Beneath the radiant blue tree, in the slow falling rain of mana, Noah finally began.
He sat up out of Barbatos's lap and crossed his legs, the cerulean drops breaking across his shoulders, and he let his existence go quiet. Barbatos drew her knees up beside him and watched, her dark eyes already shining, because she knew the look on him!
It was the look he wore right before he did something that would make the rest of existence gasp and call him a monster, and she had long since learned to enjoy a front-row seat to it!
