Demon in Control

"Haha, yeah I really know nothing. Mind teaching me?"

"You're far too irrelivent to be any use explaining it to."

"Tshk." She pouted slightly, glancing away from him without a care, "I don't think you know who you're dealing with, darling. Though your little friend, Sora, would know quite well."

"Wha?"

"You really do know nothing. Pathetic."

"Why would you manipulate Darius?"

"He worked so well as a puppet the last time, I almost got him to kill his own brother. Of course, that Sora woman interrupted that time, however she's become quite important to my plans now."

"Because I'll have yours cut across long before your blade even draws blood from my own." She smirked, "Not that it will kill me anyways, I've had my heart ripped out before and, well," The purple-haired mage chuckled, "I'm quite alright."

"Your name came up once, but he didn’t want to talk about."

"So he's still grieving over my apparent death? Good. That should make it far easier to manipulate him once again."

"Apparently yes because I am that confused." 

"Hm.... It appears Dari still doesn't care for you that much, if you know not who I am. Perhaps I yet hold a chance of making him mine once again."

"I'm not the first, but neither you nor the other knows of her abilities just yet. And honestly," She kicked the keyblade from his hand, sending it flying a good four yards before pointing her own at his throat, "You shouldn't trust me."

She looked at her very confused.

"Oh, must I spell it out for you?"

"Hmmm… Why does that sound familiar?"

"Perhaps because Darius was mine long before he was yours."

"Murdoch, I remember that name." The Greenfield's had been a well respected and rather powerful family when they were still around, but from what Sara remembered they weren't exactly friends of the Murdoch's. "Must you be so hostile to a woman?"

"Ok, who are you?"

"Oh, yes. I would be Sara."

"I, myself, am known as Padma. However, the keyblader you see before you is a woman by the name of Sara Greenfield." She bowed slightly, gracefully twirling her keyblade behind her back. "And you are?"

"May I ask why I am boring stranger?"

"You're far too plain. And common. I wonder what Dari sees in you."

"Hm. Very well." She held her hand out in front of her, requiping a keyblade that almost had the look of crystals to it.

"Hmmm?"

"You, darling, are quite boring."

"Not quite, my dear. Between you and I, and one other if my plans play out just so, there should be three." She smirked slightly.