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And then there was a Rule 63 AU?

[So. You've played detective, run away from home with the queen of your country and married her, oh, and of course, killed the demon duke who kidnapped hundreds of women. An then you wake up not in your house in a small town in Elphegort, but some big city that doesn't seem to even resemble anything you've ever seen. Naturally, you'd probably be panicked or afraid or even desperate to get home?

Kachessa Crim? Is just plain tired of all this magic bullshit.

So currently, there is a woman of about 27 sitting on a bench, just staring straight ahead with the most linefacy, deadpan face. She is so done, she just wants to get done with this magic stuff and get on with her happy life with her wife and child. That's it. Nothing more.]

...I really need a different job.

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None that I have found in my search.

I am not so foolish as to lay all my hopes in one course of action, however. I raised as much money as I possibly could to afford her the finest medical attention.

...And what good would that money do her without her father, I wonder?

[Ugh, this is terrible. It really is. She wishes she could help him.]

Keep her safe and comfortable while the other vessels are found, I would hope.

I've entrusted the duty of collecting them to a close friend in my stead. One way or another, my wish will be granted.

...And you're sure this friend won't try to take that wish for themselves?

[Because she isn't. Be glad she doesn't know who the friend used to be, she'd warn you the fuck away from her.]

If they dare to take that chance, not even hell will be able to contain me.

...Your sheer stubbornness proves you're descended from me. But I am quite proud of that conviction, even if I don't agree with the methods.

[It's so weird talking to your descendant, by the way.]

[Yeah it's pretty weird talking to your great^40orwhatever grandmother. Who he could've sworn was a grandfather not a half hour ago.]

I must thank you for that conviction, then. It has helped me accomplish great things in life.

Do you have any other questions? I'm not sure what else I could tell you, though...

[But she has a good idea of the times, more than he does.]

[H'mmmm, this is an interesting opportunity, isn't it? She would be too early to give him any clues towards the vessels of sin he's missing, especially since she apparently had no idea what they were. But smaller curiosities could be given into. Especially since everything he's experienced has made him question what is and isn't an "old wive's tale".]

Legend has it that the Duke was capable of a demonic transformation. Do you know if this is true or not?

The source who turned me onto him says it is true, and I have no reason to believe otherwise. I myself wasn't enough of a threat to earn such an honor.

[The man sold his soul, from what she can tell. Killed his family, including her dear friend. She's glad he's dead.]

Sateriajis Venomania was not an easy person to kill. I do not doubt he became a demon to gain his power. I saw it with my own eyes--women bewitched and made to think nothing was wrong with what he was doing. A demonic form only seems to go hand-in-hand with that.

[Troubling. Not clear if that's a side effect of using the vessel or the great extents at which he used it. He didn't like the possibility of something like that happening to his daughter...]

...Just a moment. History had said that you were immune to the effects of his charms because you were a man. Since this is obviously not the case, how, then, did you manage to kill him?

I originally pretended to be a girl who came to join his harem, but I, unfortunately, had no way to hide my eyebrows. He recognized me--I told you, I was the daughter of a Marquess from the same area. Sateriajis and I grew up together, along with his brother, Cherub. So he recognized me and... He decided to be cruel. I pretended to be under his spell after that, mimicking the behavior of the missing women. He believed it and I went to bed with him and... I got back my trump card, him thinking I was under his sway.

[...Speaking of her trump card, she keeps it on her. She brings it out from under her shirt: a pretty, golden key.]

...When he came back to me, I buried the knife born from this into his chest, and that was that.

[There is something Very Interesting about that key--what it is he can't say for sure, but he can't seem to pull his eyes away from it either.]

A knife born from that key, you say...?

Yes. It's a curious thing. I don't understand how it works. A sorceress approached me and said I would need it to slay the demon keeping the women captive. I didn't believe her at the time, but I learned the truth quickly enough.

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And then there was a Rule 63 AU?

...M-maybe. Yeah.

Ha. :V Welcome to the family, Gallerian. Sucks, doesn't it?

You shut your mouth 8T

Nope. 8>

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Bed time for me o/

Niiight!