The man knew that Naraku was smarter than the candidates that came before her. She was the real deal demon he had been looking for. But something wasn't working. It was holding her back, she knew it, he knew it, and to be frank all of Leviathan knew it. D'Nalsta was pleased to hear that she realized that she had taken a sudden dip in badassery. He knew she could of gotten up and wiped the floor with the Principle in no time, but he didn't accept near-deaths as successes. When she fell off that roof she lost the fight, because if it had not been for her pet coming to her aid, it would of ended badly. D'Nalsta had affection for this girl however, so he didn't punish her for not completing the task by her self. He loved her in many ways to be honest, in how he lusted for her body and soul, and as a parental figure who wanted to make sure she was strong enough to not have to worry about the Magic Council, Wizard Saints, or anything of the sort. He smirked lightly before speaking to the female before him. "What is your name?"
He asked her this so that she would actually reflect on her past, they had been charging forward this whole time, but from her first amazing growth-spurt D"Nalsta studied her habits and actions. She seemed to rapidly increase her powers through unlocking some sort of seal breaking magic. It was always happening when she faced some powerful opponent. Her lust for battle and cunning in the battlefield were unrivaled, and on par with the best sorts of succubi, but her hunger for power was lacking, her selfishness to be the best was absent, she didn't have the drive. Or so D'Nalsta thought in his head, after-all he didn't read minds, he only went by what he saw. Licking his lips slowly he had to believe in her, this was to be the Queen, the mother of the Endworld. So he waited to hear her reply. He was not in a rush to send her away just yet, not without first giving her the knowledge she needed. "Do you remember your mother?"
He asked her this so that she would actually reflect on her past, they had been charging forward this whole time, but from her first amazing growth-spurt D"Nalsta studied her habits and actions. She seemed to rapidly increase her powers through unlocking some sort of seal breaking magic. It was always happening when she faced some powerful opponent. Her lust for battle and cunning in the battlefield were unrivaled, and on par with the best sorts of succubi, but her hunger for power was lacking, her selfishness to be the best was absent, she didn't have the drive. Or so D'Nalsta thought in his head, after-all he didn't read minds, he only went by what he saw. Licking his lips slowly he had to believe in her, this was to be the Queen, the mother of the Endworld. So he waited to hear her reply. He was not in a rush to send her away just yet, not without first giving her the knowledge she needed. "Do you remember your mother?"
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