<strong>Erato, not really getting it</strong><br/><br/>Having the chance to approach her Queen was really like a gift sent from the God of Death himself so it took Erato only half a second to take the order to heart. Usually she was quite an insightful creature, yet this time “love made her blind”, as they say and without hesitation she came forth, ending in front of the “Queen”, almost towering over Callisto’s petite frame.<br/>The moment their gazes met, Erato bent her right knee and kneeled in a knightly manner, keeping her head raised.<br/><br/>“Your orders, my Queen?”<br/><br/>Her blank blue eyes were wide open, hinting at the excitement she felt, although at first her gaze shifted to where La’cael’rah was trying in vain to hide. Nothing escaped her vigilent eyes, nothing which could be counted as “material” at least. She cursed Belphegor’s presence for not being able to show herself in the incubus form she had worked so much upon in the last years. Zaeroses’ aura was shining brighter than before, while the Fae’s seemed to dwindle. Why was the Queen keeping Callisto’s body even in front of Belphegor? For a moment Erato pondered if it were wise to ask her the reason behind this latest trick.<br/>