#thirteenthassassin

How long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Perhaps even years. She did not know. There was no way to tell time here, where she resided. And still, the Demon continued to grow restless. Her Glass had been used to often recently. More often than was normal. And she had heard things from the woman who changed faces, now called Abyss I.R. She would be meeting someone new. A potential candidate for possession. Oh, it had been far too long since last she was able to leave her Glass. It would be a welcome change.

The woman's footsteps echoed in the single, dimly-lit chamber of red that the sinful vessel contained, one that only she could access, and she smirked, quietly examining the red nails on her left hand. Whoever this new morsel was, she would be sure to have so very much fun with them. Before too long, another set of footsteps, this time, not her own, joined hers, though they seemed very far away. Abyss I.R. was going somewhere, and a wide, manic grin grew where the smirk once stood. This must be it. It absolutely has to be.

She heard the sorceress's voice, and then another. The name Ney... She could not contain her curiosity, and looked from her Glass, just in time to see a strange blonde girl looking at her vessel as it was removed from Abyss's coat. Was she the one that would play host for her? Something smelled so familiar about her... Even her soul seemed recognizable. But she couldn't place her finger on it... Regardless, there did not seem to be anything that would stand in the way of her gaining possession of the other. This alone pleased the Demon even more than the promise of a new body to acquire and manipulate. Oh, it would be such a shame if there did indeed turn out to be something that she could not yet see.

And finally (FINALLY), she was delivered to the girl, her grin spreading from ear to ear when she again sensed nothing stopping her. But possession could wait. For now, she just wanted to play with her new "toy", one that Abyss had been so kind to deliver to her. And finally, she would speak up.

"Who might you be, child?"

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