The Unsalvageables' civilizations were separated from the rest of society by simple walls. … Not that that was what kept them separated, given the Illunirans' ability to fly. No, that was the certain death that awaited the Unsalvs if they dared try to cross it. And the rest of society? They didn't want to cross it. Why would they? Only criminals lived on the other side.
Life as a lower-leader -- as a demon-eater… on Illunira- -was… … haha… It's hard! -I have such mixed feelings about the whole thing!
I cannot dream. But I can sleep.
Ah. Finally we make it to this moment. The moment I believe I've determined the most effective way of teaching you, Future Heir.
It’s not been long since Jonathan visited Dracula’s castle, and we’ve followed the unsuspecting Englishman to his town. To prepare both the townsfolk, and the house Drac bought, for the expansion of our “family.”
Well, the training to become a “Mentor” was perhaps a bit more grueling than expected. But that career as a multi-faceted artist did the trick! They considered me a prime candidate; I should have no trouble gaining the opportunity to become your mentor now. That said, I’ll still need to convince you to accept me as such…
Another few months, another few eternities, and another stage that needs setting for the next phase in Xihrae’s plan.
It was far from the first clue that something was wrong. But it was only after what I experienced during my first Field Training mission that I started noticing those little red flags.
When I have no body of my own to measure it with, time moves both too slowly and too quickly. For Tess, it’s only been a few years. For me, it’s been yet another short eternity.
Why? Why oh why oh WHY a demon-eater, of all things?! I mean, at least you’re an anima, but I’d’ almost have preferred you be a florus – or even a symbi! Why, at least then I wouldn’t have had to put up with such – such…!