"You're acting like you've never fucked yourself," chuckled Luci as she came to a stop. We were standing on the walls of a castle, looking over at the sea of demons in front of us. They were all different shapes and sizes; some had wings while others didn't, but they were all staring at the two of us as if we were the beginning and end of their world.
Then Luci's words hit.
"Ha, ha," I sneered. I would fully admit to touching myself, wanting to take the power away from Père when it came to my body and what brought it pleasure and pain. It was also the same reason why I had cut myself a few times in the past.
Everything was about control. Which was amusing, considering I was the most out of control person I knew.
Shaking my head, I pointed to the demons. "Why did you create them to look like this?" I asked, thinking back to what Gluttony had said. He thought that the way he looked was a punishment from a vindictive creator, but I knew that Luci wasn't like it.
