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“I know you weren’t responsible for that, so can we PLEASE talk this out…?” Everyone is exhausted, a moment to talk won’t hurt. You know it.
“Our differences are irreconcilable, you pheasant.” The brainwashed girl sneers. You have no idea what differences she’s talking about since you haven’t TALKED ABOUT ANYTHING.
“Look, if a flying referee finds you like this, they will take you away. Give up control of this poor girl’s body before it’s too late.” You try to sound reasonable.
“<span class="mu-s">I’m not poor!</span>” The unfiltered voice of the girl shouts. The demon regains control of her body and covers her mouth. “…That was merely a hiccup.”
“Right… Point still stands.” You scratch the back of your head. “They could be surveying the area right now.”
“Like over there? A great amount of energy is being channeled.” The demon points at the homeless shelter engulfed in a Crimzone with little critters flying around. They look like Giorsal’s little bird referees.
“Huh, I guess. The red thing is related. But those special birds are what I’m talking about.” You can’t say for certain from where you are. You wonder what’s happening over there.
“What are <span class="mu-i">those</span> exactly?” Dumpster Legs lowers her guard just a tiny bit. She’s willing to talk.
“They’re satellites controlled by the judges to make sure the war doesn’t get out of control.” You’re a little too tired to explain it properly. “They make sure entities can’t control their hosts.”
“War? We finished the war.” Trash girl is on the fence again. “Or is it a new one? You humans are too combative.”
“It’s from your world to decide who rules it.” You say. “If one of those birds spot you, they will drag your butt back to your dimension.”
“For the Almighty’s Crown?” Dumpster Legs doesn’t want to hear it.
“The one and only.” You nod, and think it’s funny that Amelia and the girls have said crown in their possession.
“It cannot be… <span class="mu-i">It’s been that long</span>…?” Dumpster Legs looks disheartened. “My vengeance is not pressing for time anymore, I’m far too late, but it will manifest… <span class="mu-i">someday</span>… <span class="mu-s">I’ll tear their legacies, their descendants will suffer, and I’ll scrape their faces from time itself</span>.” The brewing hatred in her heart will fester, it’s the only thing it knows. “I will not relinquish this body, but you’ll get your wish… <span class="mu-i">I’ll be judging you, human.</span>” She actually has some appreciation for what you did. Imagine someone befriending a vengeful spirit faster than Suan De, couldn’t be you…
The Dumpster Devil stops controlling the poor girl. A flame appears by her collarbone like a bow tie. You thought she was going to lose her footing and dramatically go to the ground unconscious, but in actuality, she blinks to normality.
