There are few who deny -- Singing

[SirDio]

STHENO

The moon was large and bright, full against the starting night. Stheno again found herself awake, and as she wandered the island, she found herself more restless. In the mood to sing. Would Caesar come and get mad? It was definitely a chance - the damned feline would always show up at the thought of him. But she didn't care for his words anymore. He was a pissant thing. As she wandered toward the eastern shore, she let out a huff. Who else would decide to ruin this early night for her?

Stretching her head to meet the moon, she began to sing, quietly, gently on the wind. Something she made up. It felt more like a poem.

"Oh, you're precious, pretty.
You have everyone on their knees.
You have a devilish beauty,
and they have made their deals.
You have your wits about you,
And Everything you've wanted.
You're devilish, darling."

Eugh. English. As much as she hated to sing in such a boring language, she found herself unable to properly sing the words in Japanese. She began to hum the tune she made, swaying her head with it. Such a lovely little tune. A petite, lovely tune.

"Yes, you're devilish.
you hold no punches.
and you reel them like they're fish.
with your baits of freedom.

This choir is in tune with you,
But you're no angel.
You're devilish, darling."