Following closely behind Serafall, Mournomon had a lot on his mind, he had noticed it before but wasn't so sure but after he slaughtered those devils under the late Sorkin he found a rather strange flaw in his transformations.

He had four lives, in each life he was a different person yet at the same time the same, each life had it's own personality even though they all had the same memories. The flaw was when he transformed into for example Mournomon as he was now he would find that he was more aggressive towards his enemies when fighting he would rather tear them apart or make them suffer than ending it quickly and cleanly. It was as if he held a personal grudge against any person he deemed an enemy.

"Lambert, Azfius, Mythanar, and Mournomon. Each life I was different, whether it be because of circumstance or race I do not know, the only fact is that it changes how I think but not what I think, It changes how I kill but not If I should kill. The change is minor yet glaring, should probably test it...Later", Mournomon thought.

...

Mournomon suddenly stopped, Serafall turned around and looked at him with curiosity, then started flying around him as if inspecting him.

"What?", Mournomon said unnerved but the little devil that was looking him up and down.

"Nothing much", she answered, "just wondering how you dragons transform into your human forms". Serafall looked up at him expectantly, she wanted an answer.

"It's nothing mysterious, my dear Lady Leviathan, but a simple ability that we dragons have when we reached a certain mastery in our Aura and Mana use. It's like compressing ourselves into another form but unfortunately, we lose about thirty to forty percent of our total strength while transformed." Mournomon said.

Serafall looked at him with slight annoyance, "And how is reaching such a mastery over one's strength anything simple, if one's mastery where higher one can easily use less power to exert more strength than someone with lower mastery."

"Quite right, but most would not focus on mastering their power but rather amassing more, even dragons are like that and would usually stop staying to increase there mastery after they reached the minimum requirements to transform. Why may I ask did you bring up this topic?" asked Mournomon.

"No reason", said Serafall, as she flew, begins Mournomon before asking another question, "How are your wings attached?"

Mournomon gave a wry smile, "My dear lady Leviathan, probably the same way your wings are. Though I doubt you had a reason to ask that other than changing the topic of conversation."

Serafall ignored him and merely stuck out her tongue at him before flying off. Mournomon could only shake his head and sigh as he flew after her.

...

A large mansion came into the duo's view as they landed in front of the building.

Serafall turned around smiling at Mournomon, "So, what do you think?"

Mournomon turned his head left then right staring at the massive building that was the Sitri family's home, "Magnificent " he said, but, "Why does anyone need so much space" was what he thought.

Serafall puffed her chest in pride, which only gave Mournomon some eye candy as he watched certain assets juggle at her movement. "Come on then let's go in", said Serafall as she started skipping towards the mansion, Mournomon following closely behind.

Entering the building Mournomon saw a handsome looking devil with black hair wearing a fancy suit. The man was looking at Serafall, "Serafall, why did you leave so quickly and who... who is this?" the man asked as he turned his gaze from Serafall to Mournomon.

"Daddy, nothing much just some big bully wanting to visit", Serafall said as she lightly elbowed Mournomon.

The man turned to Mournomon for answers with a confused look to which Mournomon stepped forward to clarify, "I apologize if I have caused you any inconvenience Lord Sitri, it seems as my visit was misinterpreted by your guards and we had a slight scuffle, again I apologize" Mournomon said.

The man or Lord Sitri's eyes shone in understanding before speaking, "Ah, I trust no one was hurt?"

"Of course not", answered Mournomon

"Then there is no harm done, allow me to introduce myself I am the Lord of House Sitri, Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Lord Sitri said.

"Mournomon, the pleasure is mine", Mournomon said.

"Great, great, now you know each other, let's go I wanna see my adorable Sona-chan come on," Serafall said with impatience as she stormed off.

Lord Sitri looked towards Mournomon with helplessness written on his face, "I apologize, she can be... Serafall some times" he said with a wry smile.

"Ha, not at all. I believe it quite refreshing." Mournomon said with a laugh.

Lord Sitri stared at Mournomon not sure if he spoke out of politeness or was serious, but quickly let it go as he stretched out his hand, "Shall we go" he said but then froze as he just realized something, "Oh, forgive me but to what do we of house Sitri ow the pleasure of your visit", he asked curious to this strange dragons visit their estate.

"I have come to meet with the new heir of house Sitri and present the newborn a gift", Mournomon said

Lord Sitri paused for a second when he heard what Mournomon said, his first reaction was to be cautious of the stranger wanting to see his newborn daughter but after thinking of how Serafall, lead him there he chose to trust in her judgment.

...

Following Lord Sitri threw the mansion they came upon a room and within Mournomon saw a mature looking woman with beautiful black hair wearing a blue dress held a baby, Serafall stood by the side teasing the child.

Hearing them enter the woman smiled at her husband before looking at Mournomon in confinement to which Serafall just explained what he was doing there.

The woman looked at Mournomon with clear caution as she introduced herself, "Hello", she said forgetting etiquette of a noble.

Mournomon, not minding, walked towards the lady, "A pleasure Lady Sitri", he greeted while giving a slight nod. Moving till he was in front of Lady Sitri under the watchful eyes of Lord Sitri and Serafall Mournomon kneeled in front of Lady Sitri to get a better look at the baby.

She was very small with just a bit of black hair growing on her head as she stared at Mournomon with her beautiful purple eyes. Mournomon held his hand over the baby and teased her a bit as she grabbed his finger, he smiled warmly for the first time in centuries as he watched the little Sona try and wrestle with his pinky finger.

Retrieving his hand from little Sona he put his hand into a pocket in his robe and secretly took something from his pocket space. He pulled out his hand and in it was a bracelet with beautiful blue stones engraved in them.

"The bracelet of Levithan, the irony," Mournomon thought as he showed Sona's family his gift, "This bracelet is my gift to her, it has not only the ability to protect the user with a magic-infused water dome but also aid the user in finely controlling water magic", Mournomon said as he handed the bracelet to Lady Sitri, "Please accept it on her behalf," Mournomon asked her.

Lady Sitri looked towards her husband, he nodded and she accepted the bracelet on Sona's behalf. After making sure what Mournomon said was true she looked towards him with a different light. "Thank you for this precious gift", she said. If Mournomon had given it to her she would have refused but this bracelet had the power to protect her daughter and by what she felt from it only the fully charged attack of a high devil would be able to even make ripple's on the barrier so how could she not accept it. Her daughter's safety was of utmost importance to her more important than anything else.

After handing over the gift the family was much more open to Mournomon since he didn't seem like he had any bad intentions and in fact, he didn't he truly just wanted to make sure the little Sona was safe that was all.

Lord Sitri made a guest room available for Mournomon to stay in while he was with them saying, "Stay as long as you would like".

...

Lying in his room given by Lord Sitri, Mournomon looked up at the ceiling his eye's shined as he felt few unfamiliar presences enter the mansion. "Seems, there are more rats", he thought.