[Private] Laycie/Seikatsu Social

“So, this is Rose Garden.” A light whisper escaped the female who stood at the frontier of Rose Garden; her amethyst hues gliding over the array of diversely coloured lacrima’s that floated around; illuminating the area, creating glades of lights which pierced the magnitudes of darkness. Floods of ecstatic laughter boomed around with jovial visages arising from children, adults and even the elderly; all of whom were accumulated within the vicinity of the area to relish in some personal time with their loved ones; be it families depicted by the innocence of the young running around whilst their guardians watched in glee or even, lovers depicted by the actions of lovingly holding each other’s hands, leaning a head on a shoulder and gazing at one another as if they had finally attained their inner peace. Peace, tranquility, and serenity radiated in waves from Rose Garden.

And Laycie, all but, hated it.

Hate is a very powerful word however, the raven-haired beauty could not describe what she felt for the entire thing apart from that one word as she stood there, clothed elegantly in a crimson dress, reaching till her knees with intricate patterns stitched neatly upon it as the skirt lightly and beautifully flowed due to the graze of the wind against the light fabric. Her luscious dark-brown locks descended gracefully down her back; a few strands braided at the side of her hair as a fringe swept across her forehead. Coupled with her petite appearance and somewhat, child-like features, Laycie could be easily mistaken as a young girl. Oh, but she was far from that.

In actuality, the raven-haired beauty was a demon. A demon who had rose from the depths of Hell to prance around on the face of the world of the living for another glance at humanity. It was merely a show for her which she had hoped would end in the downfall of humanity which was one specific reason as to why she had in, the first place, joined the ranks of Basilisk Fang. A guild donated to the cause to free Fiore from the clutches of the Magic Council and construct a world with a simple motto: ‘Only the strong shall survive’. A fight would occur; the righteous against the non-righteous and the demon would be present to witness that; the amusement and mirth attained from that conflict, that encounter would be perhaps, the best she would ever witness in her 200 or more years of living.

A light chuckle emanated from the back of her throat at that prospect and she strode forth into the depths of Rose Garden. Why she may attempt to do so when the woman clearly hated the place was simple; out of extreme boredom. Perhaps, her endeavor into Rose Garden may give her a source of entertainment to satisfy her immense monotony. And indeed, it did for as she walked forth; Laycie came upon a figure. He sat within the expanse of dim lighting; the only source of illumination emitting from a graceful fountain; spectacular in its architecture which was yet again powered by lacrima’s as it radiated a surreal sensation of serenity and beauty. The sight really did make the demon want to throw up.

However, the words emitting from the figure’s lips as he classified himself into categories; vicious and immoral ones made a slight smirk present itself upon the demon’s lips. The following events did only more to increase her curiosity about the figure as she witnessed a child who came forth to the figure and he hushed her away in a soothing manner. His appearance was indeed, one that caught Laycie’s immense interest as well. The man was peculiar and deviant for sure. He was not entirely evil yet the wickedness was brewing in him and that if more than anything, intrigued Laycie. A meeting was sure to happen as words poured out of her lips, aimed at the anomalous figure.

“Why hello there! Don’t you seem to be lonely?~” She spoke as only one thought echoed in her mind, “This is going to be a very interesting encounter, indeed.”

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Upon the male’s question directed towards the dark-haired demon, a smirk emanated from her pale lips as she positioned herself, leaning against the bark of a tree. From his manner of speaking, it was more than clear he was one who did not dilly dally or beat around the bush – a saying commonly used by humans associated with meaningless chattering – and got straight to the point. His questions came in a bundle and they did not surprise the demon; oh no. They in fact, intrigued her. The cloaked figure standing before her, encasing and hiding his identity from the human world was an interesting fellow indeed; one it would be quite enjoyable and exhilarating to associate herself with. And by associate, it meant to play with his minds. After all, when had Laycie ever been one to merely communicate with an individual for the sole purpose of getting to know them? Every interaction was a game; a game in which the demon had to emerge victorious, a game in which her foe – in this case, the cloaked man – would kneel before her.

Chuckling slightly, deciding to free herself from the confines of her thoughts, she faced the cloaked figure, still standing upon her position deciding that this time, a confrontation from a distance would be better. By what she had gathered so far, the man was no mere fool and he indeed, did not trust her considering she was a demon despite, being one of this kind. However, the demon kind was one in which none would trust another; that was the beauty of it. And upon that basis, a weapon would likely be at his disposal and if the raven-haired demon tried anything, the blade – which she suspected to be the most likely option – would perhaps, pierce against her flesh. Individuals such as him were not to be underestimated or instigated for she could sense the internal power he possessed and it was no haze that it was greater than hers considering the fact she had hers stolen a few days prior.

A game, however, would still be played. No physical interaction necessary; just by mere words bouncing from one to the other, digging into their core for Laycie’s belief lay in the fact that it was the emotions of any being, regardless of their race that controlled them. Hence, controlling the emotions would emerge her as the victor.

“Indeed, you are right.” She started, her voice laced with elegance, taking a slight pause before proceeding further into a slight speech of her own; answering his questions with sufficient answers and presenting ones of her own. “It is a rare occurrence for two demons to meet and I have to admit I have not encountered the likes of many of my kind upon the surface of the humans. Hence, it was out of mere curiosity when I sensed your aura that I decided an interaction was a must. And don’t worry; I’m not one of those that must absolutely require a clash. I assure you this will be quite a peaceful meeting between two of the same kind. As for my name, it is Laycie Vessalius; may I ask what yours may be? And as for my appearance, you are again, right. After all, wouldn’t you agree that fooling with the minds of these mere mortals is quite an enjoyable task? Moreover, it is far safer and easier to access things in this world as one of them hence, I adopted the frame of a human child. Quite cute, wouldn’t you agree?~"

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