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"<span class="mu-i">Submit~!</span>"
The demon's voice rings out like a clock tower's bell, echoing across the bounded space with the finality of death. The black flames wafting off Tiff's body snuff out like a candle, her iron stance falling limp. Where Daphne and Amalia turned into obedient and submissive dogs lapping at the demon's heels, Tiff crumples like a puppet as the demon's black <span class="mu-i">leben</span> burns away her will. Her hand falls from the hole in the demon's chest, which stitches itself back together with a steaming hiss.
"That <span class="mu-i">hurt</span>, you stupid bitch!" the demon shouts. Standing over the fallen form of Tiff, she pulls her leg back and kicks her in the ribs... over, and over, and over again. Stomping, kicking, shattering her glasses and kicking her down the road. "Where the hell does some useless mortie <span class="mu-i">cow</span> like you get off driving you hand through my chest, huh? That would have killed me if I hadn't pulled you into my domain! Morties don't have the right to kill demons, you're all livestock! Know your fucking <span class="mu-i">place</span>, you cow!"
It hurts you to see Tiff getting beaten like this, unable to fight back. But the demon seems to have forgotten about you, all of her focus has turned to treating Tiff's body as her punching bag. Leaving you to carefully unravel the weave of refractions that makes up her... she called this thing, this bounded space, her <span class="mu-s">Domain</span>. Which means that unraveling it <span class="mu-i">has</span> to weaken her, somehow, right?
The demon breathes heavily, her face flushing with excitement. "Hah... hah... this is unfair, you're <span class="mu-i">far</span> too much fun to torment. I'm gonna keep you nice and close, and make good use of you! In fact~"
You turn your eyes away from whatever the demon is about to do as she squats over Tiff's face and pulls off her pants. Slinking into the shadow of an alleyway, you make yourself as inconspicuous as possible. Poking and prodding at the refractions that make up the texture she laid over the world, bounding the universe to something artificial and finite. Pulling at the loose threads like a poorly knit scarf, following the pattern of inversion that you came across and <span class="mu-i">unraveling</span> it.
It takes time. Time enough that you hear wet splashing sounds from the main road, where the demon has your friends. Wet sounds and happy moans from Daphne and Amalia that you try to ignore, while Tiff's voice remains almost deathly silent.
But then you have it.
The domain collapse. Night returns to noon, and the blood moon is no more.
"What the FUCK?" the demon shouts. "Who- <span class="mu-i">gods dammit</span>, there was a fourth. I got too distracted breaking in my new toilet... <span class="mu-i">where the fuck are you, blondie~?</span> If you cooperate, I'll make sure your corruption is nice and painless~!"
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Run away
>Fire off dancing lights to call the guard
>Call for Mikhail to save you
>Try to create your own domain
>Attempt to Purify the Demon now that she's out of her domain
>Something else?
