The same thing that happens to everything else.

Ariel snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, we had gone from Gabriella's room, to just outside the house; up on the hill. I was unsure what level of fear was reasonable for this situation; was this a 'sorry I had sex with your sister, bro.' situation, or a 'please God, don't kill me.' situation? The God of Martyrs tapped at a spot by the Fawks Fire, instructing me to sit.

I did so.

Ariel holds his hands together; taking a deep breath. "So... you, and my sweet, innocent, precious, little sister..."

I open my mouth to speak, but with another snap of fingers; I feel my lips vanish, my mouth sealed shut.

The Lion of Heaven looked sternly at me. "Shhh... Big man is talking. Monster; I know what you and her did was all above-board. No going too far, and I appreciate that. I just need to do my job as her big brother, ok?"

I nod; half tempted to try shifting a new mouth to speak.

"Cool." Ariel continues, taking a deep breath. "If you keep making my sister happy, and don't do anything she doesn't want to do; you have my blessing. But if you hurt her; physically, or emotionally..."

The sky of my Domain grows dark, as a storm begins to form above. Bolts of gilded lightning strike around us as the sea by the shore churns violently. Ariel stands, his body altering into one of blinding, golden light.

"I will go gather the Chosen, announce a war on Carnachias, and claim the Sphere of Torture; just to make a new Domain of Endless Pain for you. Are we understood?"

I nod violently.

In an instant, we are back in Gabriella's room; as if no time had passed between now, and the initial snap of Ariel's fingers. It was an illusion, trapping my mind within itself for an instantaneous conversation.

Ariel resumes his usual demeanor. "On second thought, it's all good; but sis, mind not praying to me... during? I can hear that, you know!"

I am quickly escorted into the hallway by a now rather angry Gabriella; saying "I'd rather you not hear this, Monster. Make sure Sammy doesn't eat my breakfast."

"I'll try." I say, before the door to her room is slammed shut; the silencing mark keeping the ensuing shouting match from being heard.

Sometimes, I wonder if strangling myself with my tail back in Tomo would have worked out better... maybe I'd have been a goblin in my next life; or a bumblebee...

Heading towards the dining hall, I hear sounds of sloshing, childish laughter, and the clank of various plates. Peeping in, I spy Sammy, and Carrie; gathered for breakfast.

"Now a monkey!" Says Carrie, hopping up and down on her chair.

Sammy's body squishes and squashes, taking the form requested.

Giggling, the Dungeon Core continues her requests. "Now a doggy!"

The slime obeys, warping into a floppy-eared hound with a wagging tail.

"Now a butt!"

This continues until Cilla (finally returned to her Elf-Form) walks out of the kitchen; heading to the empty seat beside Carrie; the cartoonish gelatinous rear-end quickly turning back into it's more common form. The two delinquents act as though nothing had happened; even though anyone with two ears could have heard them in the kitchen. She sets down a plate for each of them, spotting me as she takes her seat.

"Good morning, Monster. Have you seen Gabriella? She's usually awake by now." She asks; her tone and general demeanor being oddly warmer than usual.

I tell her the truth; not all of it, of course. "She's talking with Ariel."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, there's some extra stew and porridge made in the kitchen; help yourself."

"Thanks... what about Ashes? Doesn't she usually cook?" I ask, heading toward the kitchen.

Cilla shrugs. "Still sleeping. I wasn't going to just let my students get hungry."

Sammy pulls a freshly cleaned plate from her stomach; covered in bits of slime. "Teacher is the best!"

In between several spoonfuls of food, Carrie says something that makes our Handler drop her own spoon.

"Yeah! I love Mama's food!"

I could hear Cilla's skip a beat as she chokes slightly on her breakfast. "M-Mama?"

The little Core smiles wide, hugging the surprised furball around the waist. "Yeah! You're my Mama now, right? You take care of me..."

"Um... uh..." The stone-cold analyst, who had killed several monsters before my eyes without breaking a sweat, was now stuttering; face as red as her hood. "Well, if you want me to be your mother; I suppose I could fill out the forms for adoption as well."

I can hear Cilla's heart pounding out of her chest; a mixture of anxiety and unparalleled joy. Knowing Prissy was this excited to be a mother put a smile on my face, one that lasted past getting my breakfast (leaving enough for a certain Priestess), and taking my seat on the other side of Cilla. Speak of the angel; Gabbie arrived, with no staff to speak of at the moment... and a slightly odd lurch to her walk after last night.

"Good morning." She calls; trying to maintain a facade of innocence. "Ooo, that smells good; is there any left?"

"I hope so!" Says Sammy, before quickly rushing off to the kitchen.

Cilla tries to stop her. "Sammy, wait!"

But, the slime's response is expected. "Mmm... No."

Chaos ensues, as we try to save what remains of the breakfast porridge from the grasp of the gluttonous gelatin.