<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors</span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fgm5IMb.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Mallory Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>February 15th, 2021, 9:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Training Area<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kevin, Azmodiel, Ryusei<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>It’s very early<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Workout Gear (https://i.imgur.com/wSdPNiZ.jpg)/Hairstyle (https://i.imgur.com/l9E5Mi7.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>She had said she wanted this, so there was no excuse to be so tired in the morning, or at least what Mallory thought. Getting up so early should have been a piece of cake, considering the work she did, but when it came to a training session with the “golden boys” of SOPHE’s soldier program, Mallory was a bit hesitant on joining in. At first, she thought it would just be a good way to get in shape, then after, found it could help in case there was ever actually any danger that she needed to defense herself against. That made sense!<br/><br/>Though, now that she thought about it, wasn’t she a bit underprepared when it came to Azmodiel and his training sessions?<br/><br/>Azmodeil (her honorary foster dad), gave a speech in what was gonna go down, and honestly, it did not ease her worries whatsoever. ‘Good’ kind of pain was something Mallory had never experienced, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Pain was just not good for her, both the physical and the emotional, with the latter being the most she had been dealt with her life.<br/><br/>The mention of Azmodiel training a recruit in ways that even Oei didn’t seem to like? Mallory blanched just the slightest from the thought alone.<br/><br/>“Uh...ok.”  Mallory didn’t know what else to say to the demon man, giving a small sound of surprise when she felt Azmodiel’s hand patting her head once more. She was still getting used to the idea of calling Azomodiel ‘dad’, but when she tried the few times she had, she couldn’t help but notice the happiness in the demon’s face; she’d never seen the man with such a beaming aura of happiness, other than those moments. Head pats had become a form of affection the man doted upon her; Mallory was never one to say no to the man, as he had become a father figure to her, just as Ryusei had become a brother to her.<br/><br/>Kevin... Kevin was a different story. He made her equally happy and relaxed, and yet at the same time, completely nervous and shy. Their relationship had seemed like an open book, but now more then ever, had become mismatched, with blank pages scattered. There were moments she couldn’t help but stare at him, notice the freckles along his skin, the way he smiled; it made her heart beat faster just thinking about it, and that just made her more nervous.<br/><br/>”I’m glad I was able to come along this time. Being so busy with research had kept me so busy, I didn’t think I’d be able to make it again.” Despite wearing her workout gear, much more different then her reserved clothes, she stood a bit shyly, one arm held loosely by the other hand. Her eyes glanced away from Azmodiel, almost trying to make eye contact with him, a hint of red across her cheeks.  “But, thanks for having me...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">d-dad</span>”.<br/><br/>The last word was only quiet enough for the demon man to hear, but she wasn’t embarrassed by such a sentiment.