Roman kind of bailed right after I paid my Lien for his 'services'. The skeptical part of me wants to say I was just tricked out of my money, but I also feel like he would be genuinely offended to be associated with such a low-brow scheme.
What an interesting character he is.
He just left and gave me an address to check out in a few hours while he deals with all the logistics. I downed my drink and was about to leave when a strong perfume hit my nostrils.
"Hey there cutie, haven't seen you here before."
"Melanie, do you have to flirt with every new guy that comes in?" Another similar voice flanked me.
I turned to see a set of twins take a seat on either side of me, their dress a bit eye catching, but matching all the same.
"Ladies." I greeted.
"Don't be like that, Miltia, he's your type." The one who spoke seemed to be named Melanie.
"Doesn't mean I'm going to just throw myself at him, you can be such a slut sometimes." The one named Militia rolled her eyes.
"Can I help either of you?" I asked, wondering what they wanted from me.
"You can buy me a drink." Melanie winked.
"What're you doing here?" Miltia demanded.
I just blinked at the sudden comments. "I was talking to Junior and Roman, but they had things to take care of so I was about to leave."
"Junior just left you alone at his bar?" Miltia seemed surprised.
"I guess? I think I may have said something to offend him." I just shrugged.
"Junior doesn't get offended, he gets annoyed." Melanie interjected. "What'd you say to get his panties in a twist?"
"I made a comment about joining the Mistral tournament?"
"Brothers." Melanie rolled her eyes. "He can be such a drama queen about that." She got up and walked around to the bar, pulling out a bottle and started pouring herself a drink. "Boohoo daddy wouldn't let me be a huntsman."
"Melanie." Miltia growled.
"What? He's not the only one who got fucked over, but he mopes around every year when the tournament comes around." She scowled unrepentantly. "Not like it's a big fucking secret."
"Really, are you gonna do this now?" Miltia sighed.
"What? No ones here yet, I'll get into character when more people start showing up." She downed her drink, turning around and disappearing into the back.
"Well….that was something." I commented.
"My sister can be a bitch sometimes." Miltia said with clear annoyance in her voice, she took off her heels, setting them on the counter before rubbing her feet. "Had to walk around Vale all damn morning passing out fliers, and that bitch probably dumped them in the trash somewhere to fuck off for the day."
"Work for Junior then?" I asked. "What's that like?" Well, I didn't have anything to do for the moment, wouldn't mind knowing a bit more about this whole thing.
"It's money." She shrugged. "We basically just play the club scene, get idiot boys to throw around Lien after flashing some leg and if anyone gets too rowdy, we put them down." She put her feet up on another stool. "What about you?"
"First time in Vale, Junior and Roman have been helpful." I said idly, fingering my empty glass. "Not much of a story there, just got my Aura awakened, so that's something I guess."
"Roman and helpful in the same sentence?" She snorted. "How many drinks you in?"
"What, is that unusual? I mean….he can be a bit sarcastic and flippant, but otherwise he wasn't really…." I didn't know quite the right word --- mean?
"I think I only know two people who can put up with Roman, Junior and that midget. He barely goes a single word without insulting someone enough that weapons start coming out."
"Huh…" I just scratched my cheek. "He said I reminded him of himself, maybe that's it." I shrugged.
"Yeah…I can see it." She gave me a once over. "You have that same 'I'm better than you' look, but less punchable."
"Only 'less'.?" I raised an eyebrow.
She shrugged, her lips curling up. "I call it like I see it."
I couldn't help but laugh, I liked her snark even if that's practically a compliment compared to Scathach's sharp tongue. "Well, I like to think I pull of the 'punchable face' look pretty well." I adjusted my hat.
"Mmm, 6/10."
"Well, there goes my self-esteem."
"You hang around Roman, I doubt you had any to begin with."
"Ouch, you really just go for the jugular every time." I clutched my heart dramatically. "By the way, I'm Wilhelm, don't think I introduced myself."
"It's part of my charm." She flashed a smile. "Miltia."
Well, she isn't wrong. "I should be heading out, need to find Roman to make my stay here legal."
"Whatever." She nonchalantly replied. "But if you come back later, maybe I'll have time for a dance."
"Tempting, but I'm spoken for."
"Ugh, of course you are." She groaned.
"I wouldn't mind being a friend though." I offered. I did enjoy her personality.
"Brothers that's so corny." She rolled her eyes.
I just shrugged again; I'm not going to broken up that she didn't want to be friends. "Well see you around." I began to walk away.
"I didn't say no." She said just loud enough for me to hear.
I couldn't help but smile slightly. I had a feeling I would get along with her like a house on fire.
***
I walked a fair distance away towards the 'industrial' district. It was nice to know that each district was so obviously segregated.
But the fact that I was only given an address and nothing else made me realize, I had no idea where the fuck I was going.
Now that I think about it, he probably did that on purpose.
Roman seems like the kind of person who likes to fuck with people.
"Hands up!"
I blinked, hearing a shout from behind me. I turned around to see a man holding a gun up towards me. My eyes swept the surroundings and no one else was around. He was a bit scraggly, but his clothes weren't unkempt enough for me to assume he's homeless.
"Are you robbing me?" I couldn't help but ask.
"No, I want to know what shampoo you use." His sarcasm clear in his voice. "Of course I am, now, wallet and scroll."
Is this Karma? Is it because I robbed that guy the other day? "Don't wanna."
"What do you mean 'don't wanna?'" He stared at me incredulously, "Empty your pockets or I'll shoot!" He shook his gun for emphasis.
"Nice gun, what kind of bullets it got?"
"Why the hell should I tell you!?" He seemed more and more confused with my manner of speech.
"So not dust bullets, and looks like a run of the mill small arm." I nodded. "Tell me, why did you think it was a good idea to point a shitty gun like that at someone with Aura?"
He paused, realization dawning on him. "Oh."
"'Oh' indeed." I deadpanned.
"Well, this is awkward." He lowered his hand. "Can we pretend this didn't happen?"
You know, I appreciated the balls on this guy. "Tell you what, you help me find this address and I'll walk away without you having to swallow each bullet one by one." I held out my piece of paper.
He took the piece of paper happily and stared at it. "Why do you need to go to Roman's hideout." He looked up at me blinking. "I mean….i've never heard of this place?"
"Wait….are you one of Roman's henchmen?"
"…no."
"Sweet merciful gods." I sighed. "I...just take me there, I have business with him."
"Yes sir!" He saluted, and I followed him down a few alleys.
It was surprisingly not very far, I probably could have found it if I searched around a little, but whatever. It was pretty nondescript, a warehouse in a sea of warehouses and similar looking buildings.
The idiot led me inside and I was immediately greeted to the familiar sight of a orange-haired thief. "Oh, kid, you made it." He was leaning on a table, smoking a cignar. "And you found one of my minions."
"More like he found me." I said dryly.
Roman sighed. "Red, what did you do?"
"N-nothing, sir. I was just –"
"He tried to rob me at gunpoint." I deadpanned, interrupting the now named 'Red'.
Roman face palmed. "Just…..go back to work."
"Yes sir." Red happily took the chance to run away.
"I hope that isn't the bar for your employees."
Roman actually let out a laugh. "This is the –" He had the face of someone counting in their head. "12th time, he's done something like this."
"Really? And you still keep him around." I was a bit flabbergasted.
"Nono, you don't understand." He chuckled before continuing. "I'm waiting until it blows up in his face, that guy is the luckiest son of a bitch I've ever met in my life. This wasn't even the dumbest stunt he's pulled and so far, there isn't even a whisper of his face being flashed around any police station."
"Seriously?"
"Let me put it like this." He cleared his throat. "He tried to rob the Deputy Headmistress of Beacon." Roman could barely keep a straight face. "Never arrested, never even handcuffed before. The authorities don't even know his name."
"Have you tried—"
"Using his ridiculous luck to my advantage? Of course." He sighed. "Didn't seem to work. No, his luck only kicks in to save himself. Honestly, the only reason I've kept him on is because the betting pool we have going on. Got a lot of Lien riding on some turnouts and I want my money." He seemed in a genuine good mood. "Anyways, I'm sure you didn't come here to talk about my little minions. You want your papers, right?"
"Well, my money certainly wasn't a donation."
Roman smirked, gesturing for me to follow as he led me furth in towards another room in the warehouse. We walked in and it was like a completely different building. Cubicles everywhere, printers, their version of computers, people walking around like it was an office. "This is where the magic happens. Where all our raiding the Vale Bureaucracy for our illicit gains occurs."
"Question." I raised my finger up. "Why are you showing me this, seems a bit…"
"Stupid? Arrogant?" Roman finished my thought. "Kid, do you really think anything here can lead back to me?" He raised an eyebrow. "Worst case the police come here and shut everything down. Spend a MINIMUM of six months filing through everything to get a few simple charges on my minions who would be out on bail and disappearing under new names before anything could happen."
"Huh, I guess I shouldn't have doubted you there…..but why are you showing ME this." I questioned him again. Seems like a hassle and trusting even if nothing could harm him. It would still cost some money and be a hit if his operation got taken down.
"Alright, alright." He held his hands up. "I was wanting to recruit you, thought maybe showing you the business would be enticing, but maybe I played this wrong."
"Recruit me, really? You hardly know anything about me."
"Well, when I say recruit, I meant build you into someone I could use." He leaded against a nearby desk. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find useful minions?"
"I have met Red." I deadpanned.
"That is true." He nodded. "But, you got a lot of Aura, and you seem like you got a good head on your shoulders. Honestly, that would take you pretty damn far in this city. But you also remind me of a young me, that's priceless right there."
"I think your priorities are a bit skewed." I sighed." So, what….you want someone else to watch your back? I heard you got a partner or something already."
"Watch my back?" He let out a chuckle. "That's a good one, kid. There's only one person I trust with my back, and he's standing right in front of you."
"What about your partner?"
"I trust the Lien I pay her with." He replied.
"So you have no one then?"
"I don't need anyone else, kid. You'll learn someday, the only person you need to care about is yourself." He shook his head like I was naïve. "But I had another reason for wanting you here."
"Well, I'm all ears." I crossed my arms.
"Okay, so how serious were you about the Mistral Tournament?"
"Eh, about half serious. I wouldn't mind going for the prize money, why?"
"I'm glad you asked, my young protégé." He stood up, swinging his cane, hitting a blackboard that spun around showing lots of numbers and several pictures and dates.
"Not your protégé."
"Not with that attitude." He didn't seem phased by my denial. "You see, the Mistral Tournament uses a certain 'system' to randomize the fights –"
"You hacked the system and want to rig the fights, maybe set me up in a position to take advantage of it for some reason?"
He paused, staring at me. "You just have to steal my thunder, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow and a smirk rose up on your face. "Just what I would expect from my protégé." He nodded in approval. "Got it in one, kiddo! I just need a face to plaster everywhere, and yours is decent enough. It helps that I like your style too."
Because it's similar to his.
"I'm flattered." I drolled. "But isn't there the issue of 'winning' the fights?" I'm sure from his perspective I'm a village boy who just got Aura.
"I'm glad you asked." He waived his hand. "You see, there are always a set number of 'Byes' in the tournament every year, up until the top 18 that is."
"Isn't that going to draw a ridiculous amount of attention?"
"That is the plan." He said happily. "You see, I want you to grab all the attention for one moment." He took out a piece of paper, handing it to me. "When all the cameras are on you, I want you to say that then you can forfeit or whatever."
I unfolded the piece of paper. "Go fuck yourself, Lil'Miss Malachite. – Roman Torchwick."
A smile crept up on Roman's face, it was clear he was stopping himself from bursting out laughing.
"Let me get this straight, you are hacking one of the most popular sporting events of the year, just so you can tell someone to go fuck off?" I asked incredulously.
"I know, I know." He raised his hands. "Not to mention she's the crime boss of Mistral's largest gang. I know the concerns you have, like what happens if you—"
"I'm in."
Roman just looked at me in confusion. "What?"
"I'm in." I pocketed the piece of paper.
"She's a very powerful person, someone who would be able to grab you way before you could get out of Mistral, and she isn't someone to be lightly crossed."
"You are going through so much effort just to tell someone to fuck off…..how could I not be a part of this?" I said in all honesty.
"Kid...you really are one of a kind." He let out a deep laugh, more genuine than I've heard before. "Seriously, I'll make you my protégé, you're perfect."
"I'd rather be paid."
"Brothers damn it, you're perfect!" He laughed even harder. "Alright, alright. I do have plans in place to get you out. I don't leave my people high and dry like some common vagrant."
"Wait, you only need me to get to the top 16, right?"
"Yeah, literally no work on your part."
"What If I want to win?"
"Kid, I know you're feeling pumped up from getting your Aura – "
I rolled my eyes. "I'll agree to your terms if you don't interfere with my fighting after I say my part for you."
He paused, mulling over my words. "Whatever kid." He shook his head. "I'm not your babysitter, she won't be able to touch you during the tournament, too many cameras, I guess I'll have my people ready for when you get your ass kicked."
"I feel like there are a ton more details to work out….but why are you going through all this trouble?"
"Because, fuck her." He replied.
"Fair." I nodded. "But what's the real reason?" I raised an eyebrow.
The corners of Roman's lips curled up. "Now, why would I go and spoil that?"
"So, I'm basically a distraction." I mused.
"If it makes you feel better, I will very much look forward to your role in this little job."
"That does make me feel better."
"Really?"
"No, lets talk about how much I'm getting paid."
***
Oh boy, Roman pulled MC in for a job, this will end well. So, i forgot to say this last chapter regarding the 'saying Gods name' thing with him being devil. I totally thought it was a Taboo woven into the devil bloodline, not something the Heaven system in DxD just kind of bopped devils on the head for invoking God's name. Personally, I like the idea of a 'curse' better, and already planned some stuff out because of that so..... Hand waiving that little tidbit.
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I woke up with a yawn, the sun just barely peeking in through the curtains. I felt my arm pop as I stretched my arms. With a thought, I brought down all the bounded fields I set around my room out of habit.
I rented just a random hotel room for a few days, it wasn't particularly difficult to find somewhere and my new information came in handy.
Apparently, hotels and the like have to verify residence status or the equivalent for visitors….which I didn't have before last night.
So, good timing I suppose.
Besides my hat and clothes, I didn't have any belongings laying about.
Pulling my hair back, I got it how I preferred and wrapped it in the piece of cloth that Scathach gave me, giving it a little tug to make sure it was nice and snug.
I stretched a little bit more. "I feel kinda stiff." I rolled my head.
[Probably because you haven't done your morning exercises in several days.]
I paused, mulling Ddraig's words over. "That's a distinct possibility." I couldn't help but agree. "And I don't really want to get in the habit of forgoing them for long periods of time." Even if it was just swinging my sword a few hundred times, it was good to do something.
Not anything I would essentially call training, but it kept my body warmed up.
Without much more thought, I walked out the door and headed out the hotel. It was right at the center of a large square. People were setting up with carts and such. Fresh produce, or bread that had come almost right out of the oven. Perhaps they were advertising for shops from other parts of the city?
[I'm curious, why are you going along with that thief's plans?]
I walked up to a little food cart, taking out about 20 Lien. "Half dozen, please." I placed it down, grabbing the bag of bagels I was handed. I bit into one, and it was the perfect amount of crunch and softness. "Why not?" I mumbled between chews, directed towards Ddraig.
[Just seems odd.]
"Well, I have a few reasons, beyond just thinking it'll be a fun experience." I finished off my baked delight. "First, I want to see Mistral, while I can go there anymore, this is a good excuse." I waved in and out of the crowd.
I stopped for a moment, watching a human hand a little treat down to a girl with cat ears on her head. I couldn't help but smile at the scene.
So far, I've seen several instances of overt racism, or rather speciesism, here, but that is definitely a welcomed reprieve. I wonder if they just call it Racism, since the term evolved so many times over my own history, it's the first term that comes to my mind anyways.
"Second, the money would be nice." I admitted. "I'm not particularly fond of robbing dust or stuff like that from common folks." Find me a dick and I'll gladly alleviate him of his goods, but I'm not going to hurt a decent person. And selling large quantities of gold just seems like more of a hassle than its worth.
[That can't be all, I admit those reasons are probably enough to get you moving since you're not really focusing on anything important right now.]
"I need data." I replied. And it was probably my biggest reason. "I could probably go find some scum somewhere, some criminals that even I would find distasteful to poke at, but I don't really care to do that right now." I explained. "The nature of Aura and Semblances is really…..unrefined in most texts I've read so far. How long would it take for me to find something worth noting if this is the norm? I would rather get a good look at Aura and by extension, Semblances, being used. Where else would there be an opportunity like this?"
[So, go beat up some kids so you can see how they bleed?]
"I know, it excites me too." I snorted at his sarcasm.
[We still haven't figured out how Aura affects you overall, beyond the physical boosts it gives.]
"That's true too." I agreed, moving towards a familiar gate that led towards the Forever Fall Forest. "But all impressions so far show no negative effects, which isn't surprising considering its my soul and all." But you can never be too careful with things like this.
[I guess seeing how the locals have adapted the use of their Aura would be a good learning experience. Could probably shave of months of learning if you can gleam something worthwhile.]
"And, honestly, I really want to see how this whole plan of Roman's turns out."
[Really? Seems kind of trite compared to what you normally deal with.]
"Well, not everything can be magical terrorists or legendary figures." Took out my swords, letting them hover infront of my before tapping my hand against my cheek. Which one, hm...you. I gripped Dawnbreaker in my hand and began to swing it in the air. "Besides, he interests me."
[Thought you only like girls.]
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He wasn't spouting crap when he said that I reminded him of himself. I do see several similarities between us." It did make me think on several things. "A different set of circumstances, a different life led, would I have turned out like him?" I took a step forward, swinging my sword overhead, before stepping back.
[A thief?]
"Alone." I corrected. The way he just dismissed any kind of bond...it really did make me think over some stuff myself. "I won't deny that a lot of my actions resulted in those subconscious feelings from when I was still back in my birth world, but to see someone whom – I don't quite mirror, but still resemble – turned out like that, it just makes me pause and consider my life."
[You are being surprisingly introspective and mature.] I could hear Ddraig sigh. [I remember when you were still a brat running around like nothing could touch you, getting into all kinds of trouble.]
"Well things happen and – "
[Oh wait, that was last week.]
"Yup, there it is." I deadpanned, mentally commanding one of my swords to fly off and impale a grimm that was getting too close. I shook my head at his antics, a small smile on my face. "I also wanted to see the interactions of my Aura when in conflict with another Aura user, so It just comes back to more data I guess."
[This Semblance thing sounds interesting. What do you think yours is?]
"From what I understand, it's suppose to be a unique expression of one's self." I put my hand against my chest, letting my Aura flow out, appreciating the coloring aurora that spread over me. "Honestly, I was wondering if it would awaken my Power of Destruction."
I walked over to a tree, channeling the Aura into my hand and striking it within the force of a normal human. The Aura sort of vibrated, pulsing out and destroying the trunk, the tree falling over with a loud 'crack'.
"Reacts to intent, but hard to control." I muttered, making a mental note as I started to trying and control of my Aura to get a better idea of how to utilize it.
[I remember you mentioning something about that before coming here. You feel anything different with that?]
"Maybe? It's hard to tell because it's not purely something connected with my soul, but with my bloodline as well." I mumbled. "I said before, it was basically a seed deep inside, unable for me to harness in any meaningful capacity." I paused for a moment choosing my words. "Using that same analogy, I think it just now germinated? I feel like I'm just missing something to actualize it, to have it grow into something."
[Some kind of catalyst….and your Aura isn't compatible?]
I scratched my head, letting go of my sword as it drifted towards the others. "Not quite, I think my Aura awakening may have done the equivalent of splashing some water on the seed, but otherwise it's not doing much."
It was frustrating, I could almost feel it, yet it was still slightly out of my reach.
[Maybe you need a good fight, get the blood flowing.] Ddraig replied. [Remember that big sea serpent we saw coming into the city?]
I was about to say something snarky but….. "Honestly, that sounds kind of fun." I wonder if I could get information on any big grimm near here, because fighting someone in the ocean just sounded like a bad idea with regards to logistics.
[I wonder if there are any Dragon Grimm.]
"That's a thought." I agreed. "We've seen a few now with some pictures in books, they seem to come in all shapes and sizes."
Well, some thoughts for later. "Roman said to head over to the Club before I left last night. Something about gong over the final details before I'm supposed to head over to Mistral."
[I feel like this plan is going to go horribly wrong.]
"Think I should back out?"
[I'm actually kind of invested in it now. Way too curious to see how it all plays out, especially since your role is a distraction.]
"First you were against it, now you're all for it." I could only shake my head with a chuckle. "Who needs an angel or a devil on my shoulder when I have you whispering in my ear."
[I'm not your babysitter, I'm here for the ride. Crashing and burning is still fun on the way down.]
"Your confidence in me is astounding." I said dryly. "Well, Roman said his partner should be around this time, guess I'll go meet her then and get a better idea of his so called 'job'."
***
Noncanon Omake – A secret technique. (Fate /Grand Order -- Temple of Solomon)
My swords flew all around, only to be knocked away with relative ease. The armor around my body receding, returning to the normal form of the Gauntlet, the boosted gear.
I was breathing heavily at this point, the dozens of boosts I used wearing off all at once and blood was already flowing down my lips. I looked to the side, my companions weren't faring much better.
"Don't suppose you got any command seals left?" I asked. Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at me with sadness. "What about you, miss eggplant?"
Mashu turned her head, a melancholic smile on her face as she shook her head. She wasn't in much better shape than I was.
"Chaldeans." The voice of our opponent boomed over this realm that existed outside of time and space. This workshop owned by the King of Magecraft, Solomon. "This is the end, this is where you ideals and your fate has brought you. You have fought against the inevitable, it is time to end this farce."
The 72 demon pillars of Solomon, the Human Order Correction Ritual left behind by the King of Magecraft who turned into one of humanities evils.
A beast.
Ars Goetia.
The demon held out his arms, the orbs – the eyes all over his body turned to face us as they discharged magical energy in the form of lasers.
I stood up, grabbing Ascalon.
"Foolish." Goetia sneered. "Do you think I have forgotten about your little tricks, Magician?" They arced around me, aiming right for Ritsuka.
Mashu jumped in the way with her shield, clashing against her noble phantasm, but not all decided to initiate a war of attrition with he young shielder.
"My banner, Protect my brethren." A familiar blond head of hair stepped forward, armor almost in smithereens and body barely standing. "Luminosite Eternelle!" Jeanne D Arc slammed her war banner on the ground, a shining golden banner enveloped all of us, blocking the attack.
"Jeanne!" Ritsuka called out as the heroic spirits' footing began to wane.
"Absurd." Goetia bellowed. "A heroic spirit who can barely stand wished to stand against me?" As the words left him, the pressure intensified, shattering the protections, blowing away the saintess. "Join the remainder of humanities final protectors." He declared, sweeping his arms at the bodies of heroic spirits littering the area. Some dead, some unconscious or simply unable to move, their spiritual bodies unable to cope with the damage sustained.
I reached out towards the last master of Chaldea with a grabbing motion, ripping and tearing the space around him. The attacks moved around him in a manner that was impossible. Zig Zagging, moving back and forth at different points in time and simple appearing on the wrong side of the battlefield.
Blood flowed out of my throat as I fell to the ground.
"Will!" Ritsuka ran to me, catching me from falling down.
"Once again, you are a thorn in my side – 'Devil'." His eyes focusing on me.
I stood up laughing, eyes all drawn on me. "It seems I must use my final technique." I shakily stood straight.
The beast scoffed. "You have no hope, no chance for victory. You act as these – humans, foolish perseverance."
I glanced to the side, Jeanne wobbled over, using her banner as a crutch, Mashu quick to support her.
"If you got something, now's the time, Wilhelm." The voice of Da Vinci from chaldea sounded through the mystic code Ritsuka wore.
"Fine. Bring about your last shred of hope, I shall crush it all the same." He held his arms out, welcoming me to make a move.
"Fine, you asked for this." With the last of my strength, I opened a portal, a connection between two vastly different dimensions.
"I'm detecting some strange readings, what did you do!?" Da Vinci seemed erratic as a strange feeling began to fill the area.
Goetia, for the first time, seemed….hesitant.
I turned and looked at the portal. "Meridia, help, I'm being bullied." I called out.
A strange silence now filled the whole realm.
"…what?" Ritsuka voiced out.
Seemingly answering his question, the whole place SHOOK.
A woman walked out of the iridescent portal, blond hair and a blue robe that hug her body in all the right places.
A pair of legs I would always recognize.
Her very presence demanded attention, and her gaze turned right to me.
"Wilhelm." Her voice icy. "It is our anniversity, you were supposed to be home hours ago." She hissed before finally realizing the state I was in. "What happened?" A softness now filled her tone.
"I wanted to be home, but." I held my hand out, pointing towards Goeita. "He did it!"
Her head snapped towards the Demon God, who was showing a look of fear for the first time.
***
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