Disaster is the Song of Change [Mana/Ceal][Training]

Drowning, drowning, drowning. This word could be used again and again as the sanity of the tender lil' human munchkin began to sink further and further into the seas of laughter, mania and madness. It was a sight that never grew dull and one which this perverse queen thoroughly enjoyed to see consume Ceal. She was planting the seed of dementia and letting it blossom into a tree of bountiful insanity. It was great, it was amazing and she wanted to see her get pushed further off this cliff and into a pool of utter bliss, power and total orgasmic release!

Therefore, the pull of Mana's oh-so-sweet n' tangy energy would yank at the sides of The Mad Bolt's consciousness. Thousands of whispers would echo and repeat within the mind of the supple human. They would mutter delicate nothings about embracing the madness, letting it all go and going with the flow of the universe. It was only natural to stop fighting, to cease worrying thought and to become a fluent creature of action and art. To be anything less was utterly and totally a useless sentiment. She had the potential to be so much more and they simply wanted to see her shine like the dazzling star they knew she could be! It was a promise made in hell and these satanic spirits of madness were going to get just that for Ceal!

It's why the feelings of pleasure started to repeat and bounce within Ceal like a straitjacket bound nutjob of a man in a padded cell. Over and and over it would continue to pulsate, throb and grow stronger like an unending erection. More and more gleeful filled, mania inducing and bone thrilling thoughts would course through the veins of The Sweet Lil' Human. They would repeat over and over until that fear was nothing more than a distant memory on the backdrop of her s'ugar n' gumdrops view of life. It would be like an eruption high of cocaine, crack and acid exploding all at once to make her totally and completely enthralled within herself.

Yet, at the same time, the millions of voices and spirits beginning to rain down within Ceal would also begin to have her embrace something else. And just what was that something else? F-f-f-f-f-fear! FEAR! She needed to accept this terror in her heart and use it to glide through the skies of manic happiness. As there was oh-so much fear in the world to indulge, consume and find yourself lost in. If ya can't handle it, well, toots, your ass is grass. It's as simple as that. So even if the mania couldn't help, the madness could allow one to become antiqued with that horrible dismay and anxiety. And, in doing so, one could find a way to deal with the depravity of the world and face it with the most beautiful of grins and smiles!

So, by the time our precious little bundle of electricity was finding her getting shanked, this effect was already beginning to come into play and she was feeling herself totally become one with that masochistic pleasure. As, in this life, the universe and cosmos itself was going to throw all sorts of wonderfully horrible things ya way. And, ya either would adapt and embrace it, or ya would stay stagnant and die like a lil' ugly bitch. Pahahahah!

Fortunately, Ceal wasn't no bitch! Oh, she was ready to piss herself, shit herself and vomit all over herself because of how much terror was beating within her essence! Yet, she still had a fighting spirit to not run entirely away from this circumstance she was oh-so-randomly thrown into. Therefore, as the shadow figure started to jack The Human's body up something fierce, The Seal Of Eris started to react and activate within our tender blonde's inner self.

Just what in the hell was the seal doing? Easy peasy: it was injecting flexible muscle memory into her body! What? You think she wasn't gonna get some convenient upgrade of sorts? Well, think again ya bastard. Since she was placed into a most ugly situation, the seal has more than enough room to react and give her pointers to thrust her body into becoming a better fighter. And, to become a better fighter, one's body has to react and go with the flow. Therefore, Mana's seal would allow Ceal to move more fluently, to react without thinking and to be able to better dodge, counter and anticipate the movements of the shadow as this satanic knowledge was infused into her mind.

All lil' miss Ceal had to do was find the courage to let it guide her, to remember it's lessons and to fight our trashy lil' shadow clone over there! As, once again, it was already coming in for another stab at her gut. It wanted blood and it wasn't going to stop until she could figure out a way to disarm it, punch it or do something to defend herself better than the show she put on in the precious round. And, it wasn't like Ceal was powerless! All she needed to do was tune out the fear, focus into her power and have that lightning storm of strength within herself boil and erupt to the surface to make this threat rendered useless!

Hence, it's why our mad Queen was sitting on a throne chair (yeah, she formed one randomly while all of this was going down. Hehe) and started clapping for Ceal to do something. She had total belief that her pet could find a way out of this! And, if she did really good, Mana had more than enough rewards to keep The Blondie happy. All she had to do was perform, perform and perform! A good show was needed and she wanted to see what the human was going to be made of in a circumstance like this! IT WAS BREAK IT OR MAKE IT TIME, BABY!

Laughing.... Laughing... More laughter..

...It was everywhere, filling the forest..

It echoed and bounced, filling one ear then the next. Filling her mind with depravity witch each giggle...

Just as Ceal was feeling she had bit of more than she could chew, a laughter filled her head. She had heard this voice, before. It was scarce and distant at times, but she knew that she had heard it, felt it's presence before. She thought it was merely a figment of her imagination, and it could surely very well still be. However, one thing was certain was that now it was more prevalent than it's ever been before. It invaded her thoughts, filling her mind with images. Her mind's canvas showed picture after picture of disturbing images. Of things once cute or normal, falling, warping into broken versions of themselves. Teddy bears showing rips, pictures of young girls once sweet, only to reveal an aftermath involving in their dead, blood soaked bodies, some naked, others not.

Ceal gripped at her head tightly with both her arms, the action causing more of her blood to trickle down, having been squeezed from her wound. These images, where were they coming from?! It was maddening to see. Every image that came up, it always had something terrible happen to it. It all ended up in distorted ruin. Corrupted, tainted, ruined.


Now matter how hard Ceal clenched at her ears, her head, the voice, it wouldn't stop. It now evolved from it's demented laughter, instead repeating the same word over and over again. Each word rebounded from different locations in her mind, tackling her psyche from every direction. The world swirled around in her mind and she didn't know what was going on.

On the outside, it was clear she was having pains, but another thing to note was how strongly her mark of Eris was glowing. With it, it's terrible power was reaching new heights, spewing out energy with an almost audible sound, like it was roaring. As if following suit, Ceal's soul felt like it was screaming, agony taking over and forcing it's power out. Visually, Mana would be able to see the darkness that swirled around her, dragging out Ceal's lightning into a swirling vortex of darkness and electricity.

...Now fall

The voice whispered harshly to her, almost feeling it's sickly breath on the nape of her neck. Ceal opened her eyes in shock, in fear. In denial and so many other negative emotions in the split second that face was shown in. She began to scream, a shriek that was both blood curdling and almost kinda pitiful. The scream was out of fear, out of pain. Her mind was being assaulted by these images, of these voices that so desperately urged her into darkness, into the madness, the discord.

Her body twisted and contorted with the pain, the psychological molestation, making her look more like a malfunctioning puppet than a human being. Ceal was desperate, but unable to fight this, to hold anything back during this time. Whether or not this was Mana's intention anymore was a pointless thing to think about, for it was far, far too late. Ceal had noticed and worried about what would happen to her before, what would change her. If she'd still be her.

No, none of that mattered anymore, for it was happening. Biting her lip maniacally, she drew blood, tasting the metallic flavor in her mouth as blood dripped down her chin. Her body was trembling violently, dropping to her knees again. She was so shaky that she couldn't even stand, not even anchoring her arms to her head, or in a folded cross could stop them from trembling. She felt as if she would become sick, but no, that wasn't right.

With each intake of breath, she felt her vision blur and glow, her heartbeat was felt in her throat, it's racing beat faster than ever before. Ceal looked at the ground which seemed to waver, change and warp. Ceal was sweating now, profusely, even though it wasn't hot. Her breaths came jagged and labored as the swirling vortex around her continued to rage.

Ceal was breaking, she could feel it now. It left her scared, but it left her relieved too. For a while now she was weighing on her mind what was happening. She was seeing delusions, hearing things that went bump in the night for a while now. Most of the times, those delusions were happy, manic figments of her imagination that just seem to show themselves in her daily life more little by little. The snuck in so subtly that Ceal had never given it much thought, doubting herself and assuming those hallucinations were just a part of who she's always been.

That was why, even though she was frightened, she was also relieved. For now she somewhat understood. Those hallucinations were real, and they were a part of her now. She had been changed already, and her breaking now just meant that her shell was cracking, hatching a new life into the world, giving her a revival, being reborn anew.

Now, her whole body was glowing. The pinkish light illuminating the dark forest while her body subtly changed, having accepted the mark in it's entirety. Ceal hugged her self while her back arced upward, throwing her face to the sky as a stifled moan escaped her lips. It was happening, she was changing.

Her canine teeth appeared to be growing, elongating while a skinny but dark tail sprouted from her backside. It was spaded and had full muscle movement. But, Ceal's transformation didn't stop there, two little demon wings also revealed themselves from behind her. She also seemed to almost.. regress age wise too, appearing to be only about fifteen. It wasn't a huge change, but something notable nevertheless. It could be the demonization that changed that about her, since demons naturally live longer, even though she wasn't fully one. She was a nice little half-breed.

Seeing the world through her new eyes, Ceal could see clearly the shadow coming at her, making another pass with the dark knife. With her mouth still slightly open, revealing her demon canines, she was breathing heavily, panting, desperately trying to get some oxygen inside of her.

However, the shadow mana seemed slower this time, like Ceal was able to react to it much easier than before. And since Ceal had snapped, she was all too ready to fight back, eager to become aggressive and rip apart the thing that stabbed her.

The figure was on her now, mere moments from stabbing right at Ceal's chest. With a quick moment, something of a blur, Ceal finally moved, grabbing at the forearm holding the blade. If she succeeded in grappling it, would use her newfound strength to grip harder, crushing it.

Whether or not she actually did was of no consequence, because now she stood up once more, her green eyes showing a gleam of red at their corners, proof that she was no longer quite the person she was. The expression on her face was also one Ceal would never have shown. Her eyes wide and almost bugging out of their sockets, almost trembling. Other than, that it almost showed a void of emotion. Such a lack of emotion that honestly it looked creepy, like a moving doll. The only exception to this was how wide her grin were.

With both of her hands, she formed vortexes of darkness within them, using the proficiency she had just gained at successfully casting one disaster bolt and using both of her hands to emulate it. She would make this bolt ever stronger, larger, bigger. It would appear to be a storm, rather than just a bolt.

Wildly flinging her arms forward, her electric soul merged with the maddening darkness launching not one, but two disaster bolts, both significantly larger than the first one she had cast, directly at the shadowing figure who was honestly not but 2 meters away her. Was damn near pointblank.

With those two bolts, Ceal cast out her anxieties, her rage, denial, fear, all of it. They were fueled by her maddened emotions as they coiled around each other violently, taking up an easy 3 feet in diamater as they spiraled out from her arms and hands.

In the back of Ceal's mind, she was actually kind of hoping that she was putting on a good show for her queen, her personal Dark Star. Sure, the forefronts of her mind right now were storming around in maddening turmoil, but there was that small part that wanted to please her master no matter how depraved everything got. She wanted to devote herself, solely. She wanted to do good, to please her and earn a reward.

..A-Ah... a reward... that sounds.. lovely

It was liberating. The thoughts, this sensation, This... FEELING. It was all so liberating! Like Ceal, the now hybrid of demonic and human origin was opening her eyes for the very first time. Opening them to a world that was impossibly beautiful. Her mind, it painted within her subconsious mind the images Ceal wanted to see, now which, were so much more than even she could comprehend.

She felt the inner most self of her being, her very core. It had changed, that much was certain. Prior to this, it had been changing, evolving and adapting to help her accommodate and survive the terrible demonic influences of the relic placed upon her body. The seal of eons past, the mark of a Goddess. Despite it's chaotic nature, the changed had been modest up to this point, subtle. It was planting it's influence to everywhere upon Ceal's body that would make the most difference during those times.

'Twas easy to say it was building up to this very moment, when those changes would activate, detonating within the very constructs of her body, mind, and soul. With this, her soul had no choice but to adapt to it's influence if it hoped to survive this moment. If the corruption settling inside of her were to be rejected, it would likely cause a breakdown, destroying her very existence from reality.

Through her willpower, the growing of her maddening curiosity, and her love for her Mana, it was possible these were the reasons the corruption that set in were able to meld and combine with her. They changed her, forever.

She would never be the same from this moment forward.

Ceal was panting now, having exerted quite a bit of energy both from her own soul, and from the infused energies from the Mark of Eris. She felt good though, like something that had been building up was finally.... finally able to be released. It was like the best climax of her life, to destroy something envisioning it to be the thing that had ruined her previous life.

In that life she was so carefree, not a worry in the world. Even after the tragedy, she chose not to enact revenge. To seek vengeance upon the people who destroyed her world. She chose to turn away from it but, it's not like those feelings ever truly went away. A hunger like that could not be sated by mere fasting. She cursed her own powerlessness, she vied to never let something like that to happen to anyone she cared about ever gain. It took so much from her, to not succumb to the anger. To blindly seek to destroy those who destroyed her. To bring them down into the darkness of her world.

When she woke from her coma, her anger was gone. The shield to her emotions was gone, it left nothing but emptiness. A void between her and her precious emotions. For the longest time she felt as if she was unfit for those emotions, those feelings. Like her moment of weakness in that time made her unworthy to bear the title of being human. Of living. Her life had been over since that day.

A clock stopped, the hands of time paused on the minute of that day, of that month, year.

Perhaps that is the reason she sought Mana. Perhaps she desperately wanted to become close to something that seemed as timeless as she felt. Was it so wrong to need something, to want something for selfish reasons? After Ceal made contact with Mana, she knew from that point forward that, ever since she woke from that slumber, she was meant for this.

It was for that reason she would anything, and everything it took, to make that a reality. At first, and from the outside, this would seem like an unrealistic chain of thoughts. Looking at it logically, one would be right. But viscerally, there were so many things that made sense, especially in Ceal's thoughts.

With those thoughts still in her mind, Ceal looked back at her Dark Star, the entity that pulled Ceal into her gravitational field. Escape from her now was hopeless, but life with her at the center was full of possibilities, of maddening bliss, of manic beauty.

The face Ceal saw, just briefly, on her face was one of a confusing mixture of expressions. She looked happy at least, almost coveting, viewing Ceal's madness from the outside with her impossible, reality breaking power to imagine others madness.

Ceal only got a few moments of looking at that wonderful face before it faded, the sight being altered to viewing an emerald world, one that contained only one entity: A Child. Ceal didn't even have to look at it to know it was some projection of Mana herself. It practically reaked with the wonderful scent of her master. Something she'd grown quite fond of over the weeks since she'd had this collar forever signifying her place as her property.

Confused, but mostly surprised, Ceal absently fondled her collar, having been reminded of it.

C-Cute... She's so... cute. Mmmmm, I wanna touch her so bad!

She thought to herself, her facial expressions shifting from cuteness overdose, to love, to covet and over and over again. She had to bite her finger just to anchor her self control, lest she let out the gush of emotions she felt for the little girl apparition in front of her.

Ceal noticed how the whispers from before, the images invading her mind were gone. Right now it was just her and Mana now. With that, She began to speak to her. She spoke in a solemn tone, one very different than her norm. They were words of keen advice, powerful enough to bring Ceal to full attention despite her mind being all over the place.

The words she spoke, urging her to let the madness take over, to allow her sanity to snake away, giving birth to a new Ceal. By this description, her psychosis would not be an ailment, but a cure. It would free her from this or that, allowing her to derive pleasure in thoughts that didn't make sense. In forms that were formless, in the pure irony of the word itself.

To be truthful, Ceal didn't mind losing her freedom. At this moment, if she was shackled to the Queen forever, it would be non the difference to her. It would only serve to concrete what she was already committed to.

Still, the words she spoke, especially towards the end. It felt like she knew her, like she already understood what had happened to her before. Her words really hit home, causing a warm feeling to swell up from Ceal's chest. Following this feeling, she couldn't help but smile. It would have been a normal smile, except it was crooked, just the slight tinge of mania coming from it.

It was this acceptance, this take on the maddening influence of the Eris mark that allowed her body to change as such. The waves of energy washing away her doubts and fears. Like she said, that very energy was also volatile in nature which could indeed threaten to consume her if she showed it a moment of weakness.

Ceal did want to think that, the gentleness of her soul, the light that still spurred from within her was enough to keep herself in check, to not be lost, even as that very light became tainted, it was still hers. It may shine a different color now, it might even change entirely. But it was still her, it was still the core of her being and so long as she believed it was indomitable, she could persevere.



That is her will.



With those thoughts in her mind, the pocket reality broke, and it was then that she enacted her counter strike against the black Mana. The real one, however, seemed very pleased with the display. In the moment of Ceal's attack, her movements, erratic and unpredictable, but perhaps the scariest thing was how the bolts of darkness filled lightning roared out, relentlessly seeking the shadow, aching to feast upon it's energy. they hunted with almost predatory blood lust, seeking to rip apart it's mark.

She heard the clapping of her master and mentor into this darkness. Twas indeed that she had been pleased by her obliteration of the shadow. So pleased in fact she once again graced her with her praise in the form of words. Her voice pure ecstasy to her ears.

”Ah, it is true that I feel so different now. Empowered!” She replied, flexing the muscles in her arm and balling up her hand. She could indeed feel the incredible power. She turned to look at Mana again, her eyes wide from excitement, but her brow making them seem oddly focused as she grinned roguishly. ”At first... I was scared, but now I feel the terrible power that has now fully fused within me. With it, I can feel it... This insatiable desire to change the world. But first... But first! It needs to be ruined. It needs to be dragged down and reduced into nothingness, before it can be reformed.”

HA HA HA HA!

…..Well said,

Ceal didn't expect that voice again, this time it's words were clearer to her, the voice less diluted and it really did feel like it came from the nape of her neck. She jerked and looked over, but no one was there. Still grinning, she didn't expect anyone to be there anyway, that voice was her after all, wasn't it?

The world indeed looked different with her change. Her eyes sharper than they'd ever been could see details so far away. The energies that flowed throughout were visible as differently hued mists. The magical world that had been lost to her so long ago felt itself returning, and with the glow in her eyes, she could see it all.

Awestruck, but so overly excited, happy, and elated, Ceal couldn't help her emotions and spun around and around. Extending her arms out to keep her balance as she giggled in a both cute but creepy tone, one that gave the vibe of happiness, but also an odd and detached eccentric vibe. Like a little girl murderer who could giggle at the face of her victims with the facade of innocence, despite the terrible atrocities they commit.

In one of her spins, she could see her grinning master motion to her, urging her to come to her. She was now sitting in a large throne. She had no idea how it got here, but deducted by it's overwhelming....green, that the Queen had created it. She wasted no time in heading over, half trotting, half hopping from her elation.

Once she was just a step away, she smiled and looked intently at her. Ceal had her hands folded behind her waist, looking all sorts of cute despite the roiling energies still churning within her. It was then that Mana spoke, offering up her blood as a reward for her display. Ceal would have been lying if she said she wasn't surprised. To her, something like this wasn't even thought up, despite being logically one of the best things Mana could do if she hoped to keep her in a combat ready form.

With a small hesitation, Ceal closed in. Her face was rapidly growing red from the proximity of her and Mana, but she pushed on. She was different now and she showed that with how she was becoming more forward. Slowly, but not terribly slowly, Ceal carefully climbed on the throne with her master, sliding her knees on the platform on either side of Mana's lap. Her arms stretched out, being used as leverage against the back rest right beside the head of her queen.

She was definitely awkward at this, trying to be so forward yet being her pet at the same time. Still, she had to do this! Mana did say she could pick any spot, right? Ceal's face was now mere inches from Mana's, and her reddened face filled with a combination of exhaustion that was finally taking hold, love, but also desire.

She wanted so badly to kiss her for her praise, for the power she gave her, for the life she gave her... But she didn't, at the last moment she dodged her lips and with a lust filled sigh, sunk her teeth deep into the neck of her Queen, tasting the delectable crimson of her life force. It was so delicious that it came to a shock to her, almost causing her to recoil and reel from the pleasure. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

It took her a paramount level of willpower to stop after a while, after her wounds were healed, and her stamina seemed to return to her. She rose her head, a streak of red running from her lips down her chin. With eyes distant, she smiled to her queen, still straddling her on the throne of her construct.

”I can hear something.. a tune,” She began, her eyes twinkling with the thoughts of love and covet that filled her mind, of the desire the dominated her. ”Disaster... it's the song of change,"

Break, crack and shatter. The world, perception and sense of self within her little pet was evolving, changing and shifting. The corruption of madness's enlightenment had seeped it's nirvana-esqe high into her being and liberated her away from an old, outdated and useless sense of self. Everything had changed and been painted into a vivid array of colors, thoughts and emotions which could otherwise help to expand and enhance the connection which Ceal had with herself, the world and all the bullshit surrounding it.

It was a wonderful view to see birthed within the four corners of her soul. The core was morphing into something much more and she was beginning to understand the depths of absurdity. The way her mind twinged, spirit twinged and body adapted made Mana believe that she was one of the few beings capable of wholly comprehending this existence of abusrdism. There was nothing to gain by constraining one's self to a shell of mortality, sanity and rationality. All that lay there is ruin, stagnation, pain and all things which otherwise bring a spirit down into decay and sorrow. Nay. What Ceal sought and was going to get had been something much greater than that.

All her life the human had wondered what exactly had been building up to get her to this point. These alterations of madness were what had been compiling up in the world around her and within herself. As she was trapped within their allure for they were the only truth in this non-sensible reality they called theirs. It is why The Empress of this element would not allow it to break her to the point of eradicating her whole self. No. She would be broken, everything would be re-made and she'd be molded into a proper child of discord. However, Ceal would NOT die on this die and she'd be reborn in the image of total depravity just as intended.

Yet, what was more curious had been the sentiment of love radiating throughout the creatures being. Since her whole mind, heart, body and spirit were bare for The Queen of Demons to see; The Demoness's astral eye could not avert its gaze from that sweet scent of yearning admiration. It was an amusing turn of events to see this move love and affection burning within her soul. And while a part of herself would love to break that love, the greater part of her has no interest in shattering it. The reason being is because she could feel a bond somewhere within her spirit and it was only a matter of time before her true chaotic form was unveiled. So why burn this bridge and steer her astray? There were millions of other fodder for that dull ruse.

So it is why Ol' Mana would reward the woman would a simple hug. Emerging from behind the human would be the pale skinned empress in her all her glory; bestowing her regenerative emerald green energies around her body so that she may receive the nutrients, energy and satisfaction of relieving that primal craving of Mana's bare body. All of these traits and more should prove more than enough to bring the woman back to life and understand that her enlightened mania would not lead her astray. If nothing else, Mother Mana would see her fellow spawn through the gates of discord to see another horizon of chaos.

"Come now, child. Ya' must be more ravished than a mere mortal man stuck in the desert with no food or water for days on end. Drink as much as ya' need."

There was a more gentle and mature tone heard in the voice of Mana at that point in time. Instead of her usual lively, catty and downright sadistic voice; what had been replaced was the voice of someone kinder and more mother-like than the usual Queen. As she rubbed the head of Ceal, more and more power would begin to infuse and embed itself within the depths of The Mad Bolt. The particles of The Demon's energy were synchronizing themselves with the thought of powerlessness swirling about Ceal's head when in reflection of her past. If she yearned for such a thing as strength? Mana had no qualms bestowing such a wondrous gift to her. As that is the gift which comes with having been broken, after all.

"Ya' aren't wrong for desirin' anything. I can feel it within ya' heart that ya' craved this. And I'll be first one to say: selflessness is a form of negative madness. Ya' can indulge in it, but it won't give ya' what ya crave."

The more this interaction more, the further it became evident that Mana was reaching a form of emotional telepathy in the way that she was able to interrupt the feelings swirling, stewing and boiling within the spirit of Ceal. After all: why should it be considered a bad thing to desire to be whole? It's a craving that must be satisfied and Mana was more than happy to oblige that hunger for one of her seeds of chaos.

Which is why her emotional insight allowed her to further push the boundaries between the two and had the vision of her childish form emerge back within the mind of Ceal. In the form of yet another hug, the whole of Ceal's soul would feel this warm embrace from that young incarnation of Eris and it would give a lusty chucklle in return.

'Touch? You wish to touch and hold this madness that corrupts you so? Go on: see if I care. Get lost in it's warmth as it's the only thing you have in this world anymore.'

And, in that moment of that creature talking, the whole of Ceal's body would feel as if it had been drowned, submerged and eased into a sea of everlasting heat and relaxation. The pain would numb, the exhaustion would lift and it would be as if she were bathing in a bubble bath filled with the most precious of cinnamon scents. It was meant to soak every last bit of her in a sedative madness that blocked out all forms of her torment in that moment.

For Ceal was now beginning to understand and accept this discord within her heart. It showed from the wavelength of her spirit, to the expanding of her mind and down right to the crooked smile emerging across her face. Indeed, she was maturing and evolving into something much more than she could have ever imagined. As these reasons would be the deciding factor in her not saying a single word to The Mad Bolt as she expressed her jubilation at coming pass this crossroads.

Not even during her feasting would Mana dare say a word. Instead, she would look longingly at her pet as she drank the essence of this universe's vital madness into her being. It pleased her to see Ceal drinking this life force up and turning it into her own. It is why Mana pulled Ceal closer, read into her desires and embraced her in a tender kiss. That's what every orifice in her body was screaming, right? Why not reward her with a little something more?

"Aye. Madness is a beautiful tune, isn't it?"

With the closing of her eyes, Mana would rest back on her throne and begin to feel a rather heavy tiredness come over her. With one look at Ceal, she'd smile and nod her head:

"Lil' pet, I believe this is enough training today. Let's call it a day and rest for now, mmm? You've done well for yourself and I'd rather not see you take on more than ya' can chew, dear. "