Naomi’s feet are no longer her feet. It is her mind. Her compass. Her direction inside a place found an eternity down the ground. She couldn’t remember how long she had been running or where she was headed too. She just trusted her feet to bring her to safety, or to Liberty if she was lucky.
Liberty. Should she call her Leviathan now? Does she even have that right? Because judging by the way the corner of his eyes twitched upon hearing the name earlier, she figures that the devil must not have been planning on revealing that side of him to her anytime soon.
Naomi guessed that would be a problem for later. Her priority now lay on escaping the lady demon that kept chasing her, screaming profanities despite the huge gap between them. She’s just lucky she was able to hit the devil’s weak s
