Immutable

As a devil, my perspective is unbiased and truthful. I am not capable of telling lies, just half-truths. Devils are divine entities---in opposition of gods. We dwell finely in the underworld and occasionally breach earth’s surface to service mortal creatures born of divine means. Our hands play a part in creating and molding these creatures for our benefit.

*Her eyes are wide*

As a Kazzy devil (you may also call me Kazzy, since I am the first person to coin the term in honor of myself; though I still have many other aliases), I am superior to many of the others. Most devils are over-serious, stringent, constrained, and uncreative. I am as flexible as rubber; or plastic; or silicon; or adhesive; or foam. I can change at any time, which makes me unpredictable (devils typically hate that). Unlike my inferiors, I am comfortable operating on CHAOS. What demons and the universe, and life are fueled by.

I have digressed for long enough to probably confuse you…good, but to get back to my point (can’t remember if I had one), humans are everything and nothing; here for moment and gone the next, yet they are very powerful, especially when in cooperation. Their emotions are like gold coins, and worth eyeteeth. This is true. However, irrelevant in other ways. The modus operandi varies. How many worths does an individual have? Innumerable, typically.

Sorry, I don’t mean to monologue or monopolize the conversation, but you did ask!

You may also wish to know whether we devils frequently speak in Latin…well…sometimes…it is one of the oldest languages, nevertheless my kind can speak all languages. We are naturally polyglots. The words and meanings are revealed and instilled in us quickly. Just as the gods, devils, are extremely versatile. Or is that because of humans? Were we created through the imagination of the complex human mind…proooooobably?

*Attentions change*

OH GREAT, MY SERVANT Atreitas is here!

Don’t listen to her, perpetual fibber she is!!

OH, SHE’S TERRIBLE!!!

*Her eyes have sharpened*

Atreitas. Mistress, how much longer must I serve you?

*She becomes despondent*

Aeternitas!

Atreitas. That’s not what the contract said.

Oh, you somewhat remember, huh?

*Narrows eyes*

Atreitas. Hey, human. Yes, YOU! Kerynzah is the greatest bullshitter I’ve ever met. She’s CRAZY! Not me.

Deceiver! Prevaricator!

Fabricator! Falsifier!

Pretender! Cheat! Fraudster!

Pettifogger! DAMN, Hypocrite!

*After yelling (mostly in Atreitas’ ears)

The servant wonders away*

*Attentions are back on you*

So, when I tell you that humans are the root cause of their own problems, believe me. So, I tell you---us other world beings do not in any manner influence the decisions of mortal beings. HUMANS are extremely flawed, and it’s all their FAULT.

In truth, my kin and I can speak some of the oldest languages: Sumerian, Tamil, Greek, Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese, as well as several unconventional ones, and ones that the human mind could never comprehend.

I demand you stop perceiving her, this instant! Stop it. STOP.

*You finally have a moment to talk*

You. You don’t like humans, do you?

Nae.

Oh, I mean…Verily.

You. You hate her, don’t you?

Continue, no longer.

*Her eyes darkened*

* …you feel uneasy.

You should keep your mouth shut.

This is my† advice. *

You. If your kind isn’t responsible for the persistent ruin and exploitation of humans, then why do they always have a contract chained to their person?

*Gabriella, I mean, You,

are asking too many questions*

OH, SO ITS MY FAuLT! MY FAULT!! I AM THE BEGInNING AND ENDING OF ALL TRoUBLES(MAKING)---NOT THE PRIMORDIaL BEINGS, NOt THE UNIVERSE, NOT ChAOS!!!

MORTAL WORDS CANNOT DeSCRIBE THE CONCEPT!!!!

Do I come off as ‘Manic’, to you? I assure you I am not!

*Suddenly, she waves an amethyst branch before your eyes*

*You feel as though your brain has been reset?!*

*You answer her question*

You. Nullum.

*Then pass out*

*THUD*

†

Pax

(Peace)

*That’s all I desire…peace…*

???. Wakey, wakey!

* Wakey, wakey? *

*You cringe,

but try not to roll your eyes, for the

person above you may be insane,

and you’ve had enough of their drivel*

Atreitas. It's Atreitas, the miserable one.

*You look up*

Atreitas. You're blocking the floor. The Erinyes want you moved.

*She said, slightly uninterested*

* The Erinyes, the battle-hardened women, warriors of Kerynzah retinue, also despised you. A new oblivious animal to throw around when entertainment was much needed. *

You. Oh, Areitas. I'm so glad it's not them. Do you know a way out of here?

Atreitas. “Out? It's best you stay in. The outside will melt you in seconds. And you have work to do.”

You. What work?

Atreitas. You're to clean the boudoirs–the rooms of the women.

*Atrietas marks your hand*

You. Wait! Kazzy said I was a guest…

*The servant almost choked on a laugh*

Atreitas. You listen to her?

*She is genuinely confused*

Atreitas. The mistress is the greatest liar of all the realms…you signed a contract, right?

You. Um…

Atreitas. Oo, that's bad. Well, don't be afraid to speak your mind. She loves bold personalities. Bye!

*Kerynzah appears from around the corner*

Ah, my newest recruit…the Erinyes are waiting for your service.

You. Hey! I didn’t sign up for this

*She looks disheveled*

My, my, you are really tiring. You can’t renege on a promise said in my name. It was also really for you to freak out like you did.

You. ???

Gabriella—Gods will. The incessant nonsense you displayed earlier is very telling.

You. What are you talking about. Let me leave, I’m not going to be your slave---I didn’t sign a contract.

That’s the problem with you mortals. You can never keep your promises. You are insane and stupid. Follow orders or be punished.

*Her solemn gaze pierces through you*

*You’re intimidated but determined.

She leaves you*

*Gabriella goes along with it as she tries to find the means to escape. Her efforts are futile. The place is locked down from a spell.

She goes silent, and stops responding*