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₊˚.༄ God Complex CHAPTER TWO: ( conversations between two graves. )
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"void of dreams, i lie in mortal lethargy."
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Seira always preferred silence, it was always a luxury she sought after even in her youthful days. She remembers once telling a forgotten face that humans were just dogs that infinitely barked, and she wished to be the master who muzzled them all. She did not care for company, but she especially loathed those who tried to fill the tranquility with useless squabble that had no gain or end goal.
Aki Hayakawa was one of the very few that Seira had found that appreciated the same silence as her. She had shown him around the city, giving him pointers on how to snake his way through the city and how to climb the ladder of The Special Devil Hunters, and the young boy only responded solemnly with a hum rubbed against his lips. No word had escaped his lips after their greetings in Makima's office.
Now, after the long dragging day of showing him around the disgusting filth of Tokyo, they sat across from one another in a small ramen shop. The sun was slowly setting behind the towering buildings of mans creation to escape from heavens gaze, for gods judging eyes lurked everywhere. She stared aimlessly at the sky, the billowing of smoke rolling off her tongue as she took long drags off her cigarette. Her untouched bowl of ramen most likely cold by now, making her disregard the idea of eating it.
