>>6040007>>6040015>>6040022>>6040074>>6040081>>6040149>>6040258>>6040420https://files.catbox.moe/bhjdt7.mp3You shook your head; no, that was the last thing you wanted to happen today.
“Let’s start at your tower, and we’ll figure it out from there,” you said.
She flashed a grin and gave a firm nod, tightening her grip and lifting you towards the roiling ebony clouds swelling against her wings. The clouds parted to reveal the fortress’ tallest spire, a dark lance impaling the sky. She flew above the citadel’s expanse, the labyrinthine compounds and storm-battered stones obscured by the perpetual grey squall, save for where the Nettle Harpy’s tower sliced through. The tower maintained a consistent width, expanding only at its summit into a cage-like frame. Miranna circled the smooth granite rooftop, many of the gables sporadically interspersed with glass panes.
Upon landing on the ledge, she stretched her neck, gently lowering you onto the tepid stone. You peered below from the wrought iron fence, the balcony jutting over the abyssal skies. Yet here, the wind was soft, and the sun’s warm was palpable.
You’d lived your entire life without seeing the sun, and yet, within the last hour you had drawn nearer to it than any bird.
Pushing open the massive, glazed doors, Miranna welcomed you into her chamber’s private gloom. She slammed shut the doors behind you, Count Whiskers jolting and snarling in response, writhing from your arms and leaping away.
“Wait—!” you yelled, but the cat’s silhouette vanished. Why was it so dark? “Don’t tell me that you live like this?”
The sun shone through the glass-panelled gables, filtering through them a meagre glow.
“I’m not a vampire, hero,” she said in sing-song, whispering voice. Miranna ignited her claws, the incandescent glow bouncing off the walls before the flames trailed off her nails and onto the lantern candles, casting a crucial light to illuminate the room.
You could see the room, and you couldn’t deny your curiosity to see how it looked inside. Yet, as you turned to explore, there was a rustle of wings followed by a metallic flash. Miranna stepped in, her claw flicking upwards, sparks flying and metal chiming inches from your face. A tiny metal bird darted about, its polished beak gleaming.
“What is that?!” you said.
Miranna waved her hand, her attention shifting from the bird. “Something to keep me on my toes, hero.”
The steel construction swooped again, brandishing its blade-like beak at the she-demon. She parried it.
You covered your neck, to where it went for initially. “Can you make it stop?”
“No,” she said. “Not without breaking it. And they are difficult to replace.”
“Then how do you sleep?”
