It was popular knowledge that the Asmodeus Royal family and the Abaddon Royal family were neither friends nor enemies.
In fact, it was even possible that they were more likely to go to war that eating at the sa table. However, it has been hundreds of years, and the two breanches of the family have been isolated from the rest of the cosmos for far too long.
It was inevitable that the attempt at sitting on the sa table would not be presented.
After all, it was not just the plane of Celessera that was trapped. Its twin sister was also in the sa situation.
They was a temporary truce between them and that was why their both terrifying armies were at bay.
Besides, Naamah and lamastu were sisters. They were the kinds that were known as the originators of their specie.
They were both feared and revered. Coupled with the fact that they had both eaten from the tree of Knowledge, no one doubted their decisions.
That was not to say that they was peace between them. After all, it was common knowledge that war has nearly broken out a couple of tis between the two demon families.
The only ti the demon families were truly at peace with one another was when the Morningstar ruled them.
Even now, the provocative words between both won was shalessly heard by all. Lamastu, like her sister, Naamah, was cursed.
Lamastu did not have ears, but her many years had seen that she was very good with her eyes, and could read her sister’s lips in any spoken language.
As Lamastu settled beside Naamah’s luxury box, the air between them crackled with barely contained tension. Both won maintained serene, almost angelic smiles, their postures regal and composed. But their eyes, or in Naamah’s case, her deanor, hinted at the underlying animosity.
"Sister, long ti no SEE! Oops, you are not capable of that, I rember," Lamastu chuckled, her voice dripping with mockery.
Naamah’s lips curved into a cold smile. "Lamastu, always the child. How are your toys? I heard you broke them all."
Lamastu’s eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. "Better to break toys than to be one," she replied, her tone sweet but laced with venom. "But then, you wouldn’t know anything about play, would you? Always the dutiful blind nun, clinging to your ancient books and shadows."
Naamah’s smile widened, a chilling expression that did not reach her unseeing eyes. "I prefer the company of knowledge and shadows to the hollow echoes of a green-headed fool. At least they have substance."
Lamastu laughed softly, the sound like tinkling bells. "Ah, knowledge. Such a pity you can’t use it to see the truth right in front of you. Maybe one day, you’ll realize that all your wisdom can’t make up for your lack of vision."
Every back to back session between the two was heard well by the crowd, and so even realized that the first bout of the competition was actually between these two won.
Naamah, not willing to lose, tilted her head slightly, as if considering. "And maybe one day, you’ll realize that all your power and vanity can’t hide your insecurities. Green hair to match your envy, how fitting."
Lamastu’s smile remained, but her eyes narrowed. "Envy? Oh, dear sister, I envy nothing of yours. Not your blindness, nor your cold, empty heart."
Naamah leaned forward slightly, her voice a low whisper that carried only to Lamastu. "Cold, perhaps. But empty? I have more substance in my heart than you have in your entire being. Tell , how does it feel to constantly chase after validation you will never receive?"
Lamastu’s hand tightened around her staff, the green orb pulsing ominously. "I don’t need validation from anyone, least of all from a blind relic. Your ti is over, Naamah. The world moves on, even if you can’t see it."
Naamah straightened, her expression serene. "The world may move, but I am its constant. You, on the other hand, are but a fleeting shadow, destined to fade."
Lamastu’s laughter was brittle, like glass. "We shall see, sister. Or rather, I shall see. Your blindness, both physical and taphorical, will be your downfall."
Naamah rely inclined her head. "We shall indeed see, Lamastu. Enjoy your mont in the sun, for shadows fall even on the brightest days."
Their exchange, though cloaked in civility, was a battle of wits and venom, each woman seeking to undermine the other with every word. The arena, oblivious to the sharpness of their words, remained a roaring sea of anticipation, unaware of the storm brewing in the luxury boxes above.
However, Lenny could not help but listen to their words and replay them in his head again, and again.
"Were these won actually fighting?" He thought to himself. Instantly, an idea ca to his head. "System, Isolate the conversation between the sisters of Eve, highlighting Intonation, pattern of speech, emphasized words, and body language. Also, remove the unnecessary things."
The Satan system reported to lenny and he looked at them in surprise. At such a ti, a lost mory flashed in Lenny’s head. It was a story about an old Scientist during world war two that managed to send cryptic ssages to his wife on the other side of the war.
This scientist had a very important post in the army, and thus, every letter he sent was scrutinized carefully, in case he was sending information to the enemy army before it was allowed to be carried by the carrier pigeon to the other side.
At first glance, it was just a normal ssage, asking about the weather, family, and about the dogs. But each letter carried a complicated set of codes when written in a certain manner, so letters were curved in certain ways and an emphasis on certain consonants and vowels would reveal the original ssage.
What was happening between the won was the sa thing, but it was on another level.
"So this is the power of one that has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge," Lenny thought to himself. "Is it possible to find the aning of what they are saying?"
"Give a sum up on what they are saying!"
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