she approaches ilyas, her steps slow and methodical. the mirror he's staring in is growing stronger in intensity - as expected. but ilyas himself... ]
What do you see?
[ her fingers twitch by her side, the muscles through her arms tense and ready. she doesn't feel a demon inside him, and he doesn't feel like a demon, but there's something she can't quite recognize.
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[ ...something is not right.
she approaches ilyas, her steps slow and methodical. the mirror he's staring in is growing stronger in intensity - as expected. but ilyas himself... ]
What do you see?
[ her fingers twitch by her side, the muscles through her arms tense and ready. she doesn't feel a demon inside him, and he doesn't feel like a demon, but there's something she can't quite recognize.
she hates it. ]