"So you don't know what's going on with Trissy either?"
In the bedroom, Angel raised a Wall of Spirituality, pulled over a cushion, and sat beside the altar. Black Cat Wensa had emerged halfway from it and lay before her as they talked.
"I spend most of my time in the Spirit World. I'm afraid you know more about many things than I do..." Wensa seemed to have fully embraced being a cat, her tail swishing constantly. "But one thing is certain: they do intend to use that Demoness as a vessel for that one's descent."
That one? Cheek, the Primordial Demoness?
Wensa's less-than-reverent tone confirmed two things for Angel.
First, this Demoness cat knew the Demoness Sect well. She might even have belonged to it before becoming a Spirit World Creature, and the "family" she mentioned was undoubtedly the "other faction" Trissy had spoken of. Second, that faction had precious little respect for its True God, Cheek, the Primordial Demoness. It might even be plotting something behind her back.
"Then why has the Demoness Sect let Trissy wander around, even investigate the truth behind the Great Smog on her own? Shouldn't they have captured such a valuable vessel at once and kept her under close watch?" Angel asked.
That was the question she understood least. For a while, it had even made her suspect Trissy was hiding something.
Lanevus had attracted the attention of the evil god True Creator. Though he escaped Tingen City, the Aurora Order caught him as soon as he entered Backlund and kept him under close watch. Before long, they used him as a vessel again, nearly bringing about a divine descent in the Docklands. Yet Trissy, who had likewise served as a vessel and shown signs of being controlled and corroded, was under no