What's the Directive?

The face in the mirror started back at the twin, bright blue eyes like liquid plasma looking back with an intent stare, the dark shadows barely giving the highlights cast by the lamp burning near at hand. The dark hair around the figure's face just as dark as the shadows around them and curling wetly around the face. Even leaning closer doesn't reveal much, as if the face isn't clearly defined. Just the large pale electric blue eyes dominating. A pursed lip is all it takes and the image is becoming indistinct as it frosts over the mirror's surface so its just a blurry outline with a halo caused by the lamplight.

The demon turns in their seat and looks at the cluttered table again. Just taking in the mess of mismatched instruments, computer parts and books stacked haphazardly in piles. The long thick tapering tail jerks behind and whips around the chair's leg until they finally push up off the seat to head over to the table. Leaning slight weight against the old, battered antique bit of furniture saved from a trash heap in town. A computer screen perched close to the edge of the table has them moving forward and lifting the slender ebook to set in a safer spot further over and drops into the rickety old chair that makes them feel like its going to snap and crack under the force of being sat upon. The demon knocks on the table's wooden surface, can't take chances, is their thought. Looking at the screen while slumping in the chair, the demon's eyes watches over the image in view and for a moment, there's a bright white grin showing in the black field before it disappears while leaning forward and moving to another page.

Lips move at first, not a breath shown in a billow of white before the face, then " Ripple Effect is something to be .....due to a keen sense of bring......adversity, even the smallest things in life..." The silence that follows once more is given to silently reading to themselves with a small frown beginning to develop. Leaning forward further to rest against the table with a propped up elbow, the eyes moves slowly over the words on the screen before jerking over to the side in thought while their finger tapped on the edge of the table. " Entropic force...inside him?..the injury?..the taint of the curse or was it the assault itself.." There's a growl and they turn back to touch the screen, dragging around other windows. Going over slowly on some.

The hour was growing late and already the demon's eyes were growing heavy, hand lifted to cover the yawn threatening to escape, a small nodding as they try to read the glyphs moving around, trying to focus them into stillness so she could learn but after the fourth effort to steady the letters, it was time to give up. The demon shut the laptop off and closed the lid before pulling themselves out of their chair and over to the bed where they finally spill over the colorful comforter with a tired moan and grimacing. Too tired even to roll over, they just draw their legs up and curls up this way, like an infant with tail spilling down between their feet and over the comforter where it hangs limp. Small hands wedge themselves up against their belly low and frowns again in discomfort, eyes moving to the carved box that held 12 vials within it, carefully protected by cloth folded over the top to cushion them all. They realize its not something they're looking forward but anymore..its better to be safe then sorry. Too many accidents and mishaps. It was time to take further responsibility and prevent more trouble. In spite the rising need to let nature take its course, this demon finds themselves still afraid. With luck, a few more days will pass and they'll be able to take the first dose and not have to worry about the next until a month later. For now though, sleep was more wanted and after kicking shoes off and starts stripping to climb under the covers, there's not much in mind but a desire of wanting to be held while sleeping. With this, the demon drifts off with a sigh and slips into sweep oblivion.