Mephistopheles turned to face Aisha, her purple eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of her former name.
"Saintess Clarawahr Faust,"she repeated softly, a bitter smile twisting her lips.
"It's been a long time since I've heard that name.
"She studied Aisha carefully, taking in the white hair and the aura of holiness that surrounded her.
"Why are you here?" Mephistopheles asked again, her tone sharper this time.
"Come to judge me? To condemn me for my sins?" She laughed, a harsh, mirthless sound.
"You're a little late for that, young Saintess."
Mephistopheles began to circle Aisha slowly, her movements deliberate and graceful.
"But I suppose I should thank you,"she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"For reminding me of who I once was. It's easy to forget when you're drowning in darkness."
