A Masked Snake

A slight hum echoed across the small room as the dark-haired female sat upon the comfortable chair, pushing it back and forth slightly, thoughts encompassing her head. These thoughts mainly consisted of one person and his whereabouts; Nathaniel. It baffled her as to how he could have disappeared from the guild hall assigning her the position to lead it whilst he was gone. If anything more, the girl thought he was absolutely stupid; leaving to some unknown place with the only way to inform her being a letter; how irresponsible and how stupid. Despite the fact that she had outwardly denied ever caring for such a human as him, the female was indeed slightly worried and wondered when he would come back. But regardless of that, for now that wasn’t the issue as a knock echoed across the room, radiating from the door as a head stuck itself inside calling out to her.

And Laycie knew who this man was; Marik Anderson, a fairly new member of the guild however, one she had been watching closely. “Hello Marik.” Laycie greeted him, not bothering to get up from the comfortable feeling of the chair that encompassed her small frame. “What brings you here to the guild master's office?” She questioned, curious as to what could have led the black-haired man into her temporary sanctuary; the guild master’s office. But regardless of what he was present within her office for, the demon had to admit that she had wanted to meet with him herself. Despite the small time he had been in the guild, it had come to her attention that he was quite a potential mage from the numerous amounts of missions he had been attempting. It also came to her attention about his history; about his past with Sabertooth and why he left that guild. Being a demon did have its advantages and it did indeed intrigue her for this man was quite a unique one to behold; one whose motive matched Basilisk Fang's to the fullest. And now that she was meeting him for the first time, Laycie was sure this meeting would be quite amusing.

The dark-haired female rose an eyebrow as Marik conveyed that he had some doubts he would like to clarify with her; she wondered what doubts the black-haired man may possess and regarding what. However, she knew this meeting would be quite entertaining as she held within her mind the knowledge of Marik’s past; from his entrance and departure in Sabertooth, the reason he left Sabertooth and then, his entrance and departure from Savage Skull till he finally placed himself within the confines of Basilisk Fang. Laycie crossed one of her leg over another and she was firmly seated upon her red-velvety chair, leaning into it, curious for the questions that man before her may aim towards her.

And finally, when he spoke, Laycie was quiet impressed for it was not every day you would see one who dared to come up to her in her territory and question her motives or her beliefs. A chuckle left the female’s lips as she recalled his statements about not respecting someone he had not been acquainted with. Oh, unbeknown to him, by the end of this little session, he would respecting her more than any other figure in his entire life.

Resting one of her hand on the frame of her seat as it supported her chin, the demon closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again; this time, however, staring face-to-face at the red umbrella were not purple hues but rather, red ones. Her orbs glowed in a light red colour; however, it was one that could illuminate a room and was clearly perceptible. Gazing at Marik as a slight smirk crawled onto her lips, Laycie decided to answer the questions he aimed towards her. And she was more than confident that by the end of this meeting, she would teach him to never disrespect her or question her ever again. Otherwise, the consequences would be ones that would be ghastly.

“Well, for starters, I have no idea whatsoever where Nathaniel may be. He just up and went without a word but rather, only a letter addressed to me conveying his departure and the fact that he wanted to pass down the position to me. And as for why I deserve the position, I want to ask a question of myself to you. Why do you think I don’t deserve this position?”