Azure eyes squinted in the noon sun, as light was reflected cleanly off of the city mirrors of towers, windows, cars, road signs, and traffic lights. For such a sensitive being, all of this never ceased to surprise her with its radiance, and she never once could get used to it, despite all of her efforts. The blue sky overhead mimicked the color of her cerulean eyes, which were not only bold and bright in her human form, but also in her original shape of a silver chocolate tabby feline. However, the Daemon had moved on beyond such a simple and somewhat pathetic shape; she was two beings, not one, and her Daemon form portrayed the mix of the majestic domestic cat of her first form, and the fierce silver fox of her other half.

For now, however, Invidia would remain silent. The real Daemon of Envy that had merged with the stubborn mortal soul would continue to sleep as Ecclesia decided against straying too far from the original will and intent of the monster. They both shared a soul, and should have been seen as only one personality. Unfortunately, that would not be the case as Ecclesia began to familiarize herself more and more with the human world. She began experiencing something beyond making allies and associates. In the past, after she had escaped her banishment in the dark forest, the Daemon had vowed to trust no one, and accept only promised loyalty with a harsh edge of suspicion, and a touch of true doubt. Soon enough, her closest consorts became only 'allies', while everyone else was still a mere 'associate'. In the end, however, they all only remained as acquaintances.

Yet soon enough, the Daemon would find a different source of strength after killing the Totem-Master and mate of the Chief of the Tribe of Burning Eclipse, Caelum. Why? A complex story, really meant for another time. As Darkwood would soon remember and Ecclesia discover, Caelum was a proto-Daemon, just like her mate. And that meant power. With a contract to the protodaemon, Ecclesia had managed to summon the power to transcend that one world, and begin exerting a godlike force to travel, and even manipulate or destroy other worlds. In the end, who was the secret protodaemon, really? None other than her own mother, that Caelum. Ecclesia had that ichor running through her spiritual veins, and it granted her access to greater power and fewer limits. This was everything that the Daemon of Envy, Invidia, wanted.

But what did she do with that power? She settled, almost... in a human world that was just a tiny bit above average. She temporarily forgot even her identity from the natural laws of that world, and even then remained in the humble state of a normal high school girl. Something about it was relaxing, and enticing. In her boredom and power, this was different, and even somewhat fun. That was besides the point, however. Perhaps the real thing that was different was the fact that the Daemon no longer saw others as only acquaintances- allies, associates, and enemies. She grew to know rivals, peers, and even... friends.

And that was what it wrapped around to. It drove the Monster away from being a purely mixed soul and personality, as the real Ecclesia gained her mind once more, and Invidia became conscious once again. Both struggled for dominance, but they not only share a body, but a soul and spirit... and that made it difficult. Nevertheless, focus moved back towards the presence as Ecclesia slipped out of her nostalgic state as she walked. Reminiscing was always nice, and it helped to clear her mind of the recent small argument between her and Vincent. If anything, it was not even much of an argument or discussion, as much as it was his behavior simply beginning to irritate her. As Invidia's personality within her became more prominent, her patience grew thinner, even for someone like the one who had vowed undying love and loyalty to her, and vice versa.

Gentle lips parted as the golden blonde breathed out a sigh, moving her focus from her memories to something else; her power. Why was she here in the first place? The answer was obvious - that familiar presence disturbed her. It provoked that notorious curiosity that was always an eminent trait of the Daemon. As she drew closer, Ecclesia felt her heartbeat quicken and her pulse tighten. That aura was so nostalgic, as she remembered it clearly. Her strides brought her meters away from the bench where the obsidian-haired girl wearing the seemingly inevitable Victorian style gown sat. It was definitely her. There was no doubt about it anymore. That soul, and even the appearance she had chosen... it all screamed out who the being was. Lacie....

A slight grin would form, showing teeth, as Ecclesia's lips widened off to the sides to reveal it. Having her own aura, soul, and presence already carefully concealed to avoid detection by the Authorities of Sanctuary, the human-formed Daemon would begin walking towards the bench from behind, suddenly smelling the sweet aroma of the crepe. It brought an idea to her cunning mind, and with her spacial manipulation, she would summon another 'crepe' to appear next to the girl on the bench. A small distraction, hopefully. Taking quiet steps forward, Ecclesia would attempt to cover the crimson eyes of Lacie with her own delicate hands as she stood directly behind, chuckling softly. "Guess who...~" Ecclesia would begin aloud in a hushed, singsongy voice, before she would follow up, aiming telepathically. "It has been along time, my dear Lacie Baskerville."