Author's Notes: I'm a pissed that all my other story formats are messed up. Tch.

Anyway, another Soul Nomad fic, the first chapter featuring one of the characters I quite liked. I plan to do Shauna, and maybe Vitali (Even though he was an ass with the other 'heroes' at the end when they beat Revya. All they did was gloat about their victory, I was quite pissed at their bitchiness) and Virtuous. Maybe Danette too. And Gig/Vigilance at the endish. :3 Eventually.

If you have any suggestions of other characters and their inside feelings on the Devourlord/Revya, please include them in a review! :D

Lobo

When she first stepped out of the shadows of what used to be called the Hidden Village, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was a puny, skinny girl who honestly looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. But I've learned from experience that looks can be deceiving. I was right.

She had the Grim Reaper inside of her, but she herself was quite the wild animal. Even without Gig talking she sounded like one hell of a bitch by herself. She seemed to have fused with him pretty well. Even when he didn't say out loud he wanted a massacre, she was in the middle of one. The one slashing up all the bodies, with blood staining her clothes and dripping down her skin.

But that time where there was a question of loyalty…Gig turned to me and asked where it lay. I begged for my life. Honestly, I was terrified. I didn't know whether I would live or not, and I knew the girl would have no problem slitting my throat.

"H-hey, c'mon… you gotta believe me!"

I was sweating, and the light of my cigarette was going out. It was pathetic. I had never looked so pathetic in my life. I had never been so terrified until now.

"I believe you."

Her response shocked me. For a moment I was too stunned to talk. My cigarette nearly dropped from my mouth.

"Th-Thank you," I managed, "I knew we were pals. You know, I…I…"

Oh, Lord. I couldn't help it.

"Hah. Hahahaha! I'm sorry, I can't help but laugh. A monster like you says 'I believe you'? You're a stupid as everyone else. Oh, I believe you, I trust you. You're so loyal! I've never met anyone who actually meant that crap. They just say it so they can look down on others. And then they say, 'look at what a kind, caring person I am!'"

She had accepted my loyalty, but I myself couldn't accept it. Honestly, I had watched her put out the flames of countless lives, and she just told me that she believed in my loyalty. And it sounded sincere enough. I couldn't believe it. The almighty powerful Devourlord was actually…human enough to say something like that…something so pathetic.

But the thing was, at this moment I wasn't thinking to myself that the Devourlord didn't give a fuck about being a kind, caring person. She'd ended countless lives without any shred of regret after all; she was the last person to say sappy words and then look down on someone to say what a kind caring person she was. If she said anything sappy it would be dripping with sarcasm, and she would only be looking down at a person to vaguely examine if the body was still moving or whether she needed to deal another blow to completely severe its ties with the world of Haephnes. But the thing was that her 'trust' almost scared me, that if the most powerful woman in the world held such a weakness, how weak was I?

I was rambling too much, not even looking at her face. I was too blinded by my disbelief. Neither the Grim Reaper or the girl said anything. I went on like a proud bastard.

"Hahahaha! But it's just words, right? It doesn't cost anything. Nobody gets hurt. But if you mean it, you'd take action. He told me he believed me. But he never came to help. Just like a hypocrite like everyone else. "

"Oh, so what? You got some deep, dark wound from the past you want us to lick for you or something? Well cut the self-pity bullshit. You're in the wrong business for compassion, amigo."

It was Gig's voice, sarcastic and merciless as usual. But his words were nothing, nowhere in the world was there a business for compassion. I learned and stopped caring right after Christophe's betrayal. He was a bastard, and that was that. Just another weakling out of my way, bringing any weakness with him.

The girl kept silent—the real monster. The one who actually took the action. The one who actually slaughtered more than half the world. Her hair and eyes were the color of fresh blood spurting from wounds…it fit her so perfectly that it was like the gods purposely made her like this, made her so fitting for the world of the Devourlord. They created her, yet now even the god were terrified of her…except Gig.

"Haha, oh yeah. Boo hoo, poor little sepp, right? I don't care about that. Hell, I don't even trust myself anymore. I'm telling you for your own good. With soft spots like that, you're gonna get yourself hurt in a big way. Just a warning. But whatever. It was fun while it lasted. Later, pal."

I looked at the girl for the first time since the start in this speech, half turned and ready to walk away coolly. As I looked at her face, I wanted to widen my eyes, but I prevented myself from doing so.

Her face seemed blank; I at least expected to see some effect from my betrayal in her eyes. I don't know, a hint of hurt or sadness, anger, shock, anything. If she was human enough to say that she believed in my loyalty and she must've been human enough to show some emotion.

There was nothing. Only something that possibly could be described as amusement. My feet couldn't move, all I could do was linger there in her presence for a few minutes, watching her face. Her red-eyed stare locked me in place…

After a while she finally blinked. It was a sign of dismissal, and I turned as naturally as I could and walked away. God, she could still control me even when I was leaving her.

In truth, as I left her posse, I wanted to tell her that I would stay. In that moment where I saw that my betrayal had been nothing to her, absolutely nothing, possibly just a form of some small entertainment, she was more beautiful than any of the girls I had captured for the Yesterwind. Me, who judged females with nothing more than a product, was left speechless by this girl who claimed the title of the Devourlord. But my pride wouldn't allow me to look so pathetic more than once.

I walked away and never saw her again. I regretted every step I took, chewing angrily on my cigarette.

I didn't even know her name.

Lobo took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he looked at the clouds. He was currently lazing on the rooftop of his headquarters, the Yesterwind. Any moment now they would be getting a new shipment of girls, ready to be bought by wealthy bastards to use them for...anything. It was mostly male costumers, buying for sexual partners. Like Hawthorne, he was loaded but the merchandise he bought never lasted past her 17th birthday. It was almost a waste, but Lobo was getting filthy rich fast and never cared for the girls of Yesterwind.

"Sir!"

He turned to see one of the newbie employees saluting him. "The new shipment has come in."

Lobo didn't really look at him, more at the clouds behind him.

"Good."He took another drag before speaking. "How are they?"

"Very pretty," said the employee. "I think you'll be very pleased."

"I'll be the judge of that."

There was a silence.

"Sir, pardon me for asking…"

Lobo flicked his eyes at the employee, who suddenly looked nervous. "Just ask, and I'll decide whether to pardon you or not."

"The others were talking about how you might actually take a liking to one of the new ones. Have you ever fallen for one of the girls, sir?"

A common question he knew most of the newbies were just dying to know; girls in the Yesterwind were really quite beautiful, it wouldn't be strange if the boss took a harem for himself or took special interest in a few. None were brave enough to actually ask; Lobo decided he liked this new employee. Maybe he would promote him. He was in a pretty good mood.

The blue haired sepp took yet another drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and laughed.

"Never a girl in the Yesterwind."

The newbie looked at him curiously. "What about another girl, then, sir?" The boss was quite popular amongst female employees. Secretly, of course, because it was known that Lobo had no interest in a romantic relationship with anybody.

This guy was definitely getting on Lobo's better side with his courage. He liked that. But he seemed too much of a nice guy. Lobo would fix that. And the fact that the guy was now part of the Yesterwind.

Pause. Drag. Exhale.

"Only one."

"Who, sir?"

The newbie was a little surprised that the boss had fallen for someone, he hadn't really expected an answer. Maybe his dismissal, but he was just so curious.

"She was called the Devourlord."

The newbie nearly puked from shock; that monster that had been sealed a few years ago traumatized the world. She was something that would never be forgotten. Stories and legends would be written about her reign of terror. Even though the Yesterwind's employees did not consist of honest people, the Devourlord caused pure, raw fear; there was had not been a person in the world who had not been scared of her…even the heroes had fear deep in their hearts. Those who saw her form said she looked just like an innocent girl…yet when she smiled it was a thing twisted beyond compare, her intentions so impossibly evil that it was so…wrong coming from the body of an innocent looking girl. It was as if all of Hell inhabited her body which was merely a container; the Master of Death held nothing over her…her mind, her actions, her words…they belonged solely to her. Her blade had been pure black, now dyed a dark red from all the blood…it was the same blade the Devourlord was sealed inside to stay dormant for another 200 years. The heroes that defeated her lived calm lives now…

"A-Are you joking, sir?" the newbie spluttered. He trembled slightly from the thought of the Devourlord. Her end had been fairly recent. They said that Lobo had been part of her group, until he left…he wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. The thought of his boss being in love with such a monster was mind reeling—surely there hadn't been enough human in her for fall in love with...

"Of course. Get back to work." Lobo dropped the cigarette and stamped it out with his foot, leaving the rooftop and the newbie behind him.

It was weeks later when the newbie learned from the older employees that his boss did not joke. Afterwards, he did puke from shock.

Lobo had truly been in love with the Devourlord…the monster that ate all.

But as he looked up to the clouds again, he loved her for reasons that no one else saw. She was beautiful because she was a monster. She had lost the final battle merely because of numbers. Mostly everyone had left her in the end…but even when she had been beaten and sealed, she had been hateful, proud, beautiful to the very end.

He lit another cigarette.

Drag. Exhale. Pause. Drag. Exhale.

Life was so boring now.