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"Hmppppfhhh...yeah, that would be typical of these dummies. They hardly recognize the greatness of Sazza and her genius", the goblin says with a cheeky grin on her face and her hands on her hips. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes."I have no human blood on my hands. There is no reason I would kill a random human", she goes on, being very truthful and knowing her kind often gets made into scapegoats."I have no idea what a True Soul is....and I don't really care to be honest. I just want to move on from here and start a new life...these other goblins at my village are idiots. I do have experience with combat and sneaking around and such if

Of course they were suspicious. Jumi could hardly blame them, she knew what it looked like. And the truth was, their minds still influenced by the marks, even if the influence was minimal in the moment. This could make it harder than it otherwise would have been. But it being Nymphia was probably the only reason they were not already fighting. These ones looked like veterans of a sort, but they might not have gone through anything like this. Specific things they might not have known. ”Look, I get what it looks like, in your place I might have thought like you. She is no demon though, not a succubus.” A succubus or incubus was the

DOOM gal grins widely behind her visor on her helmet, already plotting what ways she can make these - quite likely - simpleminded creatures do her bidding and be easy to control if needed."Ahhh, that is good to hear. I can imagine you also have a stake and interest in seeing your brethren released from the brainwashing and mind control. I see no reason we cannot have that same goal beyond stopping this invasion", she replies, standing confidently with one hand on her hip. She notices the new silence from outside, but for now focusing on their interaction. Of course, she shares her focus on the two other figures who shows up in the room. While

The magical girls' faces showed confusion, shock or sadness, soon turned into anger at the sight of Shinigami. Nymphia herself had a smile mixed with some confusion as well from their reactions. Turning to look back to Jumi, she nodded. "It's my team...!", she exclaimed but while she looked happy, her team in question did not look too overjoyed. A green haired girl approached slowly and carefully. "What happened to you, Nymphia...? Is this why you were...", she started, biting her lip. Seeing her naked so casually with what could be defined as a fox demon with scary eyes in her opinion did not look good. Worse, they all could see the mar

Nothing from Reika to her, Jumi could not tell what was going through that girl’s head. She seemed to be acting differently, but it was hard to tell what it meant, whether it might lead to something more positive or not. She would have to wait to see what it meant for her. The biggest uncertainty being the annoyance of not knowing how long she would have to wait, but it was not surprising that she had to wait. There were more important things to worry about. She was not actually sure how far they were from the temple, just hoped it was not too much. She was alert as they began to hear voices. This was very risky, they did not sound

Shinigami was thinking about it. Something annoyed her about Reika but she had been the one to create the perfect beast she was... One who died to make it happen. At the very least Nymphia looked as fine as she did the first time she had met her. "...Don't involve demons anymore. Though, I might have made a friend among them. Don't seek to hurt any of these girls again for my sake. No more causing troubles for them.", she warned the Reaper who nodded quietly as response. From what began as a game of death turned into Shinigami finding her way around humans even if that part was not set at all but if Reika didn't cause too much troubles, there

Marry. I have subjectively decided that he is of high enough quality.

Nymphia at least seemed to be doing fine for now. Hopefully it would remain so in the morning. It appeared Jumi would have to wait a bit to see what Mitsuko’s current state of mind was. She prepared herself for the walk. She still just listened to Reika for now, it did not appear she was going to cause any trouble, possible but uncertain if she was going to be leaving in a moment. It just seemed better not to say anything, unless Reika said something to her. She was sure the girl would let her know, now or later, if the two of them still had to resolve things between each other. That girl had certainly caused them plenty of trouble. D

Kaida seemed to curse under her breath as she noticed and remembered the mark. At least she had regained this much sanity from the healing. Nymphia seemed bothered as well but less open to let her mind fleet into unwanted possibilities. With what Mitsuko had done, it was like they never had sex. No lust except from what the mark may do to them as effect. Shinigami shrugged as she heard Jumi and walked closer. "Don't you worry your pretty head... I will keep you safe. Whatever she did also involved me. I feel better than ever now.", she said, pointing to Mitsuko. "I will not try a gate again after what that demon did. Besides, seeing you all w

Sathaniel fought the urge to roll his eyes as the goblin dismissed the name of the Silver Mistress, but he kept his expression measured—maintaining the mask of a patient priest. He had chosen that particular goddess precisely for her obscurity, knowing that anyone attempting to verify his story would face a labyrinth of research and dead ends. He shifted his weight, making his tone gentle but purposeful. “The guards decided it was best if a cleric tried to reason with you. Honestly, at least one of them is hoping I fail.” He paused, letting his gaze drift to the side, then back to Sazza. She would remember the figure he referred to: the

The Marauder stood with an air of indifference, his expression revealing little to the Slayer's probing questions. She had expected this reaction; after all, the Marauder's legion had turned their backs on Hell's forces to align themselves with their sworn enemy. "We have enough numbers to make a substantial contribution to your cause," he declared, his voice deep and commanding. With a snap of his fingers, the cacophony that had filled the main area faded into an eerie silence. The heavy thud of boots echoed down the corridor as two figures approached the room where the Doom Slayer and the Marauder stood. When the door creaked open, tw