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Anime-Otaku12
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She takes the paper and bows slightly.
"And As for anything I may want to keep, that statue is all i'm interested in keeping...All of these demon pictures and such are of ancient ones...I'm not interested in them...they are a bunch of old fools...And I will see you in the morning, sir..." She stepped out of the door and headed back up to her room. She wondered if keeping the statue was the right thing to do. She knew it would only draw attention to herself and her father. And she knew how her father hated human attention on himself. But she knew, somewhere, that he wouldn't raise an issue about it. He was never the one to start a fued over something so trivial.
She walked into her room and shut her doors, getting into her new and comfortable pajamas that her master had bought her. She had to admit. For a human, he wasn't all that bad. Maybe a bit bossy, but she didn't like men who were pushovers. Demons or no. She layed on her bed, looking around her room more thoroughly now. One of the pictures in the room caught her eye. It was of a beautiful woman, sitting on a rock that overlooked the sea. She looked mournful and sad, yet at the same time, like she had no expression at all. But that wasn't what Darcy was concerned with. It was the image of the woman. She looked an awful lot like her mother. Could it be a coincidence that both her mother and her father's images were in Franklin's house? She hoped this wasn't an ominous sign that her parents would come back to get her and kill Franklin. She hoped against all hope that it wasn't that. Staring at the picture for a few more minutes, the demoness fell asleep.
"And As for anything I may want to keep, that statue is all i'm interested in keeping...All of these demon pictures and such are of ancient ones...I'm not interested in them...they are a bunch of old fools...And I will see you in the morning, sir..." She stepped out of the door and headed back up to her room. She wondered if keeping the statue was the right thing to do. She knew it would only draw attention to herself and her father. And she knew how her father hated human attention on himself. But she knew, somewhere, that he wouldn't raise an issue about it. He was never the one to start a fued over something so trivial.
She walked into her room and shut her doors, getting into her new and comfortable pajamas that her master had bought her. She had to admit. For a human, he wasn't all that bad. Maybe a bit bossy, but she didn't like men who were pushovers. Demons or no. She layed on her bed, looking around her room more thoroughly now. One of the pictures in the room caught her eye. It was of a beautiful woman, sitting on a rock that overlooked the sea. She looked mournful and sad, yet at the same time, like she had no expression at all. But that wasn't what Darcy was concerned with. It was the image of the woman. She looked an awful lot like her mother. Could it be a coincidence that both her mother and her father's images were in Franklin's house? She hoped this wasn't an ominous sign that her parents would come back to get her and kill Franklin. She hoped against all hope that it wasn't that. Staring at the picture for a few more minutes, the demoness fell asleep.