"You're serious?"

I stared at the clear oval of glass in front of me, careful not to wake the sleeping John next to me.

"Yes, I am. Demos says he's sorry, but the Hell Realm doesn't agree with his 'subjugation' at the hands of a fairy child. To be honest, I don't think he has any intentions to stop their protest against you. You know he doesn't enjoy the thought of being a beast serving a master." Song sighed and pushed some hair out of her face, pale eyes glancing at John. "Although he's just a child, his power is unsettling."

I frowned. "That's true, but we know why we're serving him."

Song shook her head. "We're serving him because we believe you wanted our help, Killia. You may serve him for survival and to protect him, but we serve him for your sake."

I exhaled loudly. "He's not a bad kid, you know. Look at him. The worst he's done to me is pull a feather or two when he's sleeping on my wing, and maybe drop of a few bottles of food. That's it." I patted his brown hair, pulling on a strand. "More or less the equivalent to this."

He stirred in his sleep and I pulled my hand away, instead bringing it up to touch the glass.

"Tell Demos I'll kill every single one of his little demons. I've decided to make the permanent contract and I'll be upholding everything I did with the temporary, just that I'll be doing it for eternity instead of three years."

Song nodded. "I'll relay that message. By the way, Killia, you could always tell Father..."

I grumbled. "Sure, sure, and what, get him to send another few hundred in order to test my strength? I have no idea what Mother saw in him, he's just as stupid as Demos."

She laughed a little. "Maybe she saw that trait as something endearing. She had Demos and you with him, after all, so she at least trusted him enough to think he could raise you two."

I shrugged. "He didn't in the end, though I can't say I blame him. Anyways, we'll talk another time, Song. Goodbye."

My older sister smiled and waved as I tapped on the glass, making it dissolve into thin air.

John shifted beside me, his small head propping itself on my shoulder. I turned my own to look at him.

"Killia, are you gonna be okay?" He questioned. His innocent face seemed worried.

I patted his head. "Yeah, kid. No problem. I'm Killia Aster, after all, and I won't fail to uphold the reputation that falls upon that name, both the first name and the surname."

He nodded and stared at me.

"What?"

"You're still really pretty, Killia, even though you got older. Don't you get bored of looking the same every day?"

I pushed his head off my shoulder as I turned on my side, facing him. "I grew up and reached maturity when I was 20. 20 years of changing was enough. You'll reach maturity when you turn 20 too, and you'll see that you won't get bored of that face you'll keep for eternity. Go to sleep."

He sighed and laid back down onto my wing, closing his eyes before opening them a tiny bit and squinting at me, trying to see if I was watching him.

"John."

He made a face and shut his eyes tight, snuggling closer to me.

"Good night, Killia."

"Good night, John."

Pretty short, huh. The next chapter is over 1,000 words, so I hope that makes up for this 605 words one.