<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>On the Rocks</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CVXF98C.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 15th, 2021, 7.30AM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion’s place<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I seriously thought that you have done far worse things when drunk than this… But it’s nice to hear that you mostly like to sulk when drunk.” If the fox demon was angry, it was quickly forgotten once Albion started showing affection to her ears. The girl was way too easy to soothe like that.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry Albion…” She didn’t know what else to say when the man told her about the passing of his parents. Nera knew it was a full chaos after the Gate opened. She had heard from something called holy magic and sometimes she saw broken seals, but those did very little if nothing against the demons. How see saw it, was that there was no absolute evil or good, so things relying on them couldn’t possibly work.<br/><br/>In silence Nerissa listened. She didn’t interrupt Albion with questions or trying to give him words of comfort. Instead she hugged him the best she could, trying to offer her warmth to him when he walked through those dark memories. It felt like she couldn’t do nearly enough to ease his pain.<br/><br/>The Gate had brought the demon world into this world, and just like the real demon world, it wasn’t all good. In her opinion it was mostly a nightmare to everyone who weren’t at the top of the food chain. And she was at the bottom end of the food chain, just like the humans when the Gate opened. In a way, demons were more honest, more pure creatures compared to humans. They felt no shame in being plain evil and taking pleasure from the misery and pain of others.<br/><br/>Usually she could find words, at least something good to say. Now the girl couldn’t find anything. It made sense, explained why he acted the way he did. She could share her own story, but that would be like ignoring everything he just told her with a great effort.<br/><br/>“It’s not your fault” That is what she would have loved to hear in the same situation. “Everything that happened, what they made you do… It’s not your fault. No one can blame you from the acts you did when forced, in order to survive. I know it must have hurt, and it still does, but it’s not your fault. Even if you did some bad decisions, there is no right to expect a child to make such big decisions, to know it all.<br/><br/>I can understand better the way you are now and… I’m so sorry for you. Albion… I… If there is anything I can do to help you, please, just say a word.” The girl hugged him tightly, kind of flattening her body against his to give him a good whole body hug. It didn’t feel like the right moment to start sharing her ideas of how he should change and start thinking things differently.<br/>