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"Mister Akuma, I'm here!" A young sounding woman called out as she ran; slalom through the ill trees that littered her way. She bounded into a clearing, sprightly and swift, making her way over to a cliffs edge, where a demon had fallen. "I'm here, Mister Akuma, I-... Oh..."
She gave a curious glance or two at the unrecognizable demon that lay dead, or at least not very alive, upon the grizzled turf. It had been burned badly here and there and looked to have bled more than half of it's own blood onto the soil.
"Ah. Well. Ahem."
Damn, impressing demons is hard when they're able to kill anything that comes their way anyway. Well, I can just keep calling Akuma 'Mister Akuma' and hope for the best, I guess. It's not like he had any trouble with this guy...
Celerity, presumably a knight to the demon princes and so under no will of her own, re-sheathed her Scimitars upon her back hip at their respective sides. She was a bit lost for what to do now. She gave the corpse a light tap with her foot. The temptation to just give it a good boot off the cliff's edge for laughs stemmed from her years of unremarked and unrewarded service. She was going about two hundred years now- she had lost count, but it felt about that long since she had last seen her home of Midgard.
That reminded her:
She still hadn't found the demon that took her older brother away. Every so often, in brief lapses of cynical reminisce, she would regret her choice of jumping into that gateway after the demon to try and save her brother. She still cared, but the chances of finding her brother or the demon that stole him away, were slim.
Her gaze momentarily skyward in thought, Celerity looked back down at the demon, "Sucks to be you, man." and sprinted away towards the castle.
She gave a curious glance or two at the unrecognizable demon that lay dead, or at least not very alive, upon the grizzled turf. It had been burned badly here and there and looked to have bled more than half of it's own blood onto the soil.
"Ah. Well. Ahem."
Damn, impressing demons is hard when they're able to kill anything that comes their way anyway. Well, I can just keep calling Akuma 'Mister Akuma' and hope for the best, I guess. It's not like he had any trouble with this guy...
Celerity, presumably a knight to the demon princes and so under no will of her own, re-sheathed her Scimitars upon her back hip at their respective sides. She was a bit lost for what to do now. She gave the corpse a light tap with her foot. The temptation to just give it a good boot off the cliff's edge for laughs stemmed from her years of unremarked and unrewarded service. She was going about two hundred years now- she had lost count, but it felt about that long since she had last seen her home of Midgard.
That reminded her:
She still hadn't found the demon that took her older brother away. Every so often, in brief lapses of cynical reminisce, she would regret her choice of jumping into that gateway after the demon to try and save her brother. She still cared, but the chances of finding her brother or the demon that stole him away, were slim.
Her gaze momentarily skyward in thought, Celerity looked back down at the demon, "Sucks to be you, man." and sprinted away towards the castle.