Author's note: - This is loosely based off of the song Kotonoha Karma (Words Karma) from the Kotonoha Project. The song series is great and I highly recommend it. I also suggest reading this on a device which supports both Zalgo for the best possible experience.
- A quick clarification: Everything written like {this} is actually the censored version of a swear word since this was originally for my class's writing blog, CNNUtters, and it doesn't allow swearing. It was actually fun as {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium} to do these censors.
- Anyway, with that out the way, let us begin this Masquerade. (After a semester, I can say that I had made some questionable decisions. Like, really questionable. But I'm too lazy to rewrite those part and all I did was copy-paste the whole thing to Wattpad so yay me.)

Strelitzia Rexa could not help but dislike Daemos Nex. When he transferred to her class a couple weeks ago, she thought the blond seemed like a good enough guy, albeit a bit reserved. That opinion quickly changed over the course of the week as he seemed to not care about any rules! Sure, he dresses appropriately, but that's about it. Coming to class late, sleeping in class, not doing his homework... and that's not even mentioning the arrange of dangerous, borderline illegal things he brought to school! That guy doesn't seem take anyone seriously! And as member of the student council, she could not bring herself to like that rule-breaker!

In addition, out of all the clubs available in this school, he decided to join the Occult Club, the most useless club in the school in her opinion. Whereas all other clubs focus on improving oneself or researching something meaningful, like science for example, but the Occult Club? All the club does is researching non-existent things like ghost and demons. Rexa honestly does not understand why the school approve of such a thing! However, she could somewhat understand why he would join that club. He does seem creepier the longer you are exposed to him. It's almost as if there was some sort of horrendous monster hidden beneath the skin of the blond transferred student with mismatched eyes (one viridian green like the forest, the other deep blue like the ocean). He is also always, always carrying around that eerie stitched up rabbit plushie whose button eyes seemed to pierce through your very soul. She tried to tell him off about it but, as he has brought up, it isn't against the rules even though she thinks it definitely should.

All in all, Strelitzia does not like Daemos. At all.

...

How annoying, Daemos thought. That stupid student council member was berating him again for bringing Kuraku to school. Who the hell cares? The school doesn't have any rules against it.

"Are you done yet?" He asked her with a deadpan. She stopped, looking incredulous as if this was the first time she was interrupted mid rant. It actually probably was. "If you excuse me, I have a class to attend. I thought you cared about rules and what-not. If you don't stop, I'm gonna be late."

After a couple of seconds in silence, Rexa gritted out: "Fine. Go." Nex, not wasting any second, immediately walked away.

Rexa could not help but feel her anger boiling up. While she knew he wasn't wrong, she knew that he didn't care. He never cared for the rules, it was just an excuse to slip away. She knew it, he knew it, but if she continued with the scolding, he would use it as an excuse to humiliate her! After all, "he was late because of her". And he did all of this with that infuriating deadpan of his, and with that plushie, Kuraku if she remembers correctly from the times she heard him talking to it, creepily staring at her.

...

Rexa walked through the hallway, patrolling. School had already ended for the day but the clubs were now active. Once she's done with this patrol, she still has to go back to the Martial Arts club. She is a member of the Lance Team after all.

...

An ominous chanting could be heard. Lingering in the air, there was also the smell of blood and that of something burning.

"What do you think you are doing!?" Rexa yelled as she slammed open the Occult Club's clubroom, the source of the smell and chanting. In the middle of the dimly lit room, there was an intricate summoning circle of some sort, surrounded by candles. And in the middle of the circle was a rabbit. Snowy white, fluffy and completely dead. The club leader, Azazel Black, was holding a bloody knife in his hand.

"Is that one of the school's rabbit!?" Rexa yelled.

"Of course not", Azazel said. "We're not stupid. The school would kill us if we did. This one is mine."

"Still, killing animals!? You guys have gone too far!" Rexa exclaimed.

"Not really", a voice interjected. And of course is that irritating Daemos with his signature deadpan. "The Science Club also kill rats and frogs for their experiments. Why is this any different? Besides, this is his rabbit, he can do whatever he wants with it. It's not like it affects the school or anything."

"Thank you, Nex", said Azazel.

"But that is wrong!" Rexa exclaimed.

"Says who? You? Who do you think you are to decide what's right and wrong?" Nex retorted, his signature poker face still in place. "Please, leave. You don't like us, and we don't like you. Why would you waste your time here? It's not like we affect you or the school in any bad way. And it's not like you gain anything by staying here. Just leave."

"Maybe I will!" Rexa angrily stormed out of the room. "But mark my words: I will get this club shut down!"

"Finally, that {Boron Iodine Technetium Hydrogen} is gone", Azazel sighed. "Alright", he clapped. "Let's get back to work, everyone."

And so, the members of the club collected their stuff and got back to summoning demons, not one noticing Kuraku's lingering gaze on the furious redhead council member.

...

Daemos really hated that meddlesome golden-eyed Student Council member, Strelitzia Rexa. And from what he heard, he isn't the only one. Always butting her nose into other people's business, always a sucker for rules. Sure, strictly following the rules is good but taking things too far and it becomes bad. The most famous incident is the time she punished enough student to fill two entire classes due to them being late. The problem with that incident is that the school bus was late on that day, which made almost everyone late. The punished students simply was those unfortunate ones who did not manage to enter the school before the bell.

And that is only one of the many times people were badly affected due to her following the rules too strictly.

She is like a 「tyrant」, ruling over the school with an iron fist. In fact, the student body had had numerous endeavors to overthrow her yet somehow, like the tyrant that she is, Strelitzia Rexa managed to quash every single one of those pitiful attempts.

This girl had an ugly heart. So much so that maybe a demon will spawn out of it.

...

͖͔̱͍̘̻͔̑̉̎̃̈́̆̓̃̎͜ ̢̦̗̺̬̭̤͒ͫ͌̚͢ͅ ̶̺̼̠͚̆͆̈́͘Į̮̻̼̗̮͖̗͐̔͆̆ͣ ̸̸̤̯͕̝ͯ͌ͮ͡w͚̠͉̟͋͗ͬͣo̴ͫ̅ͩ̓͋҉̯̪ń̬̰͚̤ͤ͊ͥ̔̔͋͞d̼͉̞̞͓͙̰̾̑̅̈́͛͆ȩ̴̳̠̼̪̗̩́̿r̸̙͎̫̼̯̠ͭͧͤ͗ͩ̐͞ ̥͙ͪͣͯ͝h̨̧͔̣̲̮̩͕̭ͥ͛̑ͤͤͅo͍̬͔̾̐͆w͍̺̞̮̭͒ͩ̈́ͯ ͈̮̝͋̾̑͒̏̍ͪͤh̴͖̣ͦ̉̌ͥ̉̚͜͞ęͣ͊͏̘ͅr̴͈̩̤̯ͩͮͧͮͥ̽ͮ͒͑ ̨̖̗̱͔̬̘ͫ̇͒̄̎͑ͯ̊͜h̨̡̬̹̳̥̊͒e͓̜̱͈͇͂ͬ́̊́ͤͅā̲̻͔̮̖̑̔ͯ̑̃ͣ͝rͤ͂͗̾͋̂ͨ͏͠͏͇̣̯̮̬t͔̺̖͖͓̂ͤ͋̽ͭ̂̓̍ͅs̼̼̘͈̥͍͆͑̌̈́͟ͅ ̠͓̈́̀̏̐̔̇ḽ̡̞̠̋͝ǫ̬̻͖͖̬͍͚̋̉̍͢o̴̷̞̳̠͖̻̓͗͛̓͌͘k̶͍̰̖̰̣̖̮ͬ͒ͭ̚͠ ̹̼̺̙͓̬̈́͆͆̄̑͟͝b̵̨̗͕̼̎́̀ͥ̂̐e̶̴͎͔̘ͣ́ͥ̿ͯh͆̍̾͏̧̲͔̜̮͔̯͈i̐ͫ̿ͯ҉̺̝̞̳͞n̯̠͓̝͆ͯ͜͟d̸͕̥͕͔͈̟͈ͤ̀̀ͅ ̷͚̖̗̭ͬ̋̅̕͠t̛̥̻̥̥̯̟͇̏̔̓̏͂̚h̵̡͎̤͔̬̫̰̭͚̾̽́ͣȃ̰̪̦̪̘̬ͯͩ̓̀t̩̘͒ ͙̟͑̔̀͌̇̑̒͠u͎͚̝̥͈̝͍̣̥ͬg̪̣̝̹̃ͬ͑̃̑̽̆̍̈l̬͇̣͖̜̼̈́ͦͥ͜͢y͍̒ͧͣͧ̈̂̔ͅ ̰̱̭̯̖͕̫͊̈͌̃͐̀̕e̅ͬ͗̆̿̃̓҉̺̠̗̯̺x̡̡̱̞͕̹̝̳̦̽̓̍̀͐́t̝̰̰̤̯̋̈́̊̀ȩ̿͏͏͙̩̳͔ŗ̫̻̰̠͇̦̮͇ͣ̃͟͠i̱͖̺̼͕̱̗̞͓͑̾ͭ̃̒͟o͉͙̦̳̗͖ͧ͡ř̾̆ͨ̚͏̼̠͚̹͞...̗̥̥̽͆ ͕̜̑́͡ͅA̵̭͖͉͗͌̑̇̏͊̚͝n̶͕̹͙̟ͯ̃̓ͭ͝d̟̗͎̱ͫ̽̇̔ͭ́̃̒ ͓̞̘̗̫̀ͅI̩̹͎͈̻̻̋͑͂̈́̎͐̄͝ ̴͓̭͈ͥͫ͗ͣ̀w̳̥̭̜̘͍̃̒̆͛ͮ̚ǫ̛͉̙̠͙̻͙̓̓̾̓̈n̨̺̬̾̓̚ḑ̤̪͕̹̟̝̩̑͆ͣ͟ḛ̷̩̪̖ͥ̿̏̚r̷̨̲̜̠͓̪̲͓̅̒͋̂ ̫̗͕̳̳ͩͤ̋͒̉̊ͮͫą̵̷͎̜̮̖̺̰̯͊̐̏ͣͅs̛̼̱͙͔̫͉̣͍ͭ͂̽̋ͬ̄̽͘ͅ ̡̮̯͕̎ͬ͒͂I̴̤̫̱̳̥̰̫̭̙͛̈̽ͦ̔̕ ̂́̀ͣͫ̐͑҉̱̖͍͘͝w͇̥̰͕̐̚ą̜̜ͣ̌ͣ͂̎͘n̺̼̖̠͑̓̏ͬ̈͐ͣ͊́d̶͎̖̐ͬ̓͌ͮͭͬͩ͛ě̈́͢͏̼̼͇̗r͍͉͒ͤ̓̓ͥ͞...̧̢̣͎̏͒̓̎̍̾̃̋ ͪ̑ͣ̑͆͋̎҉̷̯̦͇

...

Rexa knew that not everyone likes her. And she was OK with it. After all, she was in a position of power. There will be those who are jealous of her and there will be those who hate her because she is the one who punished them for breaking the rules and doing bad things. She needed to be strict, to be harsh, if order is to be kept.

"Why don't we invite Rexa?" She overheard a girl in her class.

"No way!" Another girl said. "Last time we invited her to karaoke, she refused and then proceeded to lecture us!"

"Yeah!" And another one. "I bet the word "fun" doesn't exist in her dictionary. She's even a ginger. She will probably suck your soul out or something."

"Don't say that. It's stereotyping", the second girl said. "Even if gingers suck your soul, most of them are still way better than her." The girls broke into giggles.

"Come on, let's just go", said the third girl. And so, the girls left, laughing and chatting happily.

Yes, Rexa doesn't have friends. She tells herself she doesn't need them. S̶h̶e̶'̶s̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶. She tells herself that everything is OK. I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶. She tells herself that she does not care for such useless things. S̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶. All she needs is to work hard and to follow the rules, for they are made to keep us safe and happy. Everything is fine. D̶o̶e̶s̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶.

...

"Stop right there!" Someone said.

Ah... That brat is here again, Daemon thought. When he looks towards the source of the voice, his suspicions are confirmed. Yep. It's that annoying Council member again.

"What do you want this time, Rexa?" An exhausted Azazel asked. The club was out in the school yard with their ghost hunting equipment. They were about to investigate a rumored haunted house and they did not want to deal with her right now.

"I'm afraid your ghost hunting nonsense stops right here." Rexa says, holding a sheet of paper in one hand, her lance in the other. "The Occult Club has officially been shut down!"

"WHAT!?" The entire Occult Club exclaimed.

"Let me see that!" Azazel said as he snatched the paper from Rexa's hand. The club members immediately surrounded him, trying to read the paper as well. Sure enough, it is a notice from the school with the order of disbanding the Occult Club.

"Y-You can't do this!" Azazel yelled in rage.

"I can and I did", smugly said the Student Council member. "This useless club is no more!"

"USELESS!?" Lilith Natch, the normally quiet Vice-President of the (former) Occult Club exclaimed. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO DECIDE OUR WORTH!? YOU ARE JUST A 「TYRANT」WHO THINKS SHE OWNS THE SCHOOL, WHICH YOU DON'T! IT DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE USELESS JUST BECAUSE YOU NARROW-MINDED {BORON IODINE TECHNETIUM HYDROGEN} DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT WE DO! YOU DON'T CONTROL US, CONTROL FREAK! WE WILL NOT STAY BACK AND LET YOU GET AWAY YOUR STUPID RULES!"

Quickly recovering from the shock of seeing their normally timid Vice-President yelling at the top of her lungs, the rest of the members ganged up on the Council member, yelling at her.

"Shut up! This is for your own good!" Rexa retorted. "Rules are made to keep people safe and happy. Don't you say such things!"

"Who do you think you are to decide what's good for us!?" Azazel retorted back. "And newsflash, Rexa, some rules are stupid and they are meant to be broken."

The (former) club members continued to shout at the golden-eyed girl while she stood there, covering her ears. No one seemed to notice the sky flickering between a dreamy pinkish purple and the everlasting blue it usually is. Nobody except...

...

"Get away from her!" Daemos shouted. "NOW!"

It is another shock for the (former) Occult Club to see Daemos like this. The normally stone-faced Nex is not only shouting but his eyes are also blown wide with fear, his face contorted in worry. And if something could make the Occult Club's Ice Prince this afraid, it must be extremely horrific. So, the club wasted no time in getting the {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium} away from the Student Council member as fast as possible. Only then did they notice the flickering sky.

And in a sudden, Strelitzia Rexa as well as Daemos Nex, the one closest to her, the one who didn't run away, disappeared as the sky stopped flickering, returning to the usual blue.

"What in the ever-loving {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium}!?"Azazel swore in confusion.

...

All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed...

...

Yep, I was right, Daemos thought bitterly as he stood in front of Rexa and a demon under the lilac sky. Her ugly heart did spawn a demon.

The demon was floating behind her, its arms wrapping around the girl but never touching her. Its head is nothing but a giant floating eye with a black military hat on top. Its body, smooth, thin, with a metallic glint and three chains coming out the bottom. A black cloak covered its ivory body. The monster's giant purple arms are detached from the main body yet still floating really close to it. Silently, Daemos wonders how far from the torso those arms can travel.

A giant Kusari Fundo (a chain with weights at its ends), which was customize to have a weight sharpened like a small lance at one end while the other extreme of the chain is connected to the creature's arm, wrapped around the demon's right arm. On its left arm, there was a red band, like the one Rexa had. However, unlike Rexa's, the monster's band didn't say "Student Council". On that band, as well as its hat, was the swastika.

"Her demon is a Nazi?" Daemos said to himself. "Well, I should have seen that coming considering she was trying to take over the school, acting like she's above everyone and acting like a 「tyrant」. All she's missing is the genocide..."

The demon's chains immediately shot towards Nex, snapping him out of his musing. Luckily, Daemos jumped out of the way just in time, barely dodging them.

"...and I guess that's where this thing comes in!" Daemos said as he circled around the demon, quickly glancing at the crater created by the chains' strike.

Kuraku, who Nex had strapped to his waist since the moment they arrived in this dimension, zipped open his mouth. Letting no moment be wasted, the blond put his hands in the plushie's mouth and pulled out two white shotguns.

"Begone", he said as he unleashed a fury of bullets of light upon the monster.

The chains retracted. Instead of following the armed boy, they are now surrounding the girl and her demon, like an ever-changing 「cage」, deflecting all the bullets. Out of pure luck, one of the bullets managed to get past the flurry of constantly moving chains and hits the monster in its left arm. The demon let out a blood-curling shriek, temporarily putting Daemos to a halt as the boy covered his ears in a pathetic attempt to block out the noise.

As the shrieking stopped, dozens upon dozens of floating eyeball appeared. The summoned eyeballs are huge. Though not as big as the demon's one, they are still bigger than a normal human head. Every single one of them has a hat similar to that of the Nazi demon and a pair of crimson arms. The problem? All the eyeballs have weapons raging from melee weapons, like swords, to ranged weapons, like revolvers, shotguns, SMGs and even rocket launchers.

"{Molybdenum Thorium Erbium Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium Erbium}!" Daemos swears as a wave of armed eyeball monsters descended upon him.

...

Eyes closed, ears covered, the whole world blocked out, Rexa was lost in her own thoughts.

There's nothing to feel bad about, she thought. Rules are made to protect everyone. I did what needed to be done. It's not my fault that they refuses to see it. There's nothing to worry about. Everything is fine...

"JUST BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS FINE, DOESN'T MEAN THAT NOTHING IS WRONG!" A voice yelled, cutting her train of thoughts.

Opening her eyes, the girl saw him, that irritating Nex, fighting a sea of monsters, a shotgun in each hand.

An eyeball monster swooped down with a spear, trying to stab the boy. However, Daemos skillfully dodges, almost as if he has been doing this all his life. The spear gets stuck to the schoolyard. The blond boy wasted no time in putting the gun to the monsters head (?) and blasting it into a million pieces.

"Does this look OK to you!?" He shouts at Rexa as he fends off the oncoming wave of enemies. "Do I look safe and happy to you!?"

A monster holding a bazooka took aim and blasted the boy with mismatched eyes.

"Watch out!" The girl shouted. Having heard her, and maybe the rocket too, Nex jumps out of the way, rolling on the ground. The rocket hits one of the other monsters instead. At least 20 are taken out. The boy, who has already stopped rolling, unleashes a bullet hail at the floating eyes.

"This is your fault you know!?" He continues to yell at her. "You took things too far and this is what happened!"

"But... But..." She stuttered.

"But what!?" Daemos interrupted. "You never intended for this to happen!? Too bad! It did!"

"I... I..." Rexa stammered. Hands covering her head, she seemed to be trying to make herself smaller so as to maybe hide from the world. The demon, towering her, moved his hand and chains closer and closer to the girl, trapping her inside. She looks pathetic. Like a broken [caged bird]. "I didn't... This was not... I... I..."

"Shut up!" Nex broke her out of her stupor. "This is not the time to feel sorry for your {Arsenic Sulfur}! You didn't mean for any of this to happen!? So what!? It is still your fault so fix it! Fight, you {Boron Iodine Technetium Hydrogen}!"

...

"Argh!" Daemos yelped as a lance stabbed him in the side of his abdomen. He had gotten distracted with all the verbally slapping that idiotic redhead in the face. "Do you have its name yet?" He said, glancing down at Kuraku. The plushie remains silent.

"Damn it!"

This is bad... The demon's summoned minions are closing in... He's surrounded...

...

 
"NO!" Rexa screamed as the monsters closed in, stabbing the male student. This was not how things were supposed to go. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. But it did. And he did. This was...
 
No, the Council member told herself. This is not the time for self-pity. She did this and now, she has to fix it.

Tightly gripping her lance in her hand, she turned around and swung it at the towering demon behind.
 
Taken aback by the actions of its previously mostly immobile hostage, it was not fast enough to dodge the attack though it did manage to protect its more vital parts. A deep cut was formed on its right arm. It staggered backwards.
 
Not letting it recover, Rexa closed her distance for another attack. She dealt another blow. Unfortunately, this time, the monster was prepared. A wall of chains was brought up, completely neutralizing the strike.
 
The wall of chains immediately dismembered itself and started attacking the female student. The lance-wielding girl was forced into the defense position and had to back up.
 
The chains were relentless. Like a rhumba of hungry rattlesnakes, they kept on coming, making metallic clattering sounds. And they kept on coming without end, not allowing Rexa to even take a breath.
 
Klink! Klank!
 
The continuous sound of metals clashing into each other, of her lance clashing against the chains and of the chains clanking one another, made up a deafening concert.
 
Fwoosh!
 
The sounds of flames erupted behind her. A shiny obsidian-black chain wrapped around her torso. Before she even had time to react, she was yanked away. Suddenly, she was in the arm of an injured Daemos who was dragging her into the school. In the boys other hand was a giant flaming battle-axe which he was using to support himself. The eyeballs were after them.
 
As soon as they entered the school building, a zip on the ear of Daemos' plushie opened itself. A giant arm made of shadows spewed out, grabbed the lockers and threw them at the door, effectively blocking the monsters out. Strelitzia watched in shock, mouth agape.
 
Daemos wobbled. Realizing that she had a bigger problem at hand, she set the mystery of the plushie and focused on supporting Daemos and bringing him to the infirmary.

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After putting the giant axe, which was somehow still ablaze, aside, the golden-eyed student laid the student with mismatched eyes on the bed next to it. Daemos seemed to be breathing but she wasn't sure for how long. The barely conscious boy had multiple stab wounds and Rexa did not know how to treat all of them.

"Sͥ̆̿ͬ͐̕t̷̫e͑̈͏̰̣̱p̯͓͈̿͒͑̏ ̣͚̙̓͞a̋̔͊ͩ̈̍ͪͅͅs̪̺̯̦̦̒̐̇͑͐ḯ̳͈͉͎̙͍̼ͦ̏d̫̱͔͎̼̦͋͂̑ͣ̀ͫĕ͖̼̳̣̜̞ͦ̈̔̒̑ͨ,̭̭͗͂ͥ́ ̼̺͉ͦ͐̎̑͛̍g̳͇̗͛ỉ͔ͭ̓ͫ͘r̴͎̼̦̾l̰̣̠̰̼̹̤̊ͦ̏͡y̳̞̩̌", a voice resonated from behind her. Turning around, she saw the stuffed rabbit (Kuraku, was it?) standing on its feet. In the shadow arm coming out of its ear was a beautiful golden staff which looked like it came right out of a fantasy story. "M͈͙̪͙̺̣ͯ̔̓̔̓̋͟ͅo͈͔͓̼͇̱ͅv̰̳̤͙͒̔͑̈́̚͜eͮ̎ͮ̄̀̀.͊͒ ̣͔ͮ̓ͅUn̡͚̳͔̞̽͒͑ͦl̖̦̮̽̓̅ẽ̦́̅̚ś͈s͉̤̦̲ͨͣ̓̆̅͗͋ͅ,̜̱̝̰̘̼͓ͯ͆̕ ̩͖͈̹̗̹͖̾ͤͨ̿͛͆ͪo̜̹̟̪͉͙̒f͉̼̰͓̝̜̓̋ͧ͒ͫ ̩͉̣̖̗͓̘͗̂͒̆̍c̨̫̖ͮo̤̪ͩ̽̐ͧ̔̌ͣu̐̇͑́̒ͨ̕r̛̜̺͌̎s̟̭̝̭͊ͥͨͯe͎̺̠ͥͯ͑̅ͨ̾̏,̹̗̣̰͉ͥ̀ͭ ̸͐ͧỳ̭̘͙̤̝̹o̻͍̥͉̒̿ͅu̠͍̬̪̼̭̍̔̀̌̄͐̅ͅ ͔̠͎͕̇̈́ͩ̂͑ͧ̒͡ͅw͙̓̓̋ͨ͡a̭͓̬̪̽́n͍̣̼̗̤t̨͈̖̞̯̣ͫ̏ͬͮͯ̈́̆ ̣͚͈̞̹̠ͅD̞̻̍̾̑ͥ̏ą͉͙̮́̒̍ͣ̐e̶̽̈́ͯ̔ͅm͓̏o̊̀̊̽̈̎́s͉̹͇̞̭͚̿̒ͭ̈ ̞̮̭̙̩̪̆ͪ͊ͅt̻̖̬̯͇̺̋͗͑͠o͒ ̋̈́̃҉̞d̺̻͉̠̩̈́̐̿̋ǐ̙͉̿͑̂̏ḛ͌̇ͫ̕"

She didn't, so she moved out of the way. The stone on the staff glowed, emitting a soft emerald light. Moments later, Daemos glowed the same light. The wounds healed themselves in a matter of seconds. The light slowly faded until it was no more.

"S̹l͓̼̬̫̐͆ͯ̈́e̗̖͍͆͒ͬ͋̀e̩̯̗̞̦̭̩͊͋ͩ͒ͬ̌̚p̱̜͍ͩ̾", the rabbit told the boy. And the boy did. "N̫̯̠͍̻̄̽̓̄͐̆ȏ͆ͦ̊͛҉̘̫͍ẃ̘̱̙̪̱̳̊̅ͤ̿̒̔,̗̯̲̦̼͂ͨ̉͒̐ ̑́̄̚I͚͉̣͉̽̎ͣ̐ͧͩ̎́ ̵̬͈͙g̗͍̫̈u̝̣̝̦̩̇ͣ͞ͅe͉̬̱̦͕̣ͪ͟s͍͓͇͍̳̤̪̓ś̮̈́͡ ̧̯̜͚sͤͦ҉̤͓̞͈͉o̺̦͈̗̔̊͆̐̎͠m̺̖͔̦̥̰̲ͩ̂̈͛͗̂e͈̎ͦͪ ̜̮͙̠̫̪͒ͫe̦͕ͨ̓͗̓̀x̺̪͕ͯ̈ͤ͑̾̑̍p̽͆͂͋̾͡l̾̂ͧ҉a̝͕̣ͅn̶̩͓͎͆̍ȧ̘͓̱̮̗ͩ̑ͣ̀t̓͋͌̔͏̜͓iͮ҉͍̭̥̪̼̮̬ơ̻̼̤ͧn͖̳̯̰͚͉̬͌ͫ͞s̭̹͔̝ ̸͓̟͎͙̤̂ͨ͛͐̿a̪̱͍̾̈̈̅r̭̰͉̼̺͉ͯ̓̉ͫ͐̚e͕̝͚̯͈̩͓ͨͧ̈̍͂͛ͨ ̰͔̬͇̥̱̉̉̀i̺̝͕̥̠̘̽ͭͅṋ͉̱͐ ̸̤̥͍̦͈̻̏ő̝͉͎̈́̆̚r͉̲̓̂̓̄̉d͎̝̓̑̾̿̿̈́͌e̮̽̉͘ͅṟ͓̼͍͓̐̒͑ͫͮͤ͛͡,̵ ̓̋͢n͔͋̿̏o̴͕̰̙͊̉̑̇ͤ?̴̮̣̳͎̭̖̒ͫ̃ͮ͆ͅ" He turned to Rexa. "Ã͍̥̖͈͛s̉̒ͦ̊k̷̯̳͚̮͈͗͗̄̑͌ ̰̻̯̎́ͩ̄͒̿ͬa̦̦̩̪w̬͉̹͖̟͑ͫͧͤͫ͟aͥ̍ͦ̓ͬ́ẏ̻ͮ͗̋̅̀,̖̩̪̾ͪ̃͗ͤ͆ͪ ̝̦̆͛̇̔͋̚͝g̥̰̼̼͎̳̱̎̐ͨ͂ĭ̵̝͇̦̟̱̋r͝l̮̝̬̺̫̙̒ý̮͓͎̾ͦ͛ͪͩ.͉͍͓̀̑̒̈̍͐̏"

"What the {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium} is that thing?" Rexa asked. "What the {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium} are you? What the {Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium} is going on!?"

"W̴̱̰̟̪͇͙̦e̘̩̬̬̗ͨ̽ͮl̥̎̑̍̈̎l͉̪ͬ͆̄̉ͮͫͯ͢,͗̌̅͌̈́̍̚͞ ̛̣̤͖̩͎̤̏̎t͚̉ͫͫ̋̇̋̈̕h̩̳̩̗̰͎̃̊́̈̐a̮̋̌ͧt̡̙̭̀͂̀'ͩͤ̃ͤͧ̚s̭͓̙ͥ́̓̐̂̒ ̢̈̋̆͛e̢̪̝̬̻̝̠̘̓͆̾̓ͩ̅a̶͎͙̺̗̺̩s̲͍̪̞̋ͪ͆ͦͫͭ͡ͅȳ̧͍̝̭̇", Kuraku said. "F͈͓̙̭̏i̩̞̣̺̖̩ͪͤ̋̈́͛ͯ͒r̨̺̗̰ͬ̇ŝ̫̐̎̀̚t̫̱̹̯̯̳̜ ̴̺̪̠͎̻̘̭o̧̜̩̰̪͙̎̈́ͤ́̃ͣ̎f̥̮̗̅͗͋͑ͬͅf̠̞̯̲̻ͤ͗ͪͩͤ̔̚,̷̟̟͔̲̒̓͗͆ ͎̤̲̪̹̂͢ ẗ̞̗̮̥͈̩́̇́̀h̙̬̆̈́́̋a̪̯͙͍̻ͥ̈̄͑ͮt̠̭̫͍̖̟͗̅ͨ̎́̑̊̕ ̱͇̖͆̑̃͑ͤ͠t̟͉͓̠̬ͨ͗͝h͟i̙̻͆̈́̊n̷̞͇g͍͚̜͔ͭͪ͂͐̂̚ ̲̉ͧ́̄ö̲̰̲̘̭͔́ͧ̍ͪ͆͋ǔ̞̰̮̜͍̓͟t̡̗̳͔ͮͯ̋̅̋ͤ̚ ̛̤̜͚̖ͬ͋ͮ t͍͉̳̩̻̯̞̆̔̊ͪh͕̣͉͢e̓̒͂ͦ̏̀̑r͕͔̠̭̱ͤ̔͐̔̔͋̚ȅ̛̻̯͛̎͑͗ͣͮ ̸ͬi̟͔̬̝̬̱̪̓͒̍s̭̲̬̪̳͖̊́ ͈̦̞̝̯͈̣̈̓̿a̹̖̦͔ ͈͍̙̦͍ͧ̅ͣ̿ḋ̢̮̱̞̫̱̘̗͆ͮe͓͍̣̼̾͗ͦͮ͆͝m̙͎̹̌͌͆͊̿̔o̧̗̩͍͋̏n͍̥͙͑ͧ͊,̶̟̘̘̪̹̃ͩ̅̈́ ̌ͤ͛ͫ͊͗̈ y͔̞ͣ̈́̐͆͗ọ̗ͦ͂̈́ͭ̐̓̉͜ụ̼ͩ͒r̙̥͓̘̳ͭ͐́͌͊ ̴͖̖̇ͯͦ̓ͯ̋̀d̬̯͗ͭͯ̓e͇̜͛̆̿ͣ̈ͧ́m̴ͬ͐̿̈͊ͅö̶̹͚̤́̇̏ͧ̎n̸̖̭̹̣̯̱̾͒ͭ ̰̻̱͕̅ͣ̈̓̐͌t̴̥͔̭̠͔̉̒ͅo͚̼͂ͣ̄ ͣͬ͛̊b̟̖ͯ̚e͙͉̞̺̯̱ͬ͊́̔̚ͅ ̟̤e̳̠̦̤͕͌̾ͅx̻̰̖̤̰ͥ͂̊ͩͅḁ̤̥ͪ͐č͎̠̠̤̦̘t̞̪̠̱͈̅̾̒.̮̦͕̭͓̼͖"

"What!?" The girl exclaimed.

"S̸͈̖̫̐h̜͖͍ͪ̄͛͛̅͑ͧu̜͓͔̲̔͒̈̀s̯͍̮͇̰͔͔̏ḥ̦̮̙̞̩̐ͧ̋̍̿̾ͬ,̷ͭ̑ ̢̬̜̳̲̰̜́̀ͧc̛̟̹͇̞͔̰̔͊h̦͕̮̥́̃i̮̠͉̪̻͊ͭͥ̌ͨͫ͒͝l͇͙̫̙̏d̖ͯ̔̏", Kuraku said as his shadow hand covered Strelitzia's mouth. "I̭̲̰̯̟̻̍f̟̈́ͫ̈́ͧ̐̇ ̣̲̺̒͋͑y͡ȯ̗̟̫͕̈́͆͗͊͢u̫̘͎ͬ̐͆ͪ́ ̵̙ͪͥ̅̋̈w̴̔̃̀͊ȧ͕̩͇̺̣̈́͐̃̎̽ͨn̼̗̭̯̏̿̏̔t̨̖̻̥̓͛̾̃̇̽ ̴̮̞̗̫̲̣̯ͤ͑͋̔ͭͪ́ṫ͌͊̚͏̯ơ̼̦̭̲̲̪̞͂̏̃ͪ̐̽ ̵̺̰̹͗̐̾̓̉ḳ͗͋̊ͬ̅̈n̨̙̥͖͕̰̲͛͂ͪͥ̃̋o̬̺̬͎̲̅ͩ̉ͨ͑̚ͅw̥̥̑ͩ̈ͭ̂̒ ̘̖̖ͩ̒w̩̞͕̱̼̞͙͋̓̈́̂͑ͯͭ͠h͈̟͖̰̘̗͗̾̓̿͜ȁͦͩ̂ͧ̔͟t̹̺̭̘̬͕͓'̤̹̝̻͖͓̫͋s͖̤̣̝͖̩̿̔ͪ ̮͈͖̲͎͙̂g̉̿͒̉͆͡o͚̘͕̥̻̦̿̽i̲̣̮̻̱̝̜̎͑͛̐̀ń̗͚͍̱̉͊͡g͈̜̬̟̩͉̞ͤ͌̂ ̷͕̯ͦō͍̲̦͛ͧͅṅ̰̹͓͎̯͖͌͊̚̕ͅ,̻̺̗͉̰̲̉̽͆ͪ̉͂͞ ̧͉́̅Î̼͉̺͇̼̑ͨͣ̿ͬͫ ͐s͛̎ͥͤ̀ủ̲̜͕̖̎ͫͤ͛̔͆͞g̤̯̦͢g̡͖̝̥̪̦̮͉͌ẹ̷͉͖̮̖̖͈̏̐ͦ͐͛̀s̰̯̭̺͎͉̉ͭͣ͐̿t̨͓̘̣̼ ͎̭ͣ̽ͧͧ͡y̟̱̱̬͗ọ̖͕̖̩̪ͥͮ̇̾̽͟ͅü҉͇̭͉ ͔͇͍̞̻̺̀̓ͬͮ̏ͨ́s̆͏͉̤̮̳̲h̞͓̟͚ͅu͇͎̦̦͗͑ͬͮ̄̿̔͝t̫̹̙ͤ ̉̈́҉͎͕̩͕͎̞ͅų̱ͫͫ̅p̟̜͒ͫ͝ ̰a͈̹̺̙͒͗ͮ̈̇̿̚ń̡d̯̻͙̘͉͙͛̇̉ͬ̈́͛̚ ̛̝̮͈̝̫̈͑̿̍̚n̯̲o̺̖͈͎̟̦͛̈́̓͡t̼̙͆̓̿ͬ̅̀͞ ̼̜͓i̺̹̯͛ͭ̑͌̚͡n̼̂t͙̹̐̈̆e̙̝͇̝͓̝̟͛̀ͦ̐̄͗ͪr̪͉͓͉̹̗͐̄͟r̸͉̳̖̊ṷ̷̐́p͇ͦ̓͝t̞͔̙͖͇̠̄̆̔̓ͦͬ ̥͚̻̊̔̓̍̂̃m҉̞͈̣e̥̥͗͟.̛̞̝̰́̍ͯ͂" There was a dangerous edge to his voice. "İ̬̺̅̓ͭ ̺̽̾̅̍̐͊d̻̳́̿o̤̦̩̣n͎̘̥̜͈̣̗̎̿̅̑̇̈́'͕̣̣́̍ͫ̀ͅţ̗̊̉̉͗͆ ̈̋̅̏̉l̛͖̊̿̆̐̄͐ǐ̟̯k̏͂͋̎ͮ͟e̱̫̝̝̝͠ ̮̠̿͌͢p̜͚͇̑̌̎̿ę̗̪͎̫̾ͅo͈̻̩͉ͩ̇ͯ̚p̽ͮͫ͡ḷ̷̞̓̂͒̅e͊̀͛͐̎͡ ̘̳̰̉̍ i̳̮̦̎ͬ̓͒́n̝̠͗̐̒t̙̰̩̗ͣͫ̓̔̑̑͞e̝̹̜͖͔ͮ̑̃́ͬ͠r̼̭̳͈̃̊r̴̮̭̫̰̖̓u̳͕̻̓p͈̺͂̉ͮ͒t̷̖͕̓͌̈́ĭ̴͍̲̞̻̇͌͊n̺̬͓ͥ̿ͧ̌ͧg̳̤̗̤̻ͤ͋̽͛ͣ̒ ̫̞̱̣̾͋ͬ̒̀͋m̤̻͖̖͊ͪ̈́̒̄͊̈e̱͜.̍̊"
 
Rexa silently nodded.
 
"G̖ͣ̋̕ȍ̼̤̺̟͂̾ọ̲̒d̯͕͕̞̼", he said. "N̰͍̰̫̺̻̄͒ͫ̽ò́̄w̹͚̬̹̝̙̫ͨ͊͑́̌̄,ͨͮͨ̇ͯͩͥ̀ ̼̝̮̱͆̒͂̃ͨ͘w̟̱̮͓̩̩̥ͦͩh̘̮̠̹̼̘̓͗̆ͨ͗e͚̜̗̪̔ͩ͡r̴̤̭̹̣͉ͤͩͯͯ̎̓e͚͉̻̹̞͑̑͌̏̂̚͜ ̻͇͓̮͉̤̓ͨ̅w̺̱̺͊̑̎͆e͚̹͋ͩ̑͛̆r̨̾ͮ͌ͪ̍̃é̬̗̹̬̥̈̅̆ͩͫ̍͞ ̡̥͙͕͉͒͒̌̈I̺ͭ̓́?̵͈͈̜͕̯.̻͕̙̣̩͌͆̅̐͌͐ͫ.̗̻̬̞̤͔̻̈́ͧ̒͋ͥ.̱̮̞̿̏̽̔ͧ͋ ̙̗͌̓͊̀̏ͧ͟O͍̻̘̣̠ͪ̈́̇̈͂h̞̮̗̥̮̐̍̐̓ͅ ͓͔̲̗͇̮̈ͨ̏͘y̲͚̫̥͍̰̺ͧ́e̸̳̿̋ͯ̉͊͒a̧̞ͦh̭̠̲͇̹͚.̩̝̯̘̅ͣ͌ͧ̿̄ ͉̞͙̟̥̬̩͒́W̑e̬ḷ̜̖̆͆̽͐͌͋̍͢l̵̦̤͔̠,͆ ̖̻̕d͓͇̪͎̖̥ͫ͆ȩ̲̹ͩͪͩͪ̄ͨ͗m̨͙̗ǒ̶̦̫͈̼̃͊̀ň͖ͧ͆̇̎ͣ̌s̱ͣ̓̊͒̔̋̆ ́ͥa̲̞͚̜͔̰͚ͤͩ̏r͍̠e̸͓̤̣͍̜̹ͦ̃̋͐ ̬̪̥̣̝͍ͯͦ͋ͬ̔ b̬͔̺̩̝̓̒̃̓͊͐o̢̲̲ͬͯ̈̀r̘͘n̦̗͓̦̺͞ ͍̭̳͔o̦̯̪̘̖̭̼u̝̭̟̯̟̝ͦ͘ͅt͙̠͡ ̫̠̤͈͍̞ͩͩ͞o̻̭̟̲̠̓͞f͙̯̻̘͑͒̐̄͋̀̚ ̮͎̙̝̗̱ͯͣh̰͎͓̕ü̙̮̹̮̣̈́ͣ͒ͧ͛m̬̚a̰͇̽ͤ́n̩̩̜͓͛ͧ̌ͅs͎͎̙͎͈̍̍̈̊'̼̝͌͆ ̪̗̫̯ͭͬ̀͌͘d͖͇̼̺͈̥̹͐͂̂i̸̟͉̟̘̺s̜̻̬̥̀̾̑ͥͫ̅̆ͅt͐̌ͯ̍o͙̮̹̹̩̖̙ͬ̓r̴ͮͮ̆ṱ̙̜ͥͤ͒̚ē̙̹d͈̘̯̤͓̥̔ ̤̘͓̤̃ͤ̃̇͝wį̬̮̼̿̃̐̒̔̿ͮs̮̰̦̋ͣ͐ͪ̍̚͜h͈̘̩̿ḛ̡̻͖̽ͦͩ̒͆ş̦͔ͧ͂ͮ̒ͣ͗,̢̦̹̬̯ ̢̙͙̻̖̩͓͙d̡͚ͨͩeͩs̶̪ͦ̚į̮͛ͧͬ͒́ͅr̺̯̯ẽ̔ͦ͆ͭ͝s̑̅̋ ̮̩̺͔̾́́́̈́a̛͐ͪ͒̓͌͑͛n̬̣̯̟̻̙͡d̘̲͎̪̼̅ͩͥ͠ ̆͂e̻͍̭̥̦̣̿͆̀m͖͓̥͎̞̊̉̎ͬͅo̷̪̖̮̭͓̼̐ͨ͐ṱ̈́͠ȉ̝̝͈̘̹̱ͦ̓͆ͅõ͕ͦn̵͊ͦͦ́̆̃s̘̱̟̯̏͗ͩ̃̑̏ͩ͞.̜͈̟͔̟̹͂̓̍̓̿͝T̎̏̈́͗ͬ̈́̉hͩ̾̎̿ͬͮe̖̞͓̲ͫ̓ͥ̆̎̚ ͓̳̩̮͎̀ ẅ̠̙̣̙̎̓͊͠i͉͕̩̕s̩ͧ̿̿ͬ̐ͥͮh̪̟̥e̼̬͍̖̗̞͇ͤ͗͊̕s̬͙̤̹ͅ,̷̤̙̬̲̀ ̷̝̪̞̞̠ͣͦͤ̓d̻̗̯̯ͬ̈́̀ͮͪ́̚e͏s̷͛͊i̡͍ͭ̓ͫ̽r̰̩͔͕̪͖͛ͦ̌ͬeͤ̃ͭs̄̔́̀,͕̮̠̮̼̖̋ͪͮ̓ͪ̾̉́ ͉͓ͬͪͅẹ̠̯͇̱̀m̤̫̿ͪ̽ͧ̆o̦̣̮̮̣̤̘̽̕t̹̞͎ͮ̆ͯͫ̑ͅi͓͖͕͇̞̥ͬ̚o̞ͨ͒͡ṋ̘̳̋ͪ͗͛͘s̮̗̍ͬ́̇͐ ̔ͨã̆ͬ̋͒͟n̨̝̩ͩd͔ͦ͝ ̪͚̗͗ͦ̿̋̋w͚͚̾́ͪ͛̈ͪͅh̢͕̲͖̱̘̦̮ͨͯ͗ä͈͓̜͇̑̂ͯt͈͗̃̒̓̉ͅ-͛ͣͥ̇̑n̶ͮ̅ͬ̓̂́́oͫ̀̌̄̔t̓̓̎ͧ̏҉̹̳̜͍̬̫ ̛̰̦̙̔d̗̬̝͇ͤͫͦ̿͐ͣ̍ô̶̭̣̤̯̪̲̐̅̆ͩ̌n̲̩͔̝̼̈ͫ̽ͥ̀̅̚'͂t̵̲̥̽͛͆ͥͯͬͭ ̳̫̻͒̅ͮͪ̑̂n̝͚̯̟͍̥͍ͩͦ̄ͣ̚͢e̦̤̪̻ͤc҉͔̮̠͓͕ͅe̩͈̼͝ś͚̭̫̺̪̫́ͪs̨͚͕̑͒a͇̟̻̹͙̯ͬ̋͞r̻͎͎̜̫͉̬͛ͥ͢í̡͉̣̱͂̑̾l̲̻̠̃̒͑͑̐y̶̖̱̩̞̞̜̹ͭ ̱͓̦͈̎͒̈ͪh̹̟̠̙͖̭̏̄͆̓a̽ͮ̒̃͏͉̼̙v̡̰̝͍͑̾̔e͔ͪ̄̆̓ͯ̌̓ ̤̫̏͊͂t͐ͧͥ̅̓͏̙̦͚̦͈̻ơ̮̺̲͕̾̅̎ͥͪ͛̋ ̥̩b͈̟̦̘̘̲̟͗̒ͫ̚ḛ̲̝̩̙͚̜̂͆ͤͤ̄͒̀͟ ̖̦̖̾o̙̝̣͎ͪͤͨ̏̌ͤr̎̿͋i̞͖ͮ͆̊̾͂g͎̹͕̝̓ͥ͌̌ͣi̤̺̰͉̦̗͛͋ͥ͘n̽͏ä̛ͪ͊͗l͙̺̋͌͐̑ͣͪ͛l̹̥̖̳̤͙̟̏̀y̬̮ ̓́b̢͗̈̊a̡̳ͦ̄ͯd̸͚̹͎̗̘̹̿̄̄́ͧ.͇͍ͫ̚ ̴̣͖͙̋͑ͮ̏͒T̉͐ͤ͛ͩ̔҉͖̦̲̯̹h̥̳̞̯̝̻ͣ́̌̅͗e̲̟ͦͬ̐y̝͈̰͑ͨ ̣̬̀͛̌͛ͪ̐̒c̜̜̮ͬ̐̐͛͑̈ͮͅo͚͎̜̼͊ū̡̱̲͗ͬ̏̐̍ͯl̢̺͙̯̦̰̭͉ͣͨͤͩ̾d͇̮̫̭͚̺͕ͤ̓͆̌̽̇ ̸͋͒̆ͩ̇b̝̼̯͖͇͇̄̏̎̏͗̉e̦͇̘̬̘͓̠ͪ͗͊̐̅̌̑͠ ͔̯̘ͬͨ͐̅̕r̝̺͓͎̟̖͂ͫe̹̙̘̔̃ͥa̵̰̱ͯͦ̆̄l͚͙̳̏̋ͅl͚͙̬̭ͨ̂̒͌́̊y͎̩̖̰ͯ͌̓ͮ̇ ͕̖͎̲͉̞̭ͨĝ̭̊̆̓ͣ͊ͅo̤̪͇̳͂̈́ͧ͆̐ͦo͇̗̦ͧd̶̲̞̲͈̰̥̆͋̏ ̱̻̤͖̬̿͗ͯͭ́͆͌ḇ̧̭̱̘͙̹ͩ̾ͬ̈u̗̟̠͓͂̋̏̎ͧ̇̋͞ť͍̫̜͒̽̎ͪ ͎͍͙̳̝̓ͨͩ͛̈́̅b͓̙̺̣̼̺̠͜e̙̱̦͓̯̦̹ͮ̏̚c̷̼͍̼̪̟̙̥͌̆ͩ̊͆ā̞̼͑́̍̀m͙̘̌ͣ͛ͮ̈̔͢ẽ̸͍̙̟̤͇̲̩ͥ̓̾̐ͧ͊ ̯̦̯̝ͭ̒ͣ̍̉t̛̬̘̼̞ͧw̢̞̳̰̦̺̪̏̽̋ͅḭ̴̯̆̆̉̋s̤͎̹̪͛̆͘t̞̪͇̱̭͕ͮ͂̿̌͢ͅe̛͓̹̤̥̖̥̿̆ͦͯͫ̓ḑͥͬͩͤ͆ ͍̗͙̩̝ḍ̪̘̪̳̬̎͆̊͛ͥ́u̔̀e̓ ͕̙̤͓̣̗̘̆̍̂t̳͐͗̑ͨ͋̚ỏ̻̾̎ ̳̪̗̅́̊b͈̗̳̦̭̼͉͒̿̎̀ḛ̂͊̔̏i̷̯͛̔n̻͓͕̖͍ͮͅͅg̭̩͂ͨ̋ ̩̜̜͈̹̑͟ẗ̙̟̹̮̋a̱̹̳̳̽̈k̜̼͚̲͎̻̜̓͋͋͒ẹ̰̲̯̞͚͎͒ͮͣ̓ͧͮ̂́n̟͕̞̙͎͔ͪ̓ͯͪ̽̅ͭ ̴̖̦̼̬̄̊t̯̅͑̓o̕ ͯ̍ͩ̾̔͏͔͚̪͚̦t̵̉h̢̘͈̭͈͈̖́̍̾̀̇ͪę̰̮̦̲͎ͫͮ̒͑ ̼̉e̘̙̞͙͈̖͙̅̐͊̚x̸ͣͨ̓t͋̽̎̏̍ŕ̺͚̲͡e̱͖̟̼ͭ̓ͮ͐̈͞m̿̈́̀̓̋̎҉͇͙͔e̵̻ͫ̇͗.̙͚͉͝ ͚̤͖̹̘̈́͒̋̄͜L͔͓͉͗̓̑ͣi̯͎͍͉͈͙k̘̚e̗̻̭̦͚͔̥̐ ̖̥̙͔̃̂̊ͥͭ̚ẉ̷̹͓̥̗̤̺̆ͦ̾h̪̪̉̌͒ͭ̿͂͐̀a̘͍͇͈͊ͯ̽̐ͣͨ̚͜t̴͇̙̆̍͊̋ͪ ̻̲͇̻̱̥̲͐̽́h̸͕̫̽̉ͯ̏a̲̹̘ͤͤ̈͒ͭ͑p̥̪̝͙̀̎̐p̝̣͕͕̫ͪͮ̓ͪ͐͞ͅe̗ͪͭͯ͑nͨ̽ͩ̔͒̆e̪̗̱̰̍͒d̜̫̺̩͛́̓ ͖̟̅ͨ̇̾ͮţ̳͇͛̍ͅo̫̟̍ͤ̚ ̪̻ͭ̋̐̂ͥŷ̝͉̙ͤ͊ͨ̓ͯŏ̐͐̍̕u̢̪̾̂̋.̫̓̆ͮ͋"

"A̎ͭ̐s̫̻̙̱ͧͮ̄̽͋ͪ̍ͅ ̝͔̺̙͉̮͂f̞̘̩͉̰͈͂ͫ̎͗ͫõ̴̝̠̗̩̤͕̽̐ͬ̌r̛̼̫̪̼̾ ̥̯̖̥͂͑͡w̹̼̲͔̅̏̾ͮh̘̦ͥͯ̔ͥ͜ö́̒҉̤͍͍̼̱ ̥̥̏͂͌͗ͤ̊̀I̹͇̗̣ͭ̒̐̆̈́ͭ ̛͈͎̜̣̪͕̎̎͆a͛͛ͯḿ̴̬̤̅ͫͮ,̙͙̙͈̣͐͒̌ͦͧ ̛̥̣̪̦̠̣͕w̷͚̥̒̀ͫ̌̽ͧ̽e͚̳̜͔̳͍̱̋̆̑̃̏͊̅ḻ̲̣͎̯̫̃̅̂̐̄ͤl͎͓̻̘̓͑ͣͩ,̽͒͒ ̞̥̜́͘Í͚̘̩͎̞͈̲̀'̲̩̫͚̖̼̻m͕͍͎̟͓̩̼ͯ̔̉̋ͩ̌̚ ̻̜ͮ̇͌K͚͇͈̈́̈́̑ͥͯ̚u̠̼͗͗̇͋̿ͦͬ̕r̠͈͕͉͓̊a̒͊͏̻̪͔̟̱̹k̖͓͍̳̦͌͗̏ͦͭͅü̖͋̐̌͒̓͊͜.͉̺̙͚̯̐̑̎͝ ̲̅͛̄Ä̸͉̭͚͔̫́ͯ͒̈́̽ṋ̗̩̱̑̾ͯ́d͖̏̄͝ ̛̮̿͛͋̈́̊t͙͎̅͐̓͌̚h͓̖͈͍͕͛̋̿ͭ̒ͅaͬ͊ͪ͂̽ͥ̒͏̹̞̦̪̭t̶͙̝ͮͯͨͥͭ̌'̨͕̘̍̃ͨs ̳̻̗̭ͬ͂̓͘á͓̙͍͇ͅl̛̔͐ͯ̒l̥̳̯ͤ͜ ̝͎̼̙͓̈̑ͨ͗̓͂͟ỷ̲̹͎̱̦̜̙ͧ͊ͨͮͫ͘o̜͚͓̬̦͚͟u̓̚ ̦̯͖͔̬͐̒n͂̈́̾͂e̺̲̗͔͒̿͐̃̐ͦe̺͓͕̯̦d̴̍̉̉͌̓̃ ̆̑ͮ̂̔t̲̘̠̞͉ͮͤͬợ̺̪̙͎͓ͦͫͣ̇̃̚ ̺̕k̟͉̪̀ͤͫ͛͟n̨̰̭̙͎͍͖͒ͅo͍̞ͫ̂͒̾̋̎̉ͅw̫͓̘͖̬ͣ̅̕ f͓͍̼͓͇ͬ̽̑͐o̬̟̲̯̙̘͗ͯ̉̈́rͫ̑̏̾̆ͨ̀̚ ̢̞͓̩̬̺n̺̥̩̭͂̍ͬ͝o͏w̟̹̦̍ͣ", he continued. There was a dangerous edge to his voice. "Y̩͙̼̞͊͟o͙̝̯̓ͭ̿ȕ̷͖̼͓̞̮͖ͅ ̨̱̹̪̯͒͊ͩd̰̙̯͓̱͓ȍ̭͊͗̇̂n̙̥̭͚̳͐ͬͯ̾ͬ͆ͩ͞'̊̑̆͂҉̯t͈͔̜̩͕̳̒̃̾̅̋ͣ͒ ͙͚̘̗͈̻̾̒͛ ḧ̗͈͍͕̖̰̇ͬ͛̀ă̆v̛͍̣̮͙̇̄ͪ̇̌ͣ̚e̙̙͚̖ͦ͝ ̯̥͔̐̒̀e͏̣̲̤̣̠̜̫n̨̊ͣͣ̑o̧̲͙̖̰͇ͩ̎̅ů̮̌̓ͫ̑ǵ̜͉̲̺͇̬ͧḣ̭̃ͭͦ̊ ̬̫̩̙̬F͕̘ͨ̿ͪ̓̚r͛͊̀͆ͣ̅̏́i̖͇̦̼̿̔̄ͣ͗e̯̺̹̹nͥ͛ͨͩͫ̒d̶͎̗̘̰ͭ͛ͯ̊͑s͆ͧ̔͐̑́h̴̞̋i͈̟͇͈͍ͨͮp͎̭̻ ͍͖͚̽̂̽͋͐P̱̰̤̼͍̼̱̒͆ͤo̪̜̗̭̞̠i͎̰̦͠n̪͖̪̳̠ͯ̎̅͑ͯ͆ͮtͯ͋ͥ́͋͋s̨͇͍̜̮̼ ̻̲̙̊͗̐̂ͅt̫̪̤͍̠̋̉̓͊o̢͛̍ͤ̏ͨͩͭ ̛̈́ͧͭͦu̮̮͈ͤ͋́̍ͩ͂n͙ͅl̶͙̜̗͐ͭ̑̉͗̌͊o̡͆͒̾̈́̚c̮̮͍͓̙͍̰͋̎͆̔̍k͓̮͕͎͈̫ͮ̊͌ͫ͒̓ ͕̳̈́ͯͯ̏̅́m̻̺̠̺̼̆̀ͨ̈́̒͝ỷ͏͙̟̟͉ ̲̯̠̩̞̾ͦ̽ͩtͯ̆͐̓ͧ̊̄҉̠̫͚̤̘r̤̺̻̻͚̲͚ͥ̀̽ͬ͑͡â̶̻͚̮̓͛ͅg̯̬͊̏̃i͈͔̒͘c͓̗͇̞͚̖̑ͫͅ ̳ͧ̓͒̿ͨͬͩb͓̾ͮ̽̈̀̓a̙͚c̰̙̊ͭͭ̊k̴̥̲̪͖̤̖̙ͧ̇̾ͧ͆͗̀s͙͙̮̓ͯ̔͂̇̇ț̶̤̈̃ͥͭo̩̲ͤ̆̽̌̏̈̊ṛ̘̠̟͙̒͗y͆̂̾̂̎ͦ̍͡!̬̬̼̳̹̯͐̾͌ͅ" Kuraku pulled an one eighty and cheerfully finished.

"Then..." Rexa started.

"Ő̶̙̲̠ͤͭ̒͂͋ͫh̙ͭ͘,̼̄̏̏͗ͤ ̟̰͛̆a͖̩̤̝̼̖n̶̲̲̳̝̠̥͙͑̑d̼̪̺̃̽ ̢͍̘̣̳͇̦ͧ̓̈̀ͅẁ͔͈͎̬̬̟̈̃ͥ͑̃̋e̶̻͓̘̝͉͛̅ͪͮ͊ͬͭl̜̟̹̱̣̟̲̾c̠̝͍ͥŏ̷̻̰͎̝̗̦́͆ͮͮm̪͐ͣ͟ě̵̞ͫ̄̅͋ ̄̔̈̍̍͏͖͉͈̘ͅt̲̣ͦͯ̈́͢ő̘ͤ͂ͤͨ ̍ͨͨ͏̲̖̞̹̯̦ͅt̎̓͆̐ͮh̫̗̮̟ͨ̎ͮ̅̄ͤ̑͝e͖̻̗̗̞̰ͦͤ͛̓ͪ̓͆͘ͅ ̻̬̭͇[̷̧̦͎̰̭͕̮̪̰̪͍̥̦̹̰͚̣̜ͧͦ͋ͤ̍̿͛̌̆͒̀͒̃͛̚ͅD͔͔̘̼̩̓̄̀̄̌͆ͩͅi̒́̎̓s͒ͩ͛̊҉̫̰̼͈̦̗c̑͛ǫ́ͮͥ̃r͇̬͎̩̀͑̈́̍͌ͅd̙͕̘̝̙̾ͭͦ̒̇̔͆͜ ͌̓͋̄͏̥̞̣ ̪͔̞̬̭͚̂̑͒ͣ͌ͣͯ̀W̙̪̜͉o͖͐r̗̹̺̦̆̒ͬͣͯ̃ͯl͍̭̭͇ͮ̿͑ͦͤ͑̏ͅd̷ͪ͒ͨͬ̎ͣ]̿̅̽̅̑ͮ̏̈́͊̀ͭͭ̽ͯ̆̉͌͘͏̡̗̼͎͞,̪̰̬̳̂̓ ̭̜͉͚ͬͮ̿͑ͮ͌I͑̋̈̽ͧ̽͂ ̢̝̭͕͔̣̪̿ͬ͌̒̌͐ͥg͇͗͝uͣ̈́͐e̞̙̙̫̥ͅs͕̰͕̼̗͔ͬ͒ş̦̖̝̻̘̅ͅ", Kuraku added, interrupting her.

"The what?" The redhead asked.

"H̤̖̩̣̣͎̠͂ͥͯ͋a̲͕̮͓͊͆́̏͢ͅv̝̺̦̤̺͔̥̓͛̌̆͆ͫ̃e̪̣̩̰͐n͔̰͉͂͑͆ͫ'̝͚̰̯̄͆͌ͧ̆͠ṱ̤̰͉͍́ ̱͍͕͓͑́̓ͦ̀ͧ̆̀y͖̝̰̞͍̟͛o̢͕͂̑̈́ͤͤ̃ͮư͈̺͗́̓̍̎ ̠͓̞̖̭͈͎n̺̪̒͗̾̄̈̌͑oͯ͋̏҉͕̦͇͎t̞͓͍̣ͩ̀̾͊i̳̥͈̖̺͓͕ͫͭ́c͈͚̍͒̓̇̿ė͑ͣ̓͆ͫ̅͞d͉̙̯̫͓̻ͯ͆̽̃͠?̲̩̱̟̪͖͈̈̐͟" Kuraku asked. "Ĵ̫͋̔̽ͮű̴̜̘͓͕̞̥͎ͦ̽͑ͤs̩͍͔͈͍̉̏̆ͪ̈́ͮ̑t̖͑ͪ̃̓͐͒̽ ̮̹͕̖͕̹̑ͩ̊lͤo̧̖̼̗̦̬̠̟̒o̧̗̗͆̔ͨͩͥk̖̩ͩ̓̓́͐͒̋͜ ̨͎͐̑̑̽ͥ̒͊a̘̾ͦ͊̈̾͂͂t̨͍̾̋̓ͥ͒ ͉̇ͪt͍͔̩̹͉̄̂̽͝h͕̫̘̩͋e̐̔͋̌̇̚ ̳͙̭̯ͪ͐̉̊s͙͍͍̗̬̫̞͗̍ͯͤ͘kͯy̠̬̺̍͐̈́͂̃͛͟.̡͉͕͓̣̯̥ͅ"

So, Strelitzia looked out the window. Sure enough, the sky wasn't it usual blue. It was now a dreamy purple with a pink hue.

"O̔͛̃̿h͔̰̖̭̥̩̋̈͞,̯̰̫̲̞̀̐ͬ͆͐̒ ̺̃͋ͪ̀̉̀t̆ͩ̔ͨ҉ṟ̏͛ͣ̓͐͒ý̢̭̜̥̥͗ͅ ̞̯̐ͧ͆͋̎n̥̣͉̑̄ͫ̑o̰͉̥̩̹̖ͫ̓͋͊̏̆͑t̗̟͍͊ͥ͛̓̈́ ̻̰̟̹͚̽t͇͈͓ͪͧ̏̓̚o̧̗̺̹͖̥͓̩̔͌̽ ̱̱͚̣̃͑͢d͔̲̥̭ͮ̒ͭ̕ï̲̖̼̠̞̰͚̆̐e̷̪̭ͪ͗̓́̍ͨ ̞ͥ̍ͦͮ͌ͬ̕ḥ͇̅e̹̬̔ͤ̈̌ͩ͞r̠e̲̹̺̬̐,͉͍̮̟̇̉ͭ̽̋ͫ̊͘ͅ ̙̣͉̪͈̂͆ͫͯͧg͉̹̊͋ị̫͕̝̹͊̒ͤ͋r̳͈̱̥̙͔̻̄́̔͊͌̅̑l̗̫̩̘͎̅̂̄ý͔̹̲̟̋͑̇̒ͨ͒", casually added Kuraku. "Ï͈͙̬͍͔͆͗f͍͔̞̺̟̳̭͛ͫ̔̽ͬ̊́ ̖͒ͧy̱͚͉̹̙̝͌̔̂̎ͬ͗o̎͞û̶̪̰̮̳͈̼̏̿ ̴̞̱̘̩̪͕d̛̜̜̻͇͉̓͛ͦ̿̑ͦ̔i̯̱̲͕̪͌͋̒̌ͯ̈́̓e̬̤̼̩̱͓̟̋ ̷͔̚h̰̺̻̳̙̮̀̑͠è̝r̛̳͇͈͎̻ͯ͒̍ͅe̶̟̳̾̀ͫ,͚͝ ̶̦̰͖̩͍̬̇̽̐ y̯̺͔͕͌͛͐͟oͣ̓ͭͦu͙̲̱̯̮̠̠ͥ͊̃̒̈ř͇͗͂̀͊ͨ ͕̩̫̼͔̄̽͒̇̚ͅȩ̟̻̺͓̑͑ͬ͆͂n͈̗̓ṭ͍͊̍̏̐ī͓͔̪̗̼̳ͦr͋͛̒̉̄̑̀e͉̮͎ͩ̒̌̄͋ ̢̣̋͂ͯ͒e̹̘͈͑̀̈x͙̝̘̠̪̄̾̀̍ͦ̓i̪͑̐̃̃ͪ̚s̮̦̯̠̦͇̈͑ͯ͊̿͡t̳͎͉̦̣e̶͕̬̜̮̮ͫ̅̀n͕͇̭̱̦̿ͪ̐͌̀̐̑c͈̖̹̘ͥ̿̆͗̉ͫe͔̱͎͙ͅ ̡͓̼ͮͪͮẅ͖̗͔̖̣̳iͫ̄l̷̳̝̪̻̪̤̪̐̿l͔̼̘ ̦̹̮̦̩̮̹̇̄̾̍ͪb̞̤͈͖͓͕͕͌eͨ́̏ͥ̈ͮ̄͏̣̙͕̺ ͎͕͖͔ͮ̔͒eͧͬȓ͙̱̰̹̾͐ͫã̅͏̣̳s͖͚̰̻̺͎͔̎̂̇̀e̲͔̬͉̰̼̖̔̿͗̓̀d͚̯̞͋ͫ̊ͭͮ.͟ ̣͓͇̪͚̄I͈ͯ̎̽̓ͮţ͙̣ͤͨ̄̆ͤ̈́ͮ ̜̟̹̮̼͇̓ͫͦw̧̆ͧͣ̈̈̈́ͬö͍̩̱͙́̿͒ͣͬu̴͖̗͖̜͓l̮̪̩͎̳̗d̖͇͓̟͙̟͗̔̓ͯͪͪͅ ̛̖̙͇͑͊͂̈́͗̈́b҉̟ę͍̣̦̲͌ ̳̝͇̘ͤͣ͗͆̇ͭą̬͈̪̝̮̣̰s̶̤͎͍͉̤͎̄ͨ̄ ̲͙̭į̺̘̙̤̂͋ͤ̂͑f͎̻͚͕̹͔̂̏͋ͧͫ̐ͭ ̈͠y͏͚͚̟͔̼̭o̡͓̟̼̪̥̯̠ͨ͂͂̊͗ͮͣủ̹̠̣̏ͭ ̦̻̣̮͊̌͑͝ͅw̝̪̥̼̬͈ͣ̓̍͂̕e͎̞̺̭͖̦̯̐ͭ̃̿͗̅̔r̡̙̖͚̞͕ͬ̔̏ͮͨ̇́e̦̹̝̍̽͗ ̥͉͗̇̋͌̐̐n͇̗̩̯͙̫͈̔̑̄e̖̺v͓̲͕̲͠e̦̥̗r̤͖̞̜̊̃ ͇̝͖̹̤̈́̍ͦḅ̝̗̮ͥͬ͑̚o̡̱̾ͪr̖̯͉͕̻ͫn̸͓͚̽̓ ̪̙̦̭̀ǐ͎̺̺̯̂̄n̶̼̻͉̜̤̓͐̈́ͤ͂ͪͤͅ ̻͓̝̠̝ͥt̸̩̋͆ͫͥͯͭh̘̪͑͢e̛ͅ ̮̿̏͠f͖̪̔͒̐i̖̋̂̏̑͜r̸̤̪̣s̓ͧͮ̌ͦ̋ͦt̷ͥ͑̓̅ ̶̻̝͗̓̓̓̿͌̚p̺̫̥͢l̩̯̣̖͖̱̱̍ͨ̈́̊a̛̮̳͚̩͙͌̉̒c̝̘͓̝̠̪͒̃̓ͣ̽̅̆͟e͈̤͕ͅ.̨͛ Ỹ̞̳̦̗̖̪̖ŏ̗̟̥̗͌̃ͩ̀̀u̹̭ͩ̓̾͊̽̄̚͜ ̸̥̜͎̩͙̦̟ͮ̋̈w͋͐̂̄̈́͗̌҉̺̜͉̬̺̬̻i͍̊ͥͤ͋͞l̦̫̼͓̺̯̆͘l҉͉͙͇̪̯̞ ̗͎͓̲̫̯͖͆͆̏̅̈̂͆b̢̦̩ë̳͍͓͖̰̦́̇̇ͨͭ ̺ͧr͙̫̙͍̖ͬe̱͖͛ͥͤ͒m̶̂ͯ̄ͤ̏ͭ̅ḙ̡̞͙͈ͪm̡͇̯̦̯̖̘͋b̭̫͉̭̰̝̂͜ͅè̜̦̫̳̹̝͗̇r̝̱͋̋̚͡ͅḛ͚̝̯͖͈̓͐̄͂̒͐͞d͍̮͉͔͕͈̎̓̿͂̓̑ ̴̟̘̘̭̘͉̔ͅb̭͇̞͒̒͋̒̎̓y͖̻͔͔̭̗̋͐̿ͫͧ̌͛ ̦̞̗ń͚̞o̲̗͖ͤn̛̫̩͕̟̭̲͖ͮ̽ͣe͓̖̗͍̹͎͒̓ͧ̃͐͠.̤͈"

Rexa could not help but feel a chill running down her spine as Kuraku's word resonated.  Completely erased... Remembered by none...

...

Daemos woke up with a groan. He knew that Kuraku has probably healed all his injuries but that did not stop his entire body from still hurting like a {Boron Iodine Technetium Hydrogen}.

"Dafuq happened?" He asked.
 
"Well, you were stabbed multiple times by those eyeball things before miraculously escaping, taking me with you in the progress", someone helpfully supplied from his side. Turning his head, he saw that it was that Student Council member, the one who spawn the demon.
 
"I didn't", he said. "It was Kuraku who grabbed you, not me."
 
There was a moment of silence before the Council member spoke up: "Be it as it may, you still decided to bring he inside instead of using me as a bait for the monsters. And for that, I thank you.
 
Ha, he thought, knowing better than to say it out loud. I should have done that.
"So, what had Kuraku told you?" He asked instead.

"Well, he told me about demons and about this world, the Discord World." Rexa answered.

"I see..." Daemos mumbled before turning towards her. "Prepare yourself, we're gonna end that thing." Then, he turned towards the plushie. "Kuraku, do you have its name yet?"

"Y҉̯̰̝͚̦e̞̱͇ͮş̼̯̮̳͖͚̫ͬ͊̐͋̊" Kuraku responded. "Ỉ̯̩̇ͅt̺̉͆̅͛͟s̻ͤͯ̒̂͟ ̷̰̺͖͓̓ͫͮ̎̊̏n̤͔̺̹̍͋̀a̭̩̩͒̽̆͌̐͗m̜͇ͮ̓̔͐ͥ͌e ͊̑iͯ̊͋ͣ̊s̃ͨ̋̓̇̏ ̭͖̌Ḏ̙̎̂̎̚îc̗̩̣͖̭͕ͪ̕i̅́̂o͇̲͇̣̼̤ͨͭ͠r̖͚̗̯̣̖̊͆̽ë̘̗̻̣̺́ͯͣͧc̺ͥ̓t̴̖ͥ̎oͭ̓́҉͈̹̤͓̞̻ͅr̺͖̩̜̓̓ͭͧ͋̃ͪ.̹̥̲̘"

"Of course it is..." Daemos sighed.

"Why do you say that?" The girl with eyes of gold asked.

"In Latin, 'Dicio' means 'Control' while 'Rector' means 'Ruler'" The boy explained. "And a demon is a distorted aspect of a person. You were being a 「tyrant」, trying to take control, to rule over everything, whether you meant to or not. That is a quite obvious name, really." Then he turned towards the stuffed rabbit. "And it took you that long to decipher it?" You can hear the disappointment dripping out of every single word.

"I͙͒̍̇̽͗͘ͅň̼̯͖ͧ̽ͤͬͧ̃̕ ̛̠͊ͦm̗͔͖͙͓͈͎ŷ͎̲͕ͣ̍̄̎ͣ ̭͍̻̯d̹͚͎̗̻̖̠͞e͓̬̥̦̝̅͗͛̚f̙̠̯̺̤̑ͫ̔̉̀̚e͉̪̦͙͓̓ͫͦ͑̌͢ṇ̦̦̝̱́ͭͧ̐̑ş̂̆̋̀͒̄ḛ͓̭̞̭̞͛͛ͯ͋̑͛̀,͓̯͙͚̺̬̄̐ͭ̽̓͆ ̻͎̜͍͇͙̗I͕̱̰͚̫͌ͮͥ͢ ̨͕̬̝̌ͧ͛͂͊ͩt͖̪͓͙̜͒̑͒̂̓̍̋h̗͕͔̪͖͓̩͞o̧̹͕̦ų̖͈͚̰̫̘̈́̿ͯͬ͛ͅg̴̘hͨͣ̆͆̂͡tͩ̽̀ ̿̈ͬ͌̚ͅt̸̝̣̹͈̦̟ͤ̍̈̃̚h̷̪̖͙̺͉̽̃ͯ̔ạ̡̯̻̘͈̟̪̾̇͑ͨ̎t̮̘͚ͨ͗̎̌̽ ͨ̽̄͒̑ͥ̂͏̳w̻̤͓͔͍͓̮̍͊̆͋͟a̤͟s͇͓͐͊̐̂ ̡̘̖̜̥̣̪̼ͪto͗̅҉̯͍̦͔̹̪ͅő̯̥̣̭̘͎ͅ ̮̖͇̫̳̽ͦͤ́̇̂o̯͙̭b͓̻͍̜̯̗͒͢v̗͍͇͇̪̻ḭ͙̹̠̤̣̘̿̀ǒ́̊̓̽͂̏û͈̱̮̖͍͛͒̌̌ͅs ͖̣͔̖̖̤͔̅͢ő͈̘̝̤͉̻͉̾͝f̝͚̥̳͜ͅ ͈̘͚̩̞ͧ̇ͨͮ̕ͅa̢̒ͯ͒ͩͦ ͐̂̉́҉͔̳̹̜̣̳ņ̣̩̘͙͕̯͓̀̿͆̔a̫͖̓ͦͨm̥͕̼͊ͦͦ͗̅͒̕e̞͓͖͜ ̖̲͈͝â͍̩͊ͫ̌̆̎n̴̞̳̼̞͔̩͇d̶̯̺ͯ̃̈̌̚ ̬̪̊̏͐d̸̒ͨ͋ͨ̇͋e̮̦̦̤̞͋͜c̲͔͔̹͇̘͎̉͋ͤ̓ͥͥī̜͖͔̞͎͍̌͐̍͊͟d͓̜̹̫̼̠ͣ̄̾e͎̤͉̐̓ͥͭͤ̀̇d̦̮̐ͨ͋ͣ ̪̪͖̂̀tͩͬ͆ͧ̿ͩ͏͔̯̱͎̰o̞͂ͩ͐͂̈ ̺͕̭̭͊͛ͅl̟̤̐ò̰̙͈͈̭͑͢o̞̖̘̺ͯḱ̸̙̬̻͋ͣ ̢͉̰͖̥̜͖̖ͭ̚d̗͚̳͇͍̫̜̉͐͞e͕̤̒e̠̲ͩ͋͗́̚̚̕p̧̣͚̰͌͊̏͒̎ͥ͂e̹͇̹̬̞ř̛̫̬͕̙̤̄͂̀̆ ̽̒̌̈͏̬̗̠oͤͨͤ͌̄̒́n͎̰̣̯̔ͫ̾̎̎̂ͯl̷͔͍̤̜̙͇̎͗y̗̖̠͍̬̌̽ͧ̔̐ͯ ̷̯ͩ̍̽̐t͍̺̙͈̰͈̯ͫͧ̄̒͛̓͋o̱̮̖̳͈ͨ͋͋ͤ̐̀ ̹̲̮̳̻̰̟͒͋ͣf̣̰̩͐ͪͧ̂͆iͭͯ̂̔͑͏n̞̒͌ͮͬ̅ͫd͕̱ͬͩ̚ ̸̲̥̥̲̗ͯ̅͛̈͆̀͂o̤̞̲̙̮ͨ̾͊u̼̱̰̥͊ͯ͆t͓̥̰̥͋̑͛ͨ̒̔ ͖̼̳̩̳͇̖̌̅̓ͪṭ̤̩̝̏̚͟h̬̘͈̱̳͔ͩ̐̏͠ͅa̗t̖̹̆ ̛͖̫͍̩̐ͫͨ̏t̙̙̝̲̎͑͗ḥ͌̈́ͅe̢̫̳͇͙̻͙r̽͛e̟̰̘̩͍̥̠̅̄ͨ̑͑ ̣͔͔̻͔̟̳̔͆w̭͖̒̏̑ͯ̾́̀ͅaͣ̀̽̔̈́́s̴͍̀ n̥͓ot̓̿h͉̫͎͈͚̎͐͗ͦ͛̊̚͢i̮̥͚͇̗̼ͫ̊̈́ͨ̅͞ͅn̥̟̼̗g̗͚̻͕ͭ̍͐͌̚ͅ ̻͍͚̣͇̓̈̀e̠̱l̶̟̲̥̠s̷̗͍̤̠̲̘̄ͭ͋ͤ̉ͩe͎̐̎̂̊.̙ͫ̐͂̒" Kuraku pouted (!?). Meanwhile, Daemos continued to look really unimpressed with him.

Not saying another word, the boy strapped his rabbit plushie to his waist and professionally swung the giant, still burning, battle-axe over his shoulder.

"Let's go kick some demons' {Arsenic Sulfur Einsteinium}!" He declared.

...

All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed... All those who disobey the rules must be punished... All those who oppose must be destroyed...

...

"Surprise, {Molybdenum Thorium Erbium Fluoride Uranium Carbon Potassium Erbium}!" Nex yelled as he brought the axe down, hitting the schoolyard, sending blazes everywhere. The maelstrom of fire engulfed a good chunk of the eyeball minions. The boy laughed maniacally as he continued to swing his gigantic axe, as he continued to send flames in all directions. Although this cleared out a whole lot of the eyeball monsters, it also, understandably, attracted the attention of the big bad Nazi demon.

Destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy!

...

"There you are, you {Boron Iodine Technetium Hydrogen}!" The blond said as he carried on laughing like a mad man as the demon approached.

Suddenly, the monster stopped. It quickly brought up one of its chains up, trapping a Rexa that was trying to sneak up on it.

Another of the demon's chains then burst out of the ground, tying Daemos up.

"Dangit!" He cursed. The remaining minions are closing in. They were now trapped with no way out.

...
 
We are going to die, Strelitzia thought. They had a plan. Daemos was supposed to distract her demon and his minions while she snuck up on it and pierce the lance right to its head. It seemed like a pretty good plan considering how much attention a boy with heterochromia holding a huge-{Arsenic Sulfur} flaming axe could get. But the demon somehow detected her and now the plan was in shambles. And now, she was going to die. No, they were going to die. They were going to die. And in the face of death, Strelitzia could not help but cry.

"I'm sorry", she said in between tears. "I... I never intended for this to happen. I just want people to... to follow the rules for I thought they would keep us s-safe and happy... And I became a [tyrant]... And now, we're gonna die... I... I... All I really wanted was to be [free]... but I was too scared... And I-I hid behind those stiff rules, turning myself to a-a [tyrant] without realizing it... I'm sorry... I... I just want to be 「free」!"

And in that moment, time seemed to slow down until it came to a stop...

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  Ĩ̶̉̎̈́̉͗̃̓̾ͪ̋ͫ̒ͬ́ͨ̒̋͂͞͏̷͇͍̪̝͍̤̩͖͔̜ ̬͙͔̲̪̪ͭ́̈̇̑͋ͤͣ̔̊̃ͪ̆́͢͟s̴̸͎͎͔̙̗̖͙̽̉́̌̽ͫͮ̉ͫ̆͘͡ę̶̸̶̛̥̼̜̯̟̘̪͍͓̦̳͔̰͑̋̔̾͌̋̒̒̽̔̚ͅe̵͎̪͕͉̘̤̳͔̫͎̘̯̱̺͍͔͎ͧ̀̄̃͛́͗ͦ͗̀ͅ ̷̙͕̪̯͕̦̼͇̠̪̲̲̣̪͈̦̭̂͗̄̄͒ͭͣͬ̐͠͝ỹ̶̛̻̳̞̦̹͎̹ͦͨͫͯ̂͒ͤ̄ͪͦ̍̏͆̚͘ͅo̴͐̇̿ͫͭ͂̆ͦ̔̾̏͊ͫ͒ͧ҉̸̭͖̠̩̹͓̣̫̝̣͖ͅų̪̮̮̬̪̏̍̋̈͛ͨ̿͐̾̕̕r̀ͫ̈́ͯ͗ͧ̇̊ͤͨ̾ͦ͂̃ͯ̃ͪ̄҉̯͇͎̹͓̬̮̬̯̩̩͕͓̩̭͜͝ ̵͚̙̺͓̭̟̞̩̖̯͖̤̘͖̤̩̾̐̉̋͛̅̇͆ͨ̄ͬ͛̒̆ͤ̚̚͞h̭̳̻͍̗̩̺̪͇̰͙̠̰̹̃̓̄͐̑̆̓̒̑̏͋͂́͜͠͡e͋̏̃̌͆̀ͧ͗̄̉͛͂͐ͩ͏҉̭̱̬͔̣͍̙̯͕̟̠̟̝̟̮̱̖̥̥a͙͚̗͉͎̲̩̿̄̓͌̄̈͌͛̂͋͞ͅr̴̸̷̶̠̙͍̫̠͚̜͇̹͓̜ͤͫ̅͐͑ͥ̐̀tͩ͐̿ͨ̃ͤ̎͜҉̧̝͔͔̙̱.̶͔͇̗̜͍̜͇͕̬̫̘͔̫̼̗̤̺̳ͫͦ̈ͬ̄̓ͭ̈͐͛͂̅̿͆̆̑̔̍͛.̷̛̹͖̹̻͔̘̹͖͙̒̊̓̎ͥͣ͐̿̀͜͞ͅ.̨̛͎̠͚͉ͯͭ̂̒̕͜͞

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There was someone laughing. The laugh was low, weird, distorted, almost as if there was multiple voices cackling at the same time after going through different unhealthy levels of Daycore/Anti-Nightcore. Rexa searched for the source of the noise. It came from a boy floating behind Daemos, it came from a boy who wasn't there before. He was pale, paler than snow. Black and blue markings adorned his colorless skin. He had straight navy hair, with wine scarlet highlights at the tips, covering his right eye. A black, cracked, cracked in half, mask hid the upper right half of his face and the top of his head. The boy had horns too, but Rexa isn't completely sure whether they were part of the mask or whether they grew out of his head. The mysterious boy was sporting a classy grey suit with a blood red tie. Lowering her gaze, the girl saw that he did not have feet, there was only inky black smoke. The boy continued to laugh, holding two hearts stitched together in his hands, his hands with long sharp claws and an eye in each.

"L̮̖̯̯͎̜͍̹͉͐̒̏̽͐̐́̒ͨͬ̌̎̔͜͝eͫͦ̓͛ͯ̈́ͭ҉̴̷͉̘̼͉͙͕̭̲̹̘͔̤͖͠t̵̛̥̹͚̖̓͑̂͒̉̀͘ ̷̛̼̥̣͍̖̍̋̎̓̊ͩ̋̏̐̂̋̽́͞y̷̶͉̞̗͈̰͖̭̠ͧ̾͑ͦͧͯ͋͊ͨ͌̇̎̋̈̚͘o̓̇ͮ̀̈́҉̸̷̢̤͖̭͚̘̰͙̫ṷ̢̮̱̩̜̪̳̜͈̬̯͙̰̤̙͙ͦͮ̔͗ͦ̓̍̃̋̋͟͝ͅr̛̥̺̞̜͖̝̝̮͙͌ͦ̆̈́͑̇̀̀͜͞ ͇̮͔̘̦͈͚̲̮ͨͮ̇͒̍͛̏̑̾̾͢͡h̜͖̟̜͍̳͙̱̙̙̍͋͐̒̃ͪ͗́͝͝ͅͅe̢̗̘͍͉͎̯͉̮̼͕͙͖̥̙ͩ́͗̈̇̅̂ͅa̢̨̬̜̜͇̝̣̖̮̲̮̥ͪ̂̓͒̑̌̆͒̐̽ͩ̇̽͌͗ͮ̽̊͟r̢̧̘͈͇̳̾̂̐́̑ͦ̾̋͌̃̏́t̾̍̓̃̇ͮ͌̃ͮ̍̚̚҉̦̠̪̟͍̫̫̰̲̭̘͠ͅͅ ̷̸̢͓̜͓͓͚̰̭ͪͨ̀ͫ̂̕͢bͬ͆͒ͣ̏͛̂̓ͭͬ̂̏̉ͯ̇̉ͯ̀́͡҉̙̘͕̯͔̲ͅͅe̛̗͙͚̱̓ͨ̌ͦ̍͂̋̄ͧ̈́͊́́ͅc̢̛̳͈̥̱̮̭̭̮̿̇̇̂͒̿̂̽̒ͩͫ̄̇ͦ̌ͦ̒͆̏͟ơ̮̗̯̮̫̳̘͈̟͎̰̭̫͙̪͙̱̤̇̿̒ͣ͑ͣ̊̆ͭͭͪ͘͢m̤͍̗͔͔̜̼̩̗͈̗̬̼͍̃ͥͫ̇̽̑͆ͧ͂̚͞ͅe̴̢͙̫̫̼̠͈̼̦̼͓͔͙̬̥̝̠̐ͤ̓̅́̿͊̅́̀͝ ̮̱̪̗̱̪̭͔̤̤̘̟̙̭̲͗̂͒͌ͣ̀̕͝͞ͅa̶͚͈̱͔̜̗̝͕̥͖̞̟̲̭͛̓ͯ̽̽́͌ͬ͋̂̿ͤ́̒̇͐ͨ̊̚͝͝ ̶̧̳̯͕̖̋̅ͦ̀̈́̈ͧ̽ͤ͌́̑̓͛ͨ͞ẘ̶̛̥̞͎̺̪͖͉͔̗͇͋̅͊̀͟ͅẹ̡̹̪̦̍ͬ͐ͤ͐͌̆̿͑̃ͣ̂ͭ̊̚͢ͅä̹͔̮̤ͦͥ̓͛͛͆̽͒͝pͤ͗̌̓̊̽̀͏̫͓̻̱̟̹̤̙̰̭͜ͅǫ̵͖̠̭͉̫̯͈̗̹͈̥͕̜̬̭ͯ͌̊̐̑̎ͬ͘͘͜ņ̬̝͕͎̊ͭ̓͆̅ͯ̑̈́̾̈́̅̽͛̏ ̺͎͎̝͍͎̠͈̳̙̫̗ͭ̉́̅̀ͣ̆̉̓̓̽́͘͘ţ̡͚͓͍̠͈̯͔̜̯͋̏̏̔ͭ͊͂͑͛̏̉̀͜͞ͅo̵͓̥͙̹̗̜͍͖͆ͨ̃̆ͤ͛͐́̔ͮ̏͂̓͐̎̅ͪͮ ̡̛̗̜̗̘͈̲̳̗̰̭͓̱̦̪̰̼̣̋͛̄̓͗ͯ̈ͩ̈̽͌̊ͨ͂ͅd̦͔̝̲̪ͥͩ͗ͩͭ̓̾̉̏ͦ́̚ͅè̷̝͓̹͙̗͑ͬͫ̋̅͋ͭͩͧͧ̚͟͠s̷ͪͩͨ̂ͧ͂͏̥̦̥̬̺̀͝ṯ̵̴̷̺̻̫̜͕̩̃͋̈́̏͌͗̿͒͂ͬ̆̓ͦ̂ͥ̃̇ͯ͘ͅŗ̸̛̥̤͚̣͊ͬ͐ͭͫͩ͊͛͌̀̆ͫͩͨͥ̒ͣ̌̒͘o̜̱̬̦̲̹̮̰̬̺͙̯͕̻̦̮̘͙̞ͪ̋̈́͊͊̌́͋ͥ͂̅̀̚͡͝ý̵̻̲̦̖̝͚̤̘̱̼̙̯͋̃͋ͥ̌ͩ͗̄͒̽ͨ̚̕͢͠ ̡̛̛̦̺̯̰̬͙̱̩͕͚̳͕ͧͬͭ̒ͧ̚i̋̓̑ͮ̌҉̢̺̩̹̘̻̱̬͙̪͎̠ͅt̤͕̲̖̣̖̭̬͉͉̞͚͐̎͋̓̍̄̎ͬͧ͛͆͊̋ͣ̋͐̿ͣ̀͡ͅ ̷̹͕̗̩̬͎̳̭͕͙̤̺ͤ͌ͣͩ̓̃̀̑͑͌̽̌ͫ̇̂͊ͥ͌́͡a̢̨͕̳̯͕͕̻̞̦̞̞̞̜̔ͭ̎ͭͦ̚͜͜͠ͅl̢͈͓̺͔͙̼̪͔͖̰͔̰̙̓ͩ͐͆ͧ͛ͪ̈́̈́̿̔͗̒͆ͨ̏͝ͅl̵̸̘̣͎̳̖̠̗̫̟͇̟̘͔͉̫̐̄ͫͧ̂ͯ́ ̴̧̧͙͉̜͈͚̜̱͈͎̩̤̥̏̾̈́͂͛͗̊͑̔̂͝ä̛̭̜̝̙̱̼̜̳̼̙͚̥̘̱̙̯͗͛̆͊̔̌̊ͣ̈̌ͪ͗ͩ͆̒ň̸̛̛͓̭̮̭̱̰̼̝͎̗̤͕̬͑̋̍̿̈́̒ͬͤ͞d̢̰̭̼̤͔̖͚̼̝̰͇͎͕̏͛̌ͯͪ̈ͧ͊ͦͤ ̨̏̀̋ͭͭ̓ͬ̽̂ͩͯͯ͋̊͒̋ͮ̓͡͏͏͎͍̺̹̼͇͎̭̯̪m̶̐̇̅͌́ͥ̑ͯͥ̉ͥ̆͐ͤ̉҉͢͏̨̻̩̬͓͎͍̫̹̫̠̘̲̱̘̥á̧̛͙̪̰͚͕̺̱͉͑̊̀̿̔͊͠͞͞ķ̷̭̫͕̙̭͈͇̫̺̱̑̉ͯͭ̀ͪ̐ͦͭ͢͝e̴͎̯̝̦̓ͦ̆̚͢ ̡̧̡̧̤̰͕̪̖̮̥̻̟̼̩͖͈̽ͭ̐ͨ̄͊͋͆͊̓͠t̸̴̟͙͇͚͔̮̱͍͚͈̦͙͑ͨ̀̈́̌̒̌̍h̫̱̲͈̗̗͓̞̗͕̣͉̠͙͓̘̳̙͉ͨ̎ͬͩ̂ͦ̽͌ͮͧ̊̀͜i̷̡̛̗̘̯͇͖͉̮̭̯͕͙ͤ̒̉ͤͯͫ̿̓̈̒͗̉ͫ̅ͪ͛̌͡s̿ͭͫ͒ͫͫͯ̋ͭ̐̓̔͠͏̷͕̝̰̪̖͕̭̭͈͘ ̶̵̢͖͙̫̬̻̹͕̪̰͉̝̠̟͒ͥͩͩ̇͂̎ͫͨ͑̓͡͠ẃ̴̢̤̠̠̫̼̞̖̘ͩ̅͌́͐̏̑͗́̽̓̅̋̎̌ͩ̒́̚͝o̰̖͚̼̜̦͓͖̺̪̻̘̞͍̼̦̞̎͂̔̓ͨ̒̍̈́̿ͧͯͧ̓̓̆̓̈͢͠͝r͆́̾̐̑̃͏̵̡͕̼̮̬͔͖̫̫͍͜ļ̮͔͚͖̯̠̟̪͐̓̑́͛ͤ̀̔͗̌ͯ͌̚͢ďͣ̿͑̀̾͊̑ͦ͒̿̌͆ͥͫͣ͂̚͏̹͉̖̬̮͇̲̣̥̕ ̢̮̳̥̙̟̰̟̖͓̬̝͎̭̪̤̩̗̎͗͆͛͌̍ͭ̀͟͝a̻̝͚̟̼̠̠̤͚͇͚̜͍̪̬̖̖̜ͧ̌̂̅̈́͐̔ͨͣ̅̅ͪ̋͑̚̕͜͟n̷̒̅̓ͫͭ̾̋҉̮̳̙̘̦̗͎̼ͅeͤ̓͋ͬ͊̀ͮͥ͋̾ͨͥ̾ͦ͌҉̶̡̛͎͈͙̩͈̞̩̤͓̰̩̱̝̩̪̳͖́w̓͆̎ͩ̾̅̽̃̃̀̒̽̍̓̍҉̨̺̜͚̙̭̦͚̰̦͎͚͖̖͜!̢̃̌̀̋́̀̒͛̒̊ͪ҉̖̠̬̗͇́͘" The pale boy said as he crushed the hearts in his hands. When he opened his hands again, a multitude of beams of light shot out before uniting to form a pair of wings on his back.
  "T̴̡̝̮͈̠̦͈͙͚͖̜̼͙͇͆̐̈̅̎ͮ͗̑ͣ̔͑̓̄̎̉̉̀͟͝h̴̴̡̛̙͎͙̳̳ͥ́͌̏͊͋ͯ̃̏̑ͪ̚͠ê̴̢̟̞͈̺̞̣̹̥̖̦̠̹͖̪ͣ͒͛̍͌ͮ̇ͫͧ̋͌ͯ̑̿̄̌ ̶ͧ̄͐̎̈́̎̎́͐̏͊̀҉[W̵̶̞͖͓͖̙ͤ͆̆̑̋̚͜͡i̧̛̪͙͈̻̤͉͖̤̟ͦ̏̈́̆̄̀̀͝n̴̴̳̰̗̼̘̬̠̙̣̖͉̭͉̬̓͂̌̊̍͑͂̎ͩ͐̐́ͯ͘g̢̛̮̗̼̻̪̫̺̼ͯͬ̿ͫͣ̾͟s̸̡̯̰̥͙̭̥̠ͮͩ̿̐̊̒̄ͩͥ̎͑ͭ̎̚̚̕͡͠ ̨̣̼͚̬̯̺̰͉̝̞̻̘̭̩̘͔̭͖ͦ̏̆ͣ̂͝ͅō̷̶̉̔̓ͣ̀̐ͪ̒́ͮͣͤ̚̚͜͏̬̦͚̖͖f̍͌͒̋ͬ͂͆ͨ̒̄̑̐̚͠҉̻̖͔̱͠ ̌̍̇ͯ̋̓͑ͯͣͤ̑̚͟҉̢̩͈̝͚̬̩̤̭͙̫͇͎̣͙͙̺͇Fͧͩ̏̓̐̽̎͂͋̇͒̓͋̋̈́͘͏̶̤̥̪͈͓͕͉̤̫̙̝̺͈̹̥̼͞͠r͊̓̈́̂҉̷͍͙̩͚ͅe̬̲̜͕̱̭̘͚͚͔̻̬̍̅̾ͦͯ̄̔̍͟e̷̪̥̩͙̟̠̹ͯ̊ͧ͌͗̒͆̑̾̅͢͜d̈͂ͫ͗͒̚҉̨͖̪̦̮̤͖͙͢͡o̴͙̱̮͈͙͖͖͍͎͈̠̠̻̒͐͛̓͆m̺͓̭̬̺̙̗̦̗̺̳̠͈̊̋ͪ̂̒̈̾̔͌͟͜͞],̶̆͗͆́ͦ͂ͯ̿ͯ̈̌́̀̚̚͘͞͏͚̥̩͎̟̠̤̖̼̠͓̪̻̥͚ ̡̛͚̳͔͕̳ͦ͂̆̌̌ͦ͊̓͘͝͞ḩ̶̶̞̩̹͉̖̖͇̙̗̥͇̻͇̟͚̫ͫ̾ͥ̓͂̋̍ͬͫ̓͒̀̄͂ͯͯ̂̈́̓͢͝u̸͗ͥ̊̃̒̚͢͏͈̘̤͕̮͎̯̭̱͇͍̖͍͙̩ͅͅh̉͊͌̈ͦͣ̿̋̅ͮ͐ͮ̓̚҉͎̫̩̲̰̻̮̟̼͉̱̯͈̝̀͟ͅ?̺̹̩͕̱̥̪̙̲̥͉̐̃̇ͦ͐̍̀ͯ̄́͜͢͡" He said. "F̠͇̮̼̱̬̘̤̼̣̙͙̓͛͆͗̓̃̌̆͜i̷̋̽͊̈́̊̑̚͏͓͔̦̲t̶̸̨̜̖͕͔͕̩̖͓̥̻̜͂͆̍ͯͮ̋̌̓͊̿͋͗͛͊̚ť̸̴̜̺͎͍̹ͪͨ̀̓ͣͭ̕į̧̰͓̘͖̍̆̍ͬͣ̂͋ͩ͗́͢n̵̢̡̛̯̯̠͔̟̮͓̺͈̦̙̝̬̱͗̒̓͆̾̐̓͘ͅg̵̵̨̺̬̞̥̣̱͉̜̹͐̀́ͨ̿̐̃̍͂́ͭ̅͌͒̒̄̽̋̚...̵̛̟̼̞̩̦̱̮̻͙̬̳͎̬̗̠̆ͦ̓̔̂͌͒̿̍ͩͨ͊̈̈́͢ ̴͕̱̺̺̙͖͈̣͉̩͎̖͙̪ͯ̌̓̏̈͗̈́̈͛ͭ̍̎͊́N͎͓͇͈͔̅ͪͬ̅ͮ̆ͩ̄̑ͨ̐͌̀ͦͪ͌͞͠o̢͙̥̮̣͉̔̃͌̂̓̔͋̍́̓ͫͬ͝ẘ̶̡͓͈̤̱̞̻̻͒̏͊͐̇͆ͩ͒̊͢͜͡ͅ,̶̿̔̌̈͆ͣ̚҉̼͔͕̤̝̗ ͎̤̠̠̬̯̺̤̔̾́ͬ̓ͦ͊́̇͑ͮ̾ͤ̆́́͜͞lͫ̓̐̽ͫ̓́͏̛̣̗͕̖̠̭̤̺̥̣͜ͅe̶̅̉͂͑҉̛͏̻̜̙̘̼̮͉̹͔͉͉̺̘̹̹̝̦ț̵̖̱̘͎̮̙̰̰̗̍̐̽̍ͦ̌̕͢'̷̉̏ͭ͂̅̓ͩ̐̇ͭͣ̓ͭͣͮͨ͊ͭ̅̕҉͓̦̪̰̪̹̫̫̻͈͕ͅͅsͥͣ̓ͬ̄ͮͫ̃́͆̊ͩ̈́̓͢͟͠҉̹͙̟̤͙͕ ̧̉̇̂̉̌ͬ͑ͥ̐̕҉̻̥̳̻͉͕̟͍̱ͅ g̢̡̧͈̯̲̻͖͊͌͐̓̕͢ͅe̷̵ͪ͌̋̈́̅͏̬̙̲̪̯͚͓̘̱͝t̷̨͇͍̝͍̙̼̑̓͊ͫ̋̄̇̎͌͂ͤ̊͛ͩ͗̅͢͜͠ ̸̷̢̡̧͇̼͉̩̠͕̻̰̫̔ͭͯ̉̇ͦͣ͋͗ͧÿ̊̽ͫͨ͒ͨ̀͋ͮ̊͂ͭ̅ͮͥ͛̎͠͏́͏̨͉̜̻͙͈̳͔̳̖͈̯̪̘ǫ͓̼̥̪͕͈̑͋ͯͤ͐̅̔̒̎͒̓̏͂͆̔͐ͬ͌͛́͝u̵̹̱̝̼̩͍̜̇̾ͮ̿̀͊̋͜ ̷͎̳͍̲̻̘͚̦̘̠͉͚͐ͥ͑̅̓̎̊̌̽͋̈́̒̈́͌̂̕͢ǫ̵̧̛̩̗̟̯̱̻̤͙̳̹̘͊͐͒͂̈́ͥ͒̅̍͊ͅŭ̸̷̙̼̪̦̩̲̗̩̭̫̤̈ͫͩ̆̊̽ͪͥ̉̐̋ͥ̇̕͟͡t̎̄̓ͩͮͧ̓͊͌ͥ̊ͯͭͬ́̚͏͎͙͇͖̦̣̰̲ ̧͇̰̫͎̱̞͔̺̩͙͙̩̖̟͔̣̏ͮ̆̽̾͌̽̆ͥ͂̎̃̿ͯͫ͜o̊ͭ̂̎̍͊͏̸̝͎̮̼͎̗̺̟̯̗̳͎̠͙̙f̷̵͚͓͍̺͓̫̹͇͉̞̰͈̘̮͛̎͋̊̿͐̾̔̓ͤͬ͐̋͒͂̓̈̀̀ ̂̉̏̈ͭͦ͗̑ͬͫ͆͋̍̔ͭ͏҉̩͙̠̥ţ̡̥͖̤̤̯̞͉̩̜̩̾ͩ̓͆̌̔̌̀̓̽̌̆̏͐̓̍͠͝h̷̴͉̻̲̘͇͎̫̥͇̼̳͇͎͈̣̤̤̗̦̐͑͌̈͜e͓͉̩̬̮̮͎̺̬̮̘͈͔̪̺̽̆ͮ̐̌̂͒ͤ̈̂̐̋̇̓ͮ̔͘͠r̤̭̫̬͎̻͇̜̩͔͉̮͑͊͛̿ͮ͑̑ͨ̽̔̀̀́ȅ̶̛͇̖̰̼̣̪̰̟̠͖̣͙̆ͪ̎͑͐͒̎̓̓̆ͥ̃͑̐̾ͧ̀͡ͅ ̶̨̲̳͚͓͍̙͚͖͖̥̪͒͌ͣ͆͑̐̏̚͝a̷̻͖̙̗͓͙̮̣͎̬̹̹̭̣͑͋̃͊͋ͪ̏͆ͫͫ͛͂̂͜n̴͕̟̘͇̫̰ͨ̒̈̽̓ͦ̇ͯ̍ͪͧ͒̇̋̅̔̂͟͟͡d̶̢ͬ̎ͭͥ̃ͦ̏̓͂̌̈͂̉ͤ͗́̚҉̸͈̞͓̹̘̰̖̘̤̲͉̱̳̤̟ ̸̨̛̞̣̝̻̭̐̇͆̀͗͂ͪ̀͗̔̃ͮ͆̕͢g̶͔̯̗̪̝̳̱̯̳̘͔͒̾ͦ̕ȩ̶̰̝̱̘̯̩̟ͧ̾ͯ̊̊̅̊ͤ͌̄͐̐ͩͯ͆̚͘͝ͅt̸͐̿̽̒͗͗͑ͭͧ̽҉͙̬̯̩̣͔̬̥̗͖̦̘͍͈̗̻̜ ̶̧̟̺͕͈̖̠͕̥̣͓̄͂̓ͤ̄̀̕r̷̲̣̜̹͇̝͓̰ͥ̀̌͛͒̓ͪ̑̍̔̿ͮ̌͗͝ḭ̴͖̯̪̮̝̼̖̱̃ͦ́͐ͨ̔̔̏͡͠d̵̟̦̫̳͒̾̽̍ͨ̀ͅ ̸̛̜͔̹̺̥̳̙̗͎ͪ̄̍ͫ͂̎̐ͅơ͙̘̳͈͓̩̖̝͖̻̜̞̭̤̫͚̘̐ͮ̋̍̃ͩ̏ͤ̊͌͐̾̔ͨ̃̚̕͜f̶̷̲͓̯̭̲̎̓̎͞ ̷̸͎͔͈̪̦̱̩͆ͣ̋̆ͤ͒ͩ̇͊̀̀t̩̣̦͇͋̎ͥ̑̉̚͠͞h̴̦̙̲̥̺̐ͫ̆ͬͪͬͦ̇͋̓ͬ̾̈́̂̿ͥ͝ͅe̔̒ͫ̋ͪ̐̽ͣ͒̂͑ͧ̀͆͏̸̤̫̥̮̩͙̤͓̥͎̺͙̪̣̀͟͟s̴̿͋͑̏ͩͫ̃҉̲͍̻̺̯̯e̸̢̳̰̯̠͓͔̖̻̰̯̲̠͇͕̜̯̘͇͒̓̏̽͆̽́ͪͣ͞ ̷̨̛͖̼̘̥͕͇̦̓̂̊͑̌͆̀̋̇́͂͟s̴̖͈̬̩̳̮͔̜̜̥͎̖̬͖ͭ͐ͦ̀̅̓ͣ͋̂̃͌͛̊̈́͆ͪo̜̲̬̤̦͇̙͚̝͂ͫ͋ͮ͑̕n̅̓̎ͨͮ̑̆ͤͨͭ̈́ͨ̅̆ͭ͐̚͝͏̷̸̢̙̙͎̙͖̠͔̥̻s̴̡ͣ̀͑̾̔̾ͦ̉̎̈́̑͝͏̟̭͍͍̩̞͕̘͇̥͚̭̠̤̭ ̴̖̳̬̥̄̔̅̂̄̏̄́̏͐͐͟͟ǫ̧͚̞̟̬͈̟̦̤̫̯̤̦̩͈͚̹ͦͨͮͦ̄̂͐̎̊̎͘f̵̸̧͚͔͍̼͉͍̭̰̭͕̭̺͕͆̈̔ͬͫ̾̈̒ ̨͖͍̖̙̠͔͎͚̝̠̙ͦͣ̍̔ͦ͗̾̀̽́̓͆ͬ̏̂̎ͧ̀͝{̨̭͚̰̲̲̱͉ͥ́̍̓ͩͤͦͧ͌̋ͬ͝B͉͙͍͉̟̰̟̼̒̋ͦͩͬ͊̓́ͦ̽ͩͣͮ͛̈̃̾ͮ́̕͜͞͝o̸̧̨̮̱̞͖͔͍̱̹̼̭͎̤̫̞ͨ̉̓̄̄̔̾ͣ̉̄ͫͫͭ͆̆͐ͮr̵̶̡͓̻̻̜̹̗͎͗̎̐͆͒̑̂͢͟ͅǒ̙̞̼͈̠̻̭̜̪̞͇̞̳͇̞̫͈̭̒ͮ̉͋̉͌̀͐̆ͫͩͧ͛̀́̚n̢̟͖̙͎̻̜͚͙̫̩͋ͦͫ͗͊̎̀̄̔ͪ͒͊ͪ̐̓́ ̸̨͙̰̫͓̟͙͚̫̮͖̙̯̤̐ͬͨͣ̍̆̏̓ͭ̆͆̈́̍̽́ͮ͊́͡͝Ḭ͍̝̪̪̝̭̹̟̦̣͖̣̖͍ͮ̒̂͑̽ͪͨͤ̍͟͝ͅǫ̷̢͍̼̭̙̜͔̞̔͆̄̏ͥ͌d̨͙̯̱͈̰̟̳ͯ̊͛̑̆́̉̔̏̑̕i̶͎̪̳̙͔̼̦̤̝̪̥͆̐̈ͤͫ̐̋̏̍ͦ́́̈́ͬ͘n̛̺͖̖̝̺̤̠̗̲͙̥̥͚̖͇̟̟̾̌̑͌͛ͫͪ̈́̿ͪ͌ͧ̇͛̀̕e̸̝̤͉͙̘̽̑͛ͩͭ̿̓͘ ̡̨͍̗̥̫̈́̉ͨ͗͒̇̈̔ͯ̃̏ͮ́͜ͅŢ͍̺̹͈͙͎̦̝̩̹̠̹̺͙̞̥͆̊̄͋̐͆ͮ͂͐͛̾̽ͥ͂͋̑͡ͅe̫͓͇̥̺̙͍̗͇̪̓ͤͮ̚̕ç̶̪̖͖̭̱̹̰̼͎̩̮̱̈ͨ̏̓́̀͠ͅh̵̢̨̥͍̗͈͇͚͙̠̦̙̣̏͗̂́ͤͩ̎ͦͫ̓̂ͦ͋ͫ̍̊̚͝ͅṉ̵̬̬̲̩̳̣̯̼͉̠̙̠̼͔ͫͩ̿̇̍̃̐ͧ̊ͩͩ̕e͋͋̓̀̑͌́̆͑́ͥ̉͑͏̖̝̥̭̘͖̝̞̫̬͕̟̱t̷̷̯̲̰̟͙̟̂̔ͣ̆ͮ̈́̌͌̉̇̂̕ͅî̟̻̩̄̅̇̓̿͑̈́͗͛ͫ̎ͯ̑ͮ̅ͧ́́̚͘͘͞ͅu̶̴͌̐̍̃̀͏̤̱̰̲̱̠̱͓̭̝̣͔͕̤̮̲͎͉ͅm̴̲̠̹̖̭͕͚̟̥̞̞͉̱̮̝̻̪͎̍ͨͧ̇ͨ͗͗͛͛̏́͒ͧͣͨ̚͜ ̵̛͕̖̲̦͍̝͖͓̟̣̙̙͔͚̘̣͊ͤͣ̐̾ͥ͟͠H̴̅̾̌̾͗͌̈́̈ͪ̾ͧͭ̌̽̆̅͊ͨ͗͜͢҉͖͎̣͙̘̰͕̝̤̲ͅy̸̴̨̛̛̜̩̝͈̖̗̘͚̤̲̩̬͗̔̈́ͩ̓̐ͦ͌ͯ̍̍ͭd̢ͫ̐͒͋̂̀͊͏̴̯̘̲̥̲̰̰̼̙͠ŗ̬̘͇̘̗͚̥̯͎̪̯̈́ͭ̇̇͌͜ͅo̵̰͔̠̰͊̅ͮ̃̐͗͑͆͝ͅģ͎̳̰̠̠̦̤̳̲̪̯͇̱̬͓̬̗̘͍ͦͩ̓̓̋̃̅͋ͭ̀̀ͮ̎͠ẹ̡̛̙͔͕͓̰̩̦̲̯̥̲͊͒͒̉͆ͬͮ́̒̏͂̚͜͠ͅņ̶̩̭̤̱̞͚̠͓̜͕̳͖̜̃̆̓̑͑̈͌͠͠}̶ͬ̎ͮͫ̔́ͪ̈́ͧ͊͊̓҉͏̯͕̞̲̖̲͎̤̦̟͔̞̫́.̉̌ͭ̈́ͮ͋̾ͪ͐͐̚͜͏̵̢̰̠̗̹ͅͅ"

The floating boy flapped his wings. Feathers of light shot out, breaking Diciorector's chains and freeing Daemos and Strelitzia in the process. The boy continued to flap his wings faster and faster. The wind picked up. Quick. Realizing the danger, the two students quickly got away.

The wind blew harder and harder at an incredibly fast pace. Soon enough, a tornado was formed. And in said tornado, hundreds of sharp steel-hard feathers of light flew with the wind. All the demon's eyeball minions were sucked in by the tornado and they were completely annihilated by the razor-sharp feathers.
 
The mysterious boy then directed the twister of feathers at Diciorector. The demon seemed to trapped in there for around a minute before it dispersed the whirlwind, and thus breaking free, using its Kusari Fundo. It then tried to trap the winged boy with it chains. But, before the chains could reach him, the monster was knocked away, hitting a tree with a loud crash.
 
"Bold of you to assume I was going to pull a Bella Swan and let Kuraku do all the work!" Daemos declared loudly, standing were the demon once were.
 
Kuraku!? Rexa thought. Out of everyone, she hadn't expect the boy to be Nex's creepy rabbit plushie. Though, thinking again, she guess that made some sense.

"Ç̫̙̣̬ͩͯͬ̓͂̆̅̑́͢͢ơ̻͚̞̣̻͍̝̬̫̗̗͙͖̦ͭ̊̓ͩ̂̋̽͌ͤ̋ͮ̑̓ͮ̓ͯ͆̚̚͘̕͞͝ͅm̷̨̧̝͔̫͚̟̪̖̝̲̪̣̱͕̝̦̜͔̖ͮ̉͋ͯͣ̈́̂ͭͥ͘ě͈͉̥͙̝͓̼ͣ͆ͪ̀ͥͫͤͦ͋͛ͪ͒̉̓ͫ̃̕͘͜ ̸̵̢̻̲̠͍̮̃͋ͪ̍̔̚͜o̊̍͋ͧ̋̍́̑͒҉̨̤̗̩̺̥̭̺̟͓̪̝̕͝͝ͅn̵̟̝̰̩͓̞͐ͨ̅ͩͦ̐͗͑̒ͭͮͭͥ͘͡,̷̤͉̞͚̩̤͎̩̗͍̭͕̠̳̫̍̎̋͂̈́ͫ̑ͫͣͣ̌ͣͪ̚͟͡ ̛̲͉͈̺̜̟̠̲̻̉̉ͩ̓ͧ͒̒̆̎ͥ͐̊ͨͫ̂͜͞g̡̭̙͈͕̭̺͔͉̝̳̲̖͚̹̰̅̽̋̍͆ͮ̇̀̽ͥ̏ͯ̅͌̚ͅi̍̃͛ͨͥ̍ͪ̔̓̏͊ͧ́́̌͏͈̮͚͉̱̥̙̼͉̩̪̬̟̗͙̀͘r̷̡̢͙̪͇͔̩̲̯͈̗̜̟̼̞̜͓̆̐̋ͣͮ͒̎̌͛̕͝l̴̶̖̖̰͓̤̤͔̯̲̑̑̾ͮͥͤ͌̀y̷̡̮̫͚̝̜͇̣͎͔͈ͧ̍͗̋͋ͭͭ̉ͮͬ͘", the boy in grey, now identified as Kuraku, suddenly told her, "I̧̡̨̮̯̖̟̻͇̱̰̤̜͈̹̺̜͎̺͔ͦͩ̑̐ͮͨ̾̓͋̎̀̀ͅ ̢̩͚̩̬̣̰͈̙̤͍͙̥͕̺̼̦͔̜̃̊ͨ̂̓͘͜͡k̝̭̼̤͕͚̳̤̰̬̬̬̫̲̃̆͊̓̀̀̕n̴̨̮͉̜̲͔̮͔͙̭͓͔̦̬͇̣͂ͫ͂͛͋̓̉̾̈̂̋͋̄̅̊ͩ͊̓ͬ͡ͅo̴͚̘̳̤̭͇̼͆ͥͮ̄͘w̜͓̲̪̰̤̲̠͎̦̉ͯ̿̓ͯ̇̋ͬͭ̑̌͊̓̈̈̓̀ ̵̢͓̘̣̹̞͔͈̝͍̹͇̜͋ͥ͗̒ͣͪ͋̈́͋̎̌ͭͪ̾ͣ͂̚͝ͅI̊̌͑̈ͤ͛̿̍҉̷̨̖͈̖̙̻̟͕̪̣̻̘̗̮͍̼̠͔̥̕͠ͅ'̛͑̄̀̋̒̊͐͋̇̓͗̃͛̊̌͛̋͘͞҉̛̬̲̙͙̬͖̠̯͕͍̫ḿ̡̢̤̳̭̯̺̰͉̦̉́͐ͣ̈́̐͒̅ͩ͛̌̐ͪͪ̄͠ ̶̷̷̟͙̦̠͉͍̲̦̫̦͚̞͈̘͎͓̥̠̫͊̈́̈́̍̃͐̆͢͟h̻̼̼̦͎̭̣̠̩̥̘̲ͮ̇̒̐̓͛̊͊̓̓̇̍ͦ̆̕o̵̢̟͕̼̯̖͔̗͎̦͚͍̜͎̞͚̣̯̪ͦ̋̃̇̾̿͑͊͐ͥ̇̄̽̊͊̀̚tͮͦ͊̈́̒̓̄̍͛̉ͦͨ҉̴̧̱͈̼̺̞͔̣̀ ̤̪͇̘͉̼̭̱̅̋̂̓̾͟͝b̷̡̻̟͉͇̯̮̲̥̫̖͖͓̮͙̖̆ͨ́́͒ͧ̀ͣ͗̊̉ͥ̓ͨ̈́ͣ͆̀̕ͅu̒̐́̎̒͛̅ͬ͗̅ͩ҉̶͎̯͖̻̪̲̜̲̟͇̺̭͉̝̞̠͝t̸̨̗̥̟̼̥̼̥̥͊ͥͦͦ͆̈́̇̅͌͋̿͋ͩ ̀̐ͩͯ͌̀ͧ̾͊̒̋̈́̔̚ ͎͍̩̬͓͇̬̗̳͚̝̼̀͟n̵̡͉͔͓̠̹̮̩͒͊̄̆ͧ́̔ͣ́̀͡ͅoͫͧ̑ͪ̎̒̎̄̾̽ͤͨͭ̒̒͝҉҉̗̻̘̱̞̻͍͟w̄̓̉ͨ͐̒̾͗̚̕͘҉̛̗͇̤̻̻̲̗̼͉̼͔͎͇͜ͅ'̈́̇͛̾ͭ͆̅̈́͏̴̟̣͙͕ş̢̩̜̪͍̻̘͉͖̹͍͔̹̗̳͕̻͚̰͇ͣͣ̏ͦ́ͨͭ̚͠͠͡ ͊͆ͩ҉̖̹̳̜̣̬̠̻̮͚̱͇̺̝̙͓͢ṅ̵͍͔̻͎̪̰̗̣̺̳̞̫͚̫͒͊ͨ́ͮͥ̎̈̋ͧ̋̽͌̐̅͋ͪ̚̕ͅŏ̘̼͎̺͊̍̉͌ͩ̋ͩͣͥ͑̈̍̃́̽́̚̕͞͝tͧ́ͥ́̈́ͧ̓̔̄ͩ̈͑҉̛͔͕̝̭̙̟̣̥͇̩̕͠ ̴̧̞͇͓̥̬͓̜ͦͧ̈̚̚͠ ̺͉̱̝̻͉͔͖̠͍̥̺ḥ̶̶̲͓͔͈̬̩͍̝̣ͫͬ͑̓̀ͨ̓ͦ̅ͮ̊͡e̸̢̝͖͈̠͔͚͍͓̼̜͙̲̬̠̲̻̭ͣ̔ͧ͐͑ͣ́̒̌͆ ̶̛̲̰͇̜̜̖͙̲͖͎͚ͮ̆ͬ̓͗̑̓̅ͨ͊͆ͪ͋̉̑ͣ̋̾̀̚ t̛̲̺͚̤̝̱̝͓̼̅̊͑̆͟͝͞iͭͦ̓̽̀́ͩͭͧ̏ͧ̎ͮ̑͛͏̢̛͔̟̜̣̪͕̟ṃ̜̮͎̩̜̺̥̞͖̲̼̙̺̝̝̖̮ͧͮͩ̅͛̽̒ͬ̃̽ͫ̇̽͂͋̈́͑̀ẻ̏̏̒̿͏̸̰͍̯̘̻̭̯̖̩.̴̧̯̲̝͉̯͚͉͇̗̜̬̫̝̄͋̽̋̐ͨ͟͡ ͩͪ̀̌̑ͭ̔̿͐̄̒̓ͣ́̚̕͏̸̨̩̤͔̟̘̠͉͎͕̮̻͇W̒̽̃͌̃̽̏͘҉̸̞̩͇͍͙͓̩̰̫̳͇͖͚͚̤̫̻͍͢e̵̖̣͖͓̖̻̗̠̠̦̟̹͉̩̗ͣͨ͊̋͌́͗͂̄̈̿̀͘͢͞'̗͔͍̥͇̯̖̲̹̥̹̜̹̬̔͂ͩ͊̊ͨ͑̋ͨͤͨͪ̏͜͡v̷̲̟͍͓̰̜̖͓̫̱͇̙̟̫̟̼̔ͥͩ̎ͦ͑ͤͯ̆̇ͧ͋̎ͭ͗̏̅ͥ̕͢ḛ̗̭̙͙̼͖̼̯̙͓̮ͥ̏̇̑ͣ̋̓̋͂ͧ̀́ͮ̊̆̕͟ ̩̻͇̻̙ͬ̽̄̽̿͑̔ͦ͟͡g̸̸̡͍̦̝̞̯̻̠͔͖̟̗̫͈̤͔͙͉̭̣ͮͬͪ̐̽͂͆ͫ̔͑ͦ̒̿̉̆ͧͣ͂̓ȯ̢̡̧̩͙̜̻͔͓̮̫̱͖̭͉̙̆͗ͬ̑ͥͣ͊ͯͨͫ͊̊ͩ͑͐̓ͮͧ̀̕ͅͅt͒̒ͨͥ̏ͮ̓̐̏̈́ͪ̉ͫ̓͏̷̛̖͉̠̰̭̘̣̖͔̦̪̫̫̕ ̵̣̥̮̘̬̗̓̊͑͑̀̎ͨ̆ͬͯă̸̡̳̼̫͇͈͎̟͍̻̩̟̹͔̟̑̃ͥ̔ͫ́̆̀̕͜ ̶̷͛̀͌͂͛̒ͯ͑ͨͭ͂̉̚̚̕ d̴̢ͯ̇̽̄ͪ̽ͣ͑ͯ͐̽̒͗̅̒̾͝͏̫͔̝̞͉͈͈̼̼̼̫͍̰̲͔͍͞ę̴̥̲̳͚̠ͤ̄͂̔͆ͯ́mͪ͂͆̓ͭ҉̸̤̥̳̱̝̗̀͝o̴̴̩̖̟͓͙̦̼̼̩͓̮͌̈́ͨ̾̓ͨͣ̎̃̉̿̔ͫͣͦ̏̿̀͞n̨͚̜̬̞̘̤̱̳̅ͬ̋̑̏ͪͪͤ̊ͫ͑ͤ̓ͥ͘'̙̳̤͇̭̣̰̝̋̃̾͒̃̇̋́ͬͯͥ̅̾̑̔́͑̚͟͡͞ş̴̗̘͕̹̮̤̆ͮ͂ͦ̉̊̽̈̑̏͛̌̕͘͟ ̵̧̻̹͙͙̦̹͈͒̍ͫͭ̏̎̍͛͊̇͐̓ͤ̌͐́ͫ̚̚̕͝{̧̐ͫ̌͑ͥ͏̫̫̝̪͎̩͘͝Ä̧͙͎͉̦̟̖͎̏ͧ̌͛͢ͅȓ̶̶̡̨̰͔̰̰̿̇͛͝s̴̲͎͖̺͖̟̻̮̩͚͇̘̦͚̮̖̞ͭͤ̂͆̍̐̔̃̒̒́͘͘͜e̶̤̺̹̣͎̣̟̘̪͎͚̦͇͍̰͈ͦ̿̓̽ͬ͛́̀́͊̈́ͭͬ͗̔̐̚͘͜͟͝n̢̞̤̖̪̭̪̻̤͓͇̬̹̻̙͕̾͆͛̍́̀͡ͅͅĩ̥̣̖̙̺͖̙̞͈̪̜͖͕̿̇͋̄͋̌̂̐̎ͦ̏̋̒́̚̕͠ͅc̰̗͔͓̰͖͗ͩ̆ͦ̊ͨ̃̀͜ ̴̰͍̭̮̦͍̫͇̰̼͚̈́̀ͯͣ́͂ͯ̄̍̊͌͜ͅS̵ͭ̍̐ͫͩ̑̾̍́̃ͤ͞͞͏͇̩͍̜͙̙̣̫̩ư̧̝̪̮̪̙͔̲͉̘͚̳̟͕͉̮̌͒ͩͭ͑͋̔͑̊͒̏ͧ͒̑̓̽ͥ͠l̢̢͉̰̟̱̯̹̝̪̼̤̗̪̙̤̲̦͇͔͋ͤ̾ͨ͂̅͑̅͑ͧ̓̀͠ͅf̷̧͎̲̤̤͈͈͍̪̫̮̗̠͉̯̑̌̐̊̅̈́̌ͭ̔͟͠͞ͅu͉̝̤̩͉͚̪̯͉̥̜̞̝ͨ̂ͬͣ͡͡ͅr̡̙͎̫̪̯͇̼̪͐̒̔̇͗̌ͮͧͥ̚͝ͅ}̵̦̝̮̣̣̜͔͚̭̳̺̜̠ͭ̋̂̒͆͌̎̿̇̀ ̡̧̭̪͕͉̙̠͈̬̥̳͉̤̿̏̂͋̔̑̾̀̅̈ͫ̂̊͠͠t͋ͦͭ̎̐̓҉̳͓͙͈̗͇̣͚͕̘̖̥͠ͅṏ́́ͫ̅ͬ̎ͪ͑̏͂ͦ̄ͣ̑̈҉̧̗̞̬̣̹̻͉͈̕͠ ̶̟̝̝͙͚̣ͤ͒̀̊̃̅ͪ̐̂͂ͪ͋̄͘k͗ͥ͂ͥͦͥ̓ͩͦͯ͑͆́̀̚̚̕҉̷̨̖͈̫̹i̷̷̵̴̪̥̜̖̹̠̗̪͖̮̹ͩ̐ͫ̐͒ͣͦ̉͊͂̎̽c̳̗͓͉̰̺̯͎͙̺̀̒̓̊̃̍ͥ̓̅̿͛̋̀͘͡ͅk̷̨͓̳̘̫̻͍̙̭͎̩̤ͬͦͫ̉̿!ͪ͒ͤ̒ͪͨ̐̐͆́̽҉̶̡̫̺̱̩͢ͅ"

"Right. This was not the time. Picking up her lance, she turned to Kuraku.

"You're not that hot, demon boy", she said. "But yeah, let's beat it!"

"Ḇ̵̡͔͕̲̰̺͕̩͍͔͈̰̟̭͕̞̺͙̓̾̎̐ͥ̋ǫ̶͕̹͓̝͖ͧ̓̓̎ͮ̏ͭ͋̈̐͊͐̊ͣ̐ͯ͜l̶̸̛͙͙̣̲͇͔͙͓̺̥̬̻̘̙͔͕̲̳̖̾̅ͫ̿ͤͦ́̿͋̚͠dͬ͒̄ͫ͏̶̛̙̹̟̳̠͇͇̞͍͍̫̕͜ ̸̨̩͈̙̳͈͓ͦͮ̾̏̅̄̍̏ͬ̓ͤ̍̄̎̚̕͟͡oͭ̿̾ͭ͐̓͆̇̃̌̇̋̂̈̒̓̚̚҉̗̮͎̜̟̲͖͚̭̲̻͔͚͉̥̱͘f̢̡̧͙̟̹̦̼̘̘̯̦͇͓̯͇͔̭̹͔ͦ̂̔ͭͤ̽ͬ̇͘ ̸͎̯̹͎̗͕̮̱̲̰͇̞̣͉̙̖̻͕̈́̿ͦͥ̾̇ͬͤͧ̓͢y̶͇͙̦̞̠̫̻͂ͬ̐́̚͝ǫ̴͒͊͐́̓̉͏̧͕̟̖͖ù̴̸̡̙̲̩͇̭̺̰͚̱̖̉ͩ̿̓̀ͨ̋͗ͣ̅̆̌ͨ͛̔͌ͨ̒́ ̡͕͎̫̤͎ͮ̅͐̿̉ͪ̌͗̒̂̒͊̌̀̍͐ͪͣ̕͢t͉͈̦̬̲̝̙̬̻͚͚̼͆͊̌̂̃̆ͨ̑ͨ̒̅̐̿ͤ̚̚͘͞o̫̩͎͔̥͓͉̝̬̙̯̗̱̹̘̱̪̮͕̓̃̍̅̂͡ ̡̱̘̝̦̺̥͓̯̜͙̘͔̭̙̥̟͛̓̉ͫ̏ͨ͋͜͝͞a̷̢͖̼̙̱̘̞̞̦̹̲͖̹͈̙̫ͫ͆̇̅ͯ̇ͫͮͭ̃̇s̸ͩ͂́̓ͥͤ̎ͦ̉ͥ̄ͣ̇̀́̕͏̥̮̣̗̜̫͈̫̪ͅš̵̩̙̤̱̗̰̼̞͎͚ͩ̍͗̓͑̅͊̔̌̓ͭͧ̓́́͢u̴̶̡̫̜̗̖͇̪̫͙ͨͫͮͮ́m̷̵̫͚̹͍̼̥̞̳̰̪̯͌ͩ͛͆͆͂͂͊̉ͩ́̀ͅē͕̩̪̯͓̣͖͚̫͉̞̩̘͇̪̙͌ͫ̔ͥ̐̍̾̽́̚͘͟͝ ̴̹̫̻̫̤̮̘̋ͥ̅̈ͮ͒̔͂͢͞͠t͕̖͎͇̫̯͎͎̙͗ͥ̓ͪ͌̎ͯ̃ͧͪ̋͂ͮ̀͟͠͡h̸̡͙̲̬̯͕̻̖̮̔̂̄̐̽̀̾̔ͧͨ͜i̺͎̣̺̤͔̟͐̾ͥ͑̾́̄͊͛̊̽͊͐̂͒ͨ̚͟͠͞s̵̡̟̜̥̹̗̙͎̗̣͍͍̩̠̳̹̰͚̊ͫ̽ͮͦ͑̕̕ ̶͎̩̤̬̼̝̫̼͚̤͖͊̃̀̇͌̊͞i̡̨̻̗̘͇̙̻̤͓̼̯̮͇̹̙͕͔̯̹̿̎̈̄̾ͩ͊͑̑ͪ̽̇͒̃͊͒̄̌̀̕s̶̡̩͈͚̫̥̏̀̋̚̚͟͜͝ͅ ͦ͛͌̇̈́̐̃́̊̀͋̃͠͏͖͔̭́͘͡m͚̠̖̫͖̟̹͓͈̤̗̼̣͍̟̰̎ͧ̓ͩͫ͌ͩͦ̊̈́ͯ̈́͐̋̓̌ͧ͘͘͠ͅỵ̗͍̝̭̞̹͚͖̍ͩ̀͋ͪͩ͆̈́̆ͥͪ̍͆ͭ̿͗ͩ̚͘͢͟ ̡̡͉̤̤̱̘̺͙̮̣̙͙̜̫͔̲̺͐͆̌͂ͯͦ̔͂ͯ͐̄͛̀̚ẗ̸̢̰̺̰̥͉̝̰̞̖̲͓̙̻̼̝̺̦̪́͆̍̄̔ͥ̈ͫ͆̋̐̌́̚̕ͅrͪ͊̓́ͫ͊̾ͬ̓̊̀́̉̒̇ͪ͟͏̹͚̖̼͚̪͈̼̥̪̞̕͘͝ų̸̥̣̹̲̳͉̟͙͎͕̋̐ͭ̽̍͋ͭ̃͒̓ͨ͌͗́͘͠ͅͅḛ̴͉̘͓͖͈̪͔̱̱̻̥͎̤̮̱̏̇̏̊͑͘͘ ̷̛͎̘̳͕͚̻̫͔͍̐̂̆͒͒͒̍̏f̵̱̖̥̗̪̱̺̳͙̪̹͖̳̖̲̯͐ͯ̆ͣ͐̇̒ͪ̇̋̉̽̎ͣ͟͜o̴͓̪̬̻͙͚͗̍͊̽͗̔͋̀ͤ̈́͌͂ͣ̄̏ͯ̀͂̀͘͠͝ŗ̷̛̣̬̳̼̺͔͚̇̌͂̂̔̽ͦ̇̊̿͒ͦ͋͐̍̅̐͂̚͡͞m̶͈̬͍̜̻̯̘̣͎̱̥̩̯͈̭͚̱̈́̑ͬ̌̍̊ͯ̍̀̇̈̓ͦ̀͜͞", he said before flying back into the fray by Daemos Nex's side.

The Student Council member was taken aback for a few seconds. However, she quickly snapped out it and joined the other two.

Another flap of wings, another set of feathers blasted at the demon. It raised a wall of chains, protecting itself from the piercing feather. Daemos ran towards it from behind. He jump up and brought down his axe. Diciorector turned around and used the Kusari Fundo to block the attack. Sparks flew as chain and axe clashed. Taking advantage of the fact that the demon wasn't paying attention to her, Rexa rushed in and got a solid hit on the demon. It staggered backwards. Kuraku swoop in, grabbed the demon and threw it against the school building. A crater (not hole) was left on the wall. The two students, plus one Kuraku, rushed in. However, before they could reach it, Strelitzia's demon let out a spine-chilling shriek, temporarily putting them to a halt. Out of the ground, chains shot out, binding them.

"Damn it!" Nex cursed, realizing what happened. "This move again." It seemed like when they were temporarily immobile, the monster drilled it chains into the ground, manipulating them to travel towards Kuraku, Strelitzia and him before bringing them out to restrain the group.

"No!" The Student Council member said, a fire burning in her golden eyes. "I will not let my fears defeat me. Never again!" She shook and twisted, trying to break free.

"Ĥ̴̛͓͇͈̖̼̙̪̙̯͇̪̹̦ͮ̏ͤ̑͞a̴̶̵͚̱̭̖̩̦͚͍̟̲̩̩̪̝̪̪ͭ͗ͮ̍ͩ̒̌̂ͣ̐̒͜ĥ͛͊̓͂̇̑̂͛̋͛̉̐ͤ͐̋̕͘͏̞̣̱̤̟̺͓̘͙̺̮͍͍̠̪͔̘̹̙a̵̶̡͍͎̼̼͍̝̼͉̟̤̹̽ͭ̏͂̇̓͆̍̄ͫ̀͌̋ͦ͗͘h̗̜̰̹͍̱̺̻͍͖͙̟͈̼̯̆̉ͪ̂̑ͮ̈͛̍̏́ͧͫ̏͌̌ͣ̇̀͜ạ̷̢͔̳̠̰̲̏͊̔̾̂ͥh̴̴̢̟̰̗̖̪̝̺̟̥̻͎͇̺͉̳͔̣̓̔͗̎̒ͩͬ̋a͌̊̀̊ͩ̾͏͏͍̟̟̼̙̥̣̪̪̝̟̥͡h̸̡͖̳͕̗̜̺͖̺̩̮͚͒̆ͣͯͫͩ̐͆̄̐̃̔͜͞͞a̶̢̡̧͚̬͕̼̼͈͔ͥ̈́ͭ͊ͧͬ̋ͥ̋̀ͩ̃̀!̐ͬ̓́͗̋҉̶̬̻͇̭͖͓̲͎̫̻̜̦̦̺͓͚̘̳̥" Kuraku laughed. "T̴̹͇̺͎̫͙̮ͩ͋̋̅ͣͬ̊̋ͬ̀͊ͤ̎ͤ̀h̸̡̛̰̻̼̘͍͖̰̭̺̎̓̈́͆ͯ͒͗̑͛͑ͤ̐ͪ̎̆͑͑́͢å̸̢̛͚͚͙͚̹̩̞̖͉̳͗̉ͦͤ̉ͬ͌́ͭ͌́͢t̵̛̙̣̱̼̲̲͉̥̲̘̓̐̋ͭ̏̅̏̌̈̽́͌͑̊̾͑͊̐̚͘͟'̷̢̫͚̙̱̪͇̲̥̳͚͓͙͖͓̭̹̈̅̽̔͌̎ͮ̿͂ͫ̂s̟̥̙̙̹̥̄̂̅͆͑̾̀ͬͤ͒ͭ̍̿͌́͜ ̨̨͉̥̣͖̠͖͚̭̝̥̹͚̰̜͇̃͗̋̂̾ͩ̅̌̊̉̀͘͜t̵̫̪̝̻̘̬̋̒͌̏͛̽̏ͣ͂ͨͤ̍ͨ̍̂ͣͫ͑ͧ́h̹̤̹͔̩̤̼̩̙͎̜͉͉̰̼ͮ̈́̌͛̄̈̇̌ͫͧ̇͒̚͢͞e̶̸͖̖͈̙͍̱̺̺͓̫̖̩̱͚̓͑̇́̌̈́̓̑̾͋ͣ̋̑̀͑̉ͮ̌̆͘͟ ͯ̿ͤ̎̾̿́ͯ͐ͬ̋͗ͭ̿ͩͣ̆͏̛̻͍̹̩͈̫s̴̵̡̝̗̜̲͙̬̳̬͖͚̼͙ͨͮͨͭ̓̚͠p̡̡͔̹̩̭͑̓̑̃̅̀ͦͮ̔͒̎̓͒ͧ̆̿i̷̸̧̭͔̟̫̼̬͓̣̳̭̤̣̘ͭ̈̿̂͘ͅr̡̛̛̠̘̤͇̭͖̻̣̜̩̣̐ͪ͊ͬ̂ͫ͋̇̓͠ͅi̧̲̜͓̪͈̬̘͔̤̱̦͖ͤ̆̍̊̅̊ͨ̓ͩ̀̏̈́́͟͢͠t̨̼̦̩͕͈̮͉̩̗̝̽̉͐ͩ̃ͯ̂̅͑̀̃ͭ͊ͫ̉̊̈ͤ̚̕͟͡!ͩ̋͋̎͒̈̅ͥ̂҉̵̧̬̙̱͙̟͚̝̣̰͉̝̝ ̴̷̴͕̖͖͕̼̝̹͊ͩͣ̀T̴͇̼̞̫͐ͩ̐ͭ͞͠h̨͓̺͖̫̺ͧͭ̅̿͐͒͌͒ͯ̄̊͐̋ͦ̆̔̆͋ě̢͎͓͖̹̪̲̟̫͇̯̱͍͎͖͚͈̼͕̄ͤ͟͞ ̡̢̛̻̤͖̗͓̱̙̘͎̻͙̼̼͕̝̫͙ͧ̈͊́̓̊͒́ͅ[̴̀͊ͥͣͦ͂̒͑̍͜͠͏͇̞̞͉̮̻͉̥͍W̒̃̈̈̏ͮ̅̉̏͘͠͏̱̰̘̣͖̱̟̠̩͚̣̭͕̥͝͞i̶̡͉͖̪̣̩̤̘̤͙̣̗͎ͪͯͥ̇ͬ́͞nͭͮ͑̌́̋ͧ̽ͮ͌ͩ̿ͦ͊̇̑ͯ̓̚҉͈͕͚͍͍͖̬̫̳̤̱͡g͂͂ͧ̑ͨͥ͊̋҉̻̰̯̘̳̺̖͎͔͝s̵̤͓͈̰͎̹ͥ̉͂͌͒̒ͫͣ͊ͥ̓̐ͦͮͅ ͯ̅̔̈͌͗ͨͪͫͫ́́͗͑͋ͥ̈̈́ͦ͘͏̖͕͖̺̱̼̙̥ō̸̧̲̠̘͙͖̰̤̯͍͙̮͎̹̔̓ͧ̚͘͠ͅf̂̃͊̍̇͐̂͗͊̈́ͩͮ̄̀ͦ͂̆҉̡̗̭̤̖͇̻̮̭̪͉͎̻̹͚̤͍͓͡ͅ ̶̮̖̹͍̖̠̲͚̙͕͍̪͇̰̺͗̒̈́ͩͦ̋̈͗͒ͬ̈́ͦ̅ͥ̎̅̕ͅ F̶̼̜̯̠͈̠͉̰̣̌̇̒̋̔͜r̶̵̨̅̏ͣ̒͂̈́ͣ̎͊ͮͫ̉̽̍̚҉̮̰̖̹̗̥͔̗̤̲͓̳͕̹̫̙͎ͅe̵͕̞͔̤͉̘͎͖͔͉̦̝̰͉ͣͤ̆̄̐̓̌̀̈́͒́͗̑ͮ̊̍͗̈ͦ͞eͮͬͬ́ͮ͑̓̾͏͇̘̠̘̙̫̀͟͠͠d̷̡̨̡̂͂ͮ̄͒͛͌͗̀͐ͩ҉̝͙̥̙͇oͪ͌̋̂́̽҉̠͔̝̝̦̖̮̤͕̯̝̫͇̯̬̣̭͓͘m̴̡̙̫͉͈̩̗͇̆́ͮ̂ͭ̀̾̄̓ͧ̍̽̐̀̾͘]̸̷͙̞̝͚͔̤̲̯͇̭̦̗͖̺͈̫̗̼ͧ̉ͥ̋͑̉̾̒ͩͯ ̧̼͎̪̬͇̼̬̩ͥ́ͪ̓̉̈́ͮ̇̄͆ͭ̾̊̉̏̔̌ͣ͜͠s͎̞̟͎͍͎̎̋ͪ͛ͮ͋̉͠͞͡h̨̖͎̫̱̮̤̗̪̲̅ͬͯͥ̄̆͋ͧ̀̚͝å̷̶̧̪̙̥͇̯̞̫͖̱̥̜̱̪͓̥̖̊͒̐ͥ̉̎̑ͅl̢̢͓̖̱̼̼̱̐͊ͯ̓̆̄̌̌ͣͪ̿̓ͤͧ̚͘͘l̷̴͍̻̤͕̬̟̳̪̜̬̥̹͋̽ͫͤ̽̌ͥ͑͘͡ ̷̝͇̦̲̘̼̖̖̖͇̼͙̗ͤ̉̽̊̈̄ͨ̔́̅̊͛̎̅̇̚͢n̸̨͈̤̩͎̮̩̘͓͔̲͔̳̬̹̫̩̆ͤ͊ͭ̐͌̍̈ͭ́͒̑̀͡ͅǫ̫̣͕͔̻̏̀̊͂̆̉̾ͦ̐̒̈́͊͛̎̈́̀̚͢t̷̸̨͎͚̼̟̯͕͚̩̫̠͍͎͈̖̞ͧͦͣ̆ͬͯ͐ͨ͆ͥͨ̊̂͛͑̇͆ ̶̨͔͔̦̳͖̰͓̯̾ͮ̉ͩ͛̈́͡͝b̵̨̳͙̪̼̝̱̣̪͙ͬ̇̽͗̽ͭͤ͌̍̈́͂́ͫ͜͞ͅͅę̛̰̪̳̪̻͈̲͔̙̋̄ͩ͑̊ͮͯͦ̓͝͡ ̨̭̘͎͍̯̹͇͙̞̣͖͙͓̭̭̬̇̐̓̏̑͒͊̃ͯͤͩ͆ͭ͑ͮ̓ͨ̇̚̕͢͜s̨̞̤̮͈̝̯̺ͬ̾ͨ̌͊͆ͩ̑͑̐͒̅ͤ͛͝t̵͖̟̱͎͖̼͔̪̳̗̙̱̹͚͉̠͙̎̅͊̋̅̆͋ͨ̊ͧ̿͝o̧̙̞̫͈͖͖̖͎̳̰͍͖̠̫̦͓̪̺ͪͥ̔ͣ̎̏ͪ̄̐ͭ͠͞p̨̩̩͕͖͖̗̮̠͔̖̮̺͉̲̪͍̖̓̇͆̒̀ͪ̈́͂͊͊͛̏ͨ̍ͣ̊͒ͨͦ͟p̢̗̰̹͍̥̟̘͙̲̭̻͍̹͙̝̌̿ͨ̀ͧ̓ͨ͛͌ͩ̀͟e̷̢̝̬̥̙̗͇̼̞͚͕̬̪͉̳̾̿̍̇ͯ͌ͪ͊̈́ͬ͗̈̚ͅd̷̴ͤ̔̃ͮ̽͆͌͢͡͏̳̰̤̦̲͎̜̮̤̘͎͖̭̳̭̝̥̣͎ ̵̵̡͕̺͔̲̤͎̜̭̯̗̞͎͙̮̬̒̔̏́̒̔̽̎̀̃̌̽̈́̀̑̏͟b̸̛̰̟̞̦̲̜̗̻̯͓̳̟͌̀̇ͨ͛́͡y̡̥͔͔͍̲͇̖̗̘ͭ̍̈͐́̆́͝͝ ̸̺̯̱͖̖̃͂ͪ̒͋̐ͥ̒̎͛̂̋͘t̴̛̮͎̞̰̞̜̯̙͍̙̣̞͉̩̮̻̜̥̻͆́̊̐̋͌́͡͝hͬ̾̈́ͩ̎ͦ͏̴̧̱̞̞̬̣̟̤̜̞e̠̙͈͚̤͕͕͓̝͔͓͇̬̭͗̏ͫͨ͑̈́ͨͤ͐́͘ ̴̴̨͉̠̜̙̠̳̳̦̘̣̟̳̞͖͕̻̾̍̋ͧ̒̽͒́̿ͩ͛ͤ͘͝[̶̨̡̖̞͔̬ͤͨ̔̚͟͞Ŗ̴͚̰͉̪̲̼̥̫̺̯͇̠̯͙͓̦̰ͥ̽̔̈́ͪ̈͆͋́̈̏͘ȩ̷̡̦͎̘̝̖͖͖̳͐ͭͨ͊͛̓ͯ̅ͫ̈̋̔̒́̐̌̅͆̚͡s̩̭̲͉̺̭ͧ̂ͥ͋̎̕͜͞͝t̶̢̡̺̰͕̪̤̙̙̅̈͐̌̚͡ŗ̵͇̲̜̗͙̺̦͓̖̲̠̖̭ͪ̈ͥ̇̍ͥ͋ͧ́ͣͯ̌͌ͫͨ̀͜a̵̷͈͇͚̞͓͎̮̟͍͈̋̋̔̓̔̅i̵̸͎̳̜͉̺͈̞͔̣̟͍̬̼̩̗͎͔ͣͩͫͣ̽ͨ͞͡͝ͅņ̣̰̹͈̻͗̑͂̑͐͋̆̇́̉ͫ̾ͭ́͟ͅṡ̵̸̡̜̞͉̮̯̈͌ͤ̒͛ͣͣ̃͗͞͞ ̶̥̠͚̤̖ͮ͒ͩ̌͊͗̎͑͆̾̄ͧ̎̌̌̇̿ͭ́o̷͕̰̞̣͉̻̣͔̫̰̰̪̦͎̞͉͔̦̪͌̅̀ͯ͐ͧ͊ͤͯ́̿̌͝ḟ̸̴̤̩̭̯̱͛̔̂̈̊̅̍ͣͭͣ̓ͭ͌ͅ ̷̓ͭ̈́ͨͥͦͮ̽̈́ͨͤ̈́̉͛̌ͤ̚҉͏͇̥̫̝̝̲S̨̮̤̪͙̠̻̣̦̬̓ͮͮ̃̎̋̉ͭͧ̓͝͞͡͞ͅo͛̏ͤ͊̾͑̓͒͋̈́͂̓͑ͣͣ̕͜͏̡̛̗̘̬͉̺̝̩̺̤̠̜͚͎̯͕ͅͅc̸̨̧͇͕͉̳͎̯̩̙̀ͦ͑͑̀͟ͅḯ̛̛͔͈̼̜̺̺̯͕͓͔̲͍̩̼ͣ̾͂̽ͣͣ̋̈̑ͦ͊̋͂̕e͙̤̗̬̬͑ͦ̈ͥ̑͠t̡̋̎̋ͩ͑̌ͭ̓͘҉̷̙̻̰͇̲̟͡y̧̥͎͔̻̱̺͐͒ͧͥ̅ͥ͋̑̾͊̐͌́͊]!̢̟̻̫͇̫̖̻͙͖͕̟̯͎͙̮̙̖̃̇̿ͨ͒ͣ̔ͤ̇̑ͮ̍͂́"

The feetless boy's wings shone brighter and brighter, grew bigger and bigger until they broke the chains. He fully opened the wings and they were huge! Each wing is at least four time his size! The boy shot up. The chains tried to recapture him but they could not match his speed. He laughed freely in his weird, twisted, warped laugh as he soared across the pinkish purple sky. He spun round and round as he positioned himself vertically. He fully opened the wings. Millions of white projectiles of light shot out as the wings turned back into nothingness. Explosions of light ignited across the school grounds, blinding everyone. The restrains broke. The monster was brought down. Clouds of smoke and dust filled the air...

...

Must not fall... Must destroy all those who oppose... Must not fall... This is not the end... Must continue... Destroy all those opposed...

...

"This is the end!" A voice was heard through the smoke.
 
Shnk!

Before Diciorector could react, a lance was pierced through its eyeball-head. And holding on to that lance was a girl with hair of fire and golden hawk eyes. With a fierce determined expression on her face and her hair dancing in the wind, she looked like an angel of judgment ready to wipe out all that is evil in this gloom and melancholic world.
 
Crash!
 
Like glass, the demon broke into a trillion of fragments. The swirled around the girl, reflecting off the sunshine, shining bright like diamonds. The wind picked up. The fragments danced gracefully in the sunlight under the never-ending lilac sky of dreams. They twirled in front of the lance-wielding girl before, in a flash of light, turned into a blond boy in a dark blue suit. He wore an azure cape with feathers of white, a cape which was split in the middle, the two halves freely swaying in the wind like a pair of wings. He also wore a pair of gold-platted gauntlets, each with an angel wing and a cyan gem. An eye-patch shielded his left eye and a military cap rested on his head. On both of them was a symbol: a sword with wings inside a hexagon. Then the girl noticed the boy's eye. An intense golden hawk eye. Like hers...

"C̡̧̩͚̺͎̻̮̰̞̘̯͍̭̞̖̪͙ͩͨͬ͑ͯͧ̓̈́ͨ̏̆̒̿͛̃͞ͅơ̵̢̳̣̦͚͓͚͔̮̂͌ͣ̒̂̄̇́̕ͅn̷̢̦̙͇̭̬͖͓̹̰̼̮̗͙͚̬͉̞̹̊ͥ́͗̎̑̂̇͗ͥ̆͢͢g̸͍̱̱̖̼̗̬̪̒̃͌̾̓ͪͩ̓̾͗̿̃ͦ̋̀͘ͅͅr̷̦̺̭̹͑̔ͤͭ̌ͧ̆̚ą̴̴̷̭̖͈̳̜̭͖̣̝̩̥̱͙̺͎͍ͮ̓̇͑̀͒ͨ̿̈̎͟ͅt̴̸̙̳̮̭̲͐̋ͣ̂ͤ͆̏ͭ͟ủ̵̧͍͕̝̱̖͈̮̺͉̠͉͎̪͚͓̻̯̾ͬ̑͌̽͟͢͡ͅͅļͬ̃̉̌̔̋ͫ̄̀͐͆̌̎̾ͬ͊́́͏̬̥͎̼̦̖aͩ̓̇ͤ̓̔͛̈́̄̋̽́̀ͨ̇̎̉͛ͣ̀͘͜͝͏͚͎̰̻͉͈̳̻̘̫̻t̶͕̜̰̟̞̪͖̠̺͖̯̻͐́͊̾̒̀̅̋̅̓̐͗̋̎̏̈͜͟į̪̗͍̫̼̯̻̝͈̾ͣ̃ͮ͊͆ͬ̌̚͘͡͠o̵̼̩̬̖̩̠̯̪̖̘̝͉ͤ̍͌ͧ̏̇ͦ͋͐ͣ̓͊͘͠͡ͅnͭ̀ͭ̌̾͒͊̉͗̐͋ͮ̌ͫ̽̈́ͮ͏̲̲̪̮̩̗̕͜s̴̶̡̧̻͓̖̹͔͓̤̺̦̑ͬͧ̑ͬ͑͛̑͛̿̆́̚", came Kuraku's warped voice. "Y̢̢̱̱̭̘̮̹͎͎̻͓̠͙̩͗̈́̒͒ͭ̈ͣ̎͒̌̋̈̎͒̑̚͘͢͝ͅơ̴̴̛̥͕͇̰͙̩͈̙̥̟͎̭̳̳̦̘̓̇͑̏ͨ̽̇̄͊ͪ͆̾͐̿͒̑̚̚̚̕ų̙̜̻̯̲̜̂̀ͬͮ͜ ̷̛͇̮͎ͫͧͩ̍ͭ̐̓͌̎̈͒̓͆͐̔ͩ̉ͮ͝d̺̭̘̦̖͇̦͈͖̳͉̩̺̻̔̑́ͣ̈́̋̀̎̓̃̚͠͝͡ę̴͑́̍̇̄̄͡͏͎͇̼̳͍͞f͓̪͖̰̰̰͖̮̱̤̦̙̫͓̗̝ͪ͂̔ͯ͋͌̊͌̾ͩͭ̕͢͜ͅͅͅe̟̼͕͖̙̖̓̀͆ͨ̀ͪ́͞ą̷͈̯͕͙̥̘̭̬͚̩͂ͨͤ͐ͪ̉̈́ͪ͒̈́͞ͅţ̴̷̳̜̥̜̳̱̽̐ͫ̄ͤ̋̾ͩ̾ͬ̃͌͊ͮ̾̊̓͑̕͢ę̶̡͕̞̫͐̏ͯ́ͫ̎ͪ̆̇̇͠ͅḏ̲̜̼̗̬̱̞̥̐͒̀̆̈́͛ͤ̆̉̽ͭ͝ ͕͓̰̮ͩ̎͗͌̀ ẏ̷̗͈̺̩̬͙͎̟͍̱̼ͭ̒̋̓̀ͅo̷̶͍̪̥̣̗̫̽ͬ͐͑̂̄͘uͩ̓̈ͪͤ͒҉̷̛̘͖̼̙͖̭̼͈̻̞̹͓̠͕͓͙͉͕ͅr̶̬̥͚̗̹͇̺̱̱͍̳̠͖͎͕͚ͥ̑̒̽ͭ̃̌̐͒ͬ͆ͮ͆͒̿͝ ̷̗̻̟̫̤̦̆̊̑̂̊̓̄̈ͭ̏̊̽ͥ̕͡ͅd̢̠̲͔͓̝͓̱̟̟̐̔ͥ̌̃̆ͥ̌̿͐̀̆̂̆́̀̚͡ͅě̵̵ͨ̈͑̾̇͐̽ͩ͑͋ͭ͂ͨͭ҉̧͚̱̬̝̯̭̩̬̗m͍̹͉͇̖̖̰͚̝͚̗͇̯ͫ̽ͣ̅͑̃̉̓͊̑ͧͥͥͫ̀̀ȯ̷̬̻̜͈̠̞̖̤͓͔ͥͥ͡n̘̣̭̫͚͎̠̼̙̝̰̟͇͚̖̙̺̉ͦͨ̅̊̓ͤ̃̋ͤͦ̎̔̇̀̀͜ͅ ̀̊͋ͫ̅̃ͧ̂ͣ͛̏̅̉̃ͤ̚҉͏͙͚̮̥̪͔̤̱̘͖͎a̴ͤͦ̿̿ͫ͂͗ͯ̕͟҉̙̳̫̭̫͎̙̭̜̭͇͙̻͉̭͉̝̥ņ̴͇̞̮̞̝̙̻̥̌̑͌̉͆̇̈̑ͮ̊̎ͦͣ͡d̡̘̩͉̞̻͆ͨ͆̊̆͋̎̽ͪ̅̀̚͘ͅ ̴̢̬͙̼̼̜͍̟̮̞͎͖̟̮̝ͣ̈́̐́ͥͤ̔ͦ͛̓ͣͥ̎̀w͂ͬ̿͌͒͊̇͏̷̘̝̥̮̖̟̺̬̬͉̹͓̭̻̤͇̣͈̻ő̧͎̝̮̻͙̣̺̰̪̈̈̚͜͝n̷̡͎̜̗͓͖̩͓̩̰̬̭̪̟͖̼̱͔̍͌ͫ̍̽̉̾̈́̓͒ͦ̄̚ ̙̜̯͍̬̫͇̠͍̬̹̺͔ͣ̂ͫ̽ͧ͑̌̈́ͩ̅͌̆ͯͦͮͭ̿̓ͮ̀ȳ̢͓͉̲͓͎͉͓̮̳̻͔̮̖̫̳̩̤́̎͛̉̓ͬͬ͌̅̆̃̃̔ͫ͜͠͡ͅo̵̧ͧͧ̔̿̇͂̋ͯ҉͖͎̥̼̟u̸̶̲͍̯̣̗̙̲̘̖̣͙̳̦̤͇̭̻̘̪ͥͮ̀ͭ̏ṙ̷̡͙͍̭̫͈͉̭͓̮̠̙̰̜̫̳͙̼̝̽̇̄̎ͮ̓̌͆ͫͥͨ̏͑͟s̲͔̥͈̞͉̗ͭͬͫ̇ͩ̇͑͛̕͢ȩ̡̟̦̬͍ͬ̃ͣ̇̍͑̉̌̏͋̓̾ͯ̃̑͐ͬ̃͝l̼̤͓͉̩̠͉̐͛̓̋̕͜͞ͅḟ̙̼̩͓̹̭̹͙̮͇͖͔͈̠̗̱͆̈̅͆͑̍ͪͦ̿͑̀͠ ̮͚̰͉̠̬̊̃̀ͫ̎̏ͩ̋͝͞͞ͅͅa̘̭̫̱͗̽̿̓ͧͣ́ͨ͆͌ͦͬ͌̆ͣ͊̉̚͠͞͞ ͨ̿̐̉ͮ͌͗ͭ̽ͨͧ̿͐̃ͧͤͧ҉̷͓̫̺̠͎̘̩͇̼̹̣̳̜̻͔̯̹̭ͅp̵̡ͧͯ͊ͦ̎͐ͯ̐ͫ̄̅̆ͭ͒̽̽͢͏̛̞͚͕͕̳̫̟̬͓͎̣̘̦̺̟ͅe̡̛̲̩͙̹̺̭̟̓ͦ̌̾ͩ̓͒ͣ̃ͨ̌ͧͮͪ̃̂̕ŗ̨͚̯̯͎͉̳̬̹͇̹̻̼͍̟̻̼̳͔̝ͫ̒̈́͐̌̂͐͆s̴̢̤͍͈̣̭͚̖͍͙͙̯̮͚͔̗ͣ̈́͂͑̔̋ͩ̎̾ͬ̏ͤ̊ͨ̾̔ͥ͊̚͘͢o̵̥̙̺͖̱̻͖ͮ͑̍͗̀ͭ͒̀ͦ͌̅̒͐̃̌ͪ͘͢ṅ̽̏̇̐̒̒̏ͦͯ͐ͪ̒̋͗҉̡͉̥̻̖͎̘͔̮̰̕aͮ̏̇̑̎̒̊͌ͯ̎͏̫͕̝̘͘l̷̨͈̖̥͓͓͍̮̫̏́̿̅̂̓̌̾͌͂͋̄ͧͥ͋̒͌̾̋̕̕ ̵̸̞̪̲̺͓̥̝̟̮̫͈̫͕̾̎̿̐ͨ̐̃͗ͧ̎̒̆ͭͣͭͅgͣ͑̑̓̋͒ͤͪͨ́̈́͌͘҉̪̝̦̣̲̺̯̲̪̣̠̠̘̙͍̜͇͝ͅų̦͖͍͍̪ͪ͊̊̇ͧ̀͢͠ͅã̸̧̜̳̳̦̘̯̝̬͚̖̥̤͓̞ͯ͊ͦ̔̌ͯ͞ͅr̷̡̛͓͖̘̳͎͔̥͎̪̪̻͚̫̞͗̿ͫ̈̓́͟ͅd̷͒̔̈̒̇̈́̎ͩ͂̄ͩͧ̏̔͑̚͢҉͏͇̠̘̝̤̠̭̼͇̫̮͝i̶̳͚͇͚͉̇͊̿̓͒ͧ̃͆͌ͮ͒ͩ̎̈̐̓͒͜a͊̑ͩ̊ͬͩͤ̊͏̡̨͉͎̥̩̜̭̖̣͔̗̹̱͎̫͡͞n̸̢̛͆̅ͮ̂̄͒ͫͤͯ͐̆҉̲̭͈͖̦̺͕̰!̧̢̥͓̻͖͎̥̖͈̭̭̲̰͖͎̟ͬ̃̈́̂̿̇̿͊̾̂̊͊̆̾̀"

"What?" Strelitzia ask, confused.

"When someone manage to defeat their demon, they gain a guardian", Daemos elaborated. "Granted, they are not very useful. All they do is stop their owner from spawning another demon." He paused before adding: "They can also help you with fighting in the 「Discord World」, I guess."

"Is that so?" The girl wondered.

"Name him" Nex told her.

After a couple moments of silence, the redhead told her guardian: "Your name will be Eljin. Please take care of me."

The guardian nodded. He touched the blade her lance. Carved into it was his symbol. Eljin faded as the amethyst sky bled red. The sun was setting.

The student with eye of gold looked around. They seemed to have returned to the normal world... Turning around, she saw that Daemos was no longer holding his axe. In his hand was Kuraku, already back to being a creepy stuffed animal.

"If you excuse me", he said, "I have to go look for my club and try to explain to them what happened."

"Wait!" Strelitzia called out as he was leaving. "Tell them that I'm sorry and that your club is no longer disbanded!"

"K" was the boy's short reply.

"But tell them to chill a little too!" She added. "Don't just go around killing animals!"

"Whatevs", Nex said as he disappeared behind the school gates.

Standing alone in the courtyard, Strelitzia Rexa couldn't help but wonder what awaits her in the future... Whatever it is, she will be ready for it...

Author's note: - And that wraps up the series' first installment. I feel like I haven't really been able to show Rexa's tyranny and I feel like the action scenes were a bit lackluster. Oh well, the focus of the story is not on physical battles anyway.
- Oh, and by the way, all the names have meanings related to the characters. I didn't choose them randomly. I spend like an hour researching before settling down on those names. Good luck deciphering them! On another note, character designs:

Strelitzia Rexa:

Diciorector:

Eljin:

Daemos Nex & Kuraku:

- After seeing this designs again, I cannot help but admire how awful the necks look. Well, Kuraku and Daemos came out pretty well but the others... Yeah... Nah...