"I guess... they would be ready for anything now," Aether muttered, his voice calm, but his expression unreadable—something lingered in his eyes, and he paused.
"Except..."
His tone lowered, trailing into silence.
Celestia, standing nearby, narrowed her eyes at him, finishing his thought in her own way.
"Except the Void Empire," she said sharply, crossing her arms with an irritated little pout on her lips. "I don't see you doing anything about them so far—other than... playing with a succubus!"
Her eyes darted toward the sleeping Nightfire, and her face scrunched a little.
To be fair, she hadn't minded it much at first. She'd even joked about it. But now, seeing Nightfire lying there with such a... deeply satisfied expression—it ticked something in Celestia.
Just a flicker... A spark of something unreasonable.
Jealousy?
Even if she didn't want to admit it.
She wanted that too. The pleasure. The attention. The look of complete satisfaction that Nightfire wore like a crown.
