The confusion didn't fade. It settled like a heavy fog, clinging to the four and clouding their minds.
Rika and Rita stood cuffed wrist-to-wrist, the living black metal binding them pulsing faintly as if it were alive. And, in a way, it was. Each time either Succubi tugged against the cuffs, the corruption got tighter.
"Levia!" Rita snapped with a sharp voice. "What is this?"
Rika yanked once, grimaced as the cuffs bit, then growled, "You can't hand us over like-"
Levia turned to them and smiled. Not the usual cold and distant smile of the High Priestess. It was a simple and soft smile, feminine and pure.
"We're on his side now," she said, informing them. "Okay?"
Silence followed. Even the embers crackling in the half-dead fire seemed to get quieter following Levia's words.
Akane's tail fluffed in outrage. "Excuse me?!" she shouted, "You are NOT on ur side. They were trying to kill us just a minute ago!"
Akane turned towards Syl for support, but the latter remained silent.
