Cynically Split [Nebula's Awakening]

As the final demon fell to Alex's relentless attack, Nebula winced once more at the sight of death. She picked up her weapon, but it soon dissappeared back into the depths of her soul. Inside, she could hear Fafnir cackling in satisfaction. She walked out of the room, and returned Julius's comment with a polite bow. "N-no questions, your highness..." She gave another polite bow, picked up her sketchbook, and left the room a cadet. In the back of her mind, however, Fafnir's harsh, hot presence clashed with her own. Her face feeling overly hot, Nebula rushed over to the nearest women's bathroom, where, upon finding it empty, she burried her face in cold tap water.

Still finding that this was not enough, Nebula found herself forcing Fafnir out of her mind in the bathroom. The dragon was large, but the bathroom large enough to contain him without any major issues. Upon summoning him, Nebula felt the heat on her face fade away. "P-Please..." She clamored "W-whatever you're doing inside of my mind, p-please stop." Fafnir looked down upon his host, inspecting her closely.

"That which I do inside mine confines is not for you to call into question. You are out of line." His eyes seemed to give off an air of malignance, confidence and absolute superiority, all of which confirmed themselves upon Fafnir refusing to provide an explanation for the heat. He encorached himself above Nebula, giving off an authoritarian impetus.

Nebula paled. Wasn't this her own Persona? A reflection of her inner psyche? Why was it being so... demanding? For once in her life, Nebula felt that it was her duty to boss somebody around, instead of being submissive. "N-No! You're m-my Persona, and I'm n-" Nebula's retort was interrupted by a fiery reptilian claw wrapping itself around her neck and raising her up against the bathroom mirror.

"Listen well, wench. If it improves your performance, then the heat shall subside, but be you not misaken. I am a king, and your role is to take orders, NOT to give them!"

Nebula's widened eyes began to fill with tears.

"You are nothing but a tool at my disposal, and your role to is make sure the cadets stay alive. You. Belong. To me."

Fafnir released Nebula, who dropped to the ground with a *thud*. "Are we clear?" Her throat burning and her eyes overflowing, Nebula reluctantly nodded. "Y-Y-Yes *hic* S-S-S-Sir-r..." Fafnir simply grunted and returned to the depths of her mind, where he begrudgingly ceased whatever it was he was doing that was paining Nebula's face. The woman stood up and, without another word or stop, returned to her home, where she cried herself to sleep.