"Are you calm now?" Noah said, his face riddled with scratches, looking at Pale sitting on top of him.
"Do I look calm?" She growled, raising her arms in threatening attempts to continue her scratching session.
"I think you just like being on top of me." Noah grinned, unbothered. "I don't mind, you know. You can just ask n-!"
His words didn't finish as Pale slashed his lips with her sharp nails. His lips were sliced into splintered pieces, blood spraying, but they healed back in a heartbeat.
"I am not your equal." Pale said, her tone like daggers, then slowly got up from Noah, standing beside him and looking down on him with icy eyes. "And you will never be my equal, reality-dweller."
Noah simply shrugged. "That's a talk for another time. So?"
With his elbows pressing against the flat, energy-made surface, Noah pushed himself up, sitting back with his face spotless of any wounds. "Your decision?"
Pale stared at him for a long while, her eyes visibly hesitating over this decision. If before, with her vessel, it was not a serious problem, choosing to marry herself her true body with Noah was
something out of her wildest imagination.
She had never heard of something like this among her kind.
'Am I really going to do this?' She thought, her feet moving restlessly.
Pale cursed the fact that her current body was only a vessel, and an inplete one at that.
If it were her true body - her full consciousness - then she would have succeeded in finding an answer, a way out of this perilous
situation.
But that was not the case, and the more she thought about it, the more her anger toward Gaia peaked to a dangerous level.
'I underestimated her because she is nothing but a young Seedling. Now here I am,' she sighed inwardly, knowing there was no need to make this process more plicated.
There was nothing more to think about. She needed the power of the Son of Emptiness. Now she could have it, and coupled with that, her vessel would be left unharmed.
In all accounts, this situation was rather profitable to her.
The only issue was the annoying, smiling, mocking face of Noah. But she could deal with that.
She just needed to teach him his place.
"I accept." Pale said, looking straight at him. "Let's start the process, if there is any."
Noah's face split into a wide grin. "Perfect!" He clapped his hands, springing up to his feet, standing an inch from Pale.
Unexpectedly, they were standing at the same height. And Noah knew she would be much taller if her vessel were plete.
Tall girl, huh... He liked it even more.
"Before we begin," Noah said, stretching out his hand in a handshake, "I would like to start again with introductions. This time, seriously."
He paused for a heartbeat, his smile now more serene and less mocking.
"I am Noah Vaelgrim. I am Brandon Imane. I am Raj Gaia." He began, Pale's eyebrows creasing in confusion. "I am fatherless - don't pity me, I like it this way - and the son of three mothers. To add, I am the Prince of this Reality."
"How do you have three mothers?" Pale asked incredulously. "With no
father? Since when are Reality-dwellers like this?"
"My biography will be for another time." Noah said, waving his hand lazily. "It's your turn."
Pale regained her focus. She didn't answer for a while before sighing in reluctant frustration.
"You can't bear the weight of my name."
"Oh? Will I die?"
"From what I have seen of you, no. But you will e close to death. And I don't want to lose the power of the Son of Emptiness by risking
it."
"Just say it." Noah said. "I have died twice. I can bear standing at its
edge."
Pale looked at him for a moment, and knowing by now how stubborn Noah could be, she relented.
She mirrored Noah, raising her hand in a handshake and clasping her cold, soft hand around his own.
He immediately felt something slither inside his body, a kind of nerve-wrecking sensation that screamed he was touching something beyond his imagination.
That made Noah feel a dangerous eagerness.
"I am known as the Pale Lady by most Seeds and my kind," Pale said,
"but my true name..."
At that moment, her appearance began to change, transmuting into something outside of Reality itself.
Noah's heart stomped against his chest like a mad, spitting, neighing horse. His eyes widened as the face of Pale peeled away, surrendering in its wake another face so stunning his legs nearly gave out.
"Fucking hell..."
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