therealkaichan | Day 2, Bell

She loved watching over her favorites.

Bluebell, or Bell for everyone, the Messenger of Chaos was really obvious about that, and about who where her current favorites.

Like right now, for example, there were two of them she liked the most.

One of them was fairly new to San Miguel, and the other had been there from the beginning. And she liked them because they did their work, but they were also really weird and sneaky.

Definitely Bell's type.

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Attis had been in San Miguel since the first day.

He had been chosen by Bell herself, to manage information. She had been interested in his capability to seal blood contracts, and of course in the fact that he would be easy to keep under chains.

So their deal had been really easy.

Attis would manage the information, and play along, as long as the one person he cared for was kept out of San Miguel.

It was easy for Bell to accept, so she just allowed it.

Bell liked him because he was weird. He was always looking for some sort of punishment for sins long past. He was looking for atonement but he didn't really want to atone, because he felt he didn't deserve it.

He was fascinated by demons, but he hated them. He was fascinated by love, even if love had been what caused him to make all his mistakes to begin with. And well, let's not even start talking about his relationship to the Dream demon or his beloved back at his original world. He was so full of contradictions, that it made Bell's wonder how he just hadn't cancelled himself out of existence.

Bell liked how he scared most of the people that visited his library. That was nice too.

And of course, Bell liked him because he was sneaky.

She knew he had given out information that was almost risky. She knew his contracts were a bit more extreme than what had been agreed.

And Bell knew well Attis hated the Gods as much as he hated those demons of his.

But well, Chaos was her job, and the man fitted really well with the description, didn't he?

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The second one, her current Head Inquisitor, had arrived later.

Bell had chosen him from the same world as one of Agatha's, but she had chosen a different timeframe, because it sounded like fun.

Slaine Troyard had been appointed with a duty, and he hadn't said a word against it. He had his time to look at the world, to see how to proceed.

And he had fallen into his position like the last piece of a puzzle.

Well, that was why Bell had chosen him, after all. This was simply familiar work for him, something he had done many times before, and she needed someone who would keep the influx of paranoia steady without risking to break so easily as her previous choice.

Bell liked him because he was weird. His mask was so ingrained in him that he could slip in and out of it like it was nothing. Even if he was about to break, the mask was still the last part of him to fall.

When he loved, it took over all his senses, over his logic. And he kept the weirdest people close to his heart, an absent father, an empress who put duty above all, even a man he had killed with his own hands.

And Bell loved that he kept everyone on their toes. Innocent or guilty, nobody knew when he lost on purpose or when he wanted it to happen. Nobody was certain of what he was thinking, or who could be next.

He was merciless when choosing, and merciless when punishing. And it came easily to him, so easily.

And of course, Bell liked him because he was sneaky.

She knew of his ring game, and of his secret marriage. She knew that he spoke in secret with the Demon of Dreams, and that he was just playing along until a better chance appeared.

Bell knew he was just waiting for the right time to play his cards. And that kept everyone on their toes.

The pawns, the Messengers, even the Gods.

And that was what Chaos was all about, right?