Don't you dare blame her for this," she said, feeling anger welling up inside her. "She didn't choose this."
"No," Mephisto agreed. "But she knew the consequences."
"I should have taken the stone," Raya whispered.
That made Mephisto turn around. "No."
His reaction surprised her; she raised an eyebrow. "I should have," she said again.
Mephisto looked at her for a moment before turning away again. His grip on his hands seemed to tighten just so slightly.
There it was again. That same feeling she had when he'd stopped her from proceeding to the Cathedral of Hatred. That strange sensation that he made exceptions for her. It made her feel uneasy.
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