Instant Messiah

It was a dark room there.

With little light plugged in, the stinking stench stands in as if it were imminent with mass.

Potatoes and water sounds from here and there.

It was a terribly sticky thing.

Electra Villa Detra sighs today in the room for the given play.

No one can understand me.

Nobody tries to share my world with me.

Lonely, sad, empty, so she still bathes in blood today.

Is it worth living for the creatures who die so easily?

If you've lived to be killed by me, isn't that really worthless?

Demons, humans, easily die in a swing of my arm.

Is it worth something like that?

There was little in her raw to date that could not be broken with this arm.

Then is there not so much worth in this world?

Such a childish thing, she always thought.

She has no pain.

She doesn't know the pain, she doesn't know the pain of others.

... Without pain, no one can learn anything.

It hurts if you get beat up, tyrants who don't know it, were still starving for blood today.

I just liked the warmth of the blood.

Looking for something she could cuddle up to, she cried today, even without realizing it herself.

Humans who were noisy enough until earlier that they had just bought them were now just objects that emitted a slight breathing sound.

"Aromatic liar. I asked you to bring me a long time to play."

She enjoyed playing alone today.

Because even her sister can't hang out with Electra's play.

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Mr. Gallon dragged me to the dungeon where I did it.

Look at this robust making!

It must have magical implications as well as an iron lattice, which I don't know, but odd symbols are engraved all over the house!

This room is now only eight thousand gold, no matter how powerful the gods are! We offer it in eight thousand gold!

I missed him on the way, so if he enjoyed brain shopping, he arrived at some point.

"It's this room, get in!

"Yes, maybe not."

I tried to get in from myself so hard, I got kicked in the barn at the time I turned around to respond.

Before I could taste the feel of meatballs, I couldn't breathe because I was stuck in a dovetail. Waste.

"I don't know what the whim is, but your daughter wants to teach you. The first thing I didn't get to Elle was if I was lucky or not...... Honestly, he could have died by the end of the day."

"I think he was more honest than he was earlier."

"Ugh, I can tell by the look in your eyes. He's not a dick. I don't know what you're up to, but think there's no better hope for a long life than coming here."

"I don't know, people don't listen well. I'm offering myself for the devil."

"Then you delight the lady and Elle guy with precision. You'll be dead by then."

"Dear Left, I'd be happy to dedicate myself to this."

"... he's a sentimental bastard"

After changing my shackles from back to front so I can eat and excrete myself.

He threw up, and Mr. Gallon walked away in the hallway facing the dungeon.

It would still be because of the meatballs that the footsteps barely stand.

Good one. I want to touch it.

- But I'm bored.

I wonder what I'll do until the demon king arrives.

I'm tired of being alone.

Shall we go to bed?

The fruit report tells me to sleep and wait.

No, no, thanks. I guess I'll say hello to the seniors who were in here before me.

Courtesy is important, isn't it?

"Nice to meet you, seniors"

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"Oh, I wonder if you're in a diagonal mood. I'm called Nine."

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"Actually, since I first saw you, you know, I don't know"

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"... I wonder if you call it fate. I felt that. You are so beautiful... why are you so nervous when you say this for the first time?"

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"Um... can I touch it?

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"Well, then... excuse me"

That said, I picked up a white boned skull that seemed to have a good touch in front of me.

It has a really good shape.

This must be a bone with a sawdust name, but I don't even know his name.

But it's rude and I'm sorry to leave you without a nickname.

Let's just call him Wilson.

"Nice to meet you, Wilson. It's just you and me in this small room. Let's get along."

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"How long have you been in here? Sounds like a long time."

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"What the hell, you're a lighter. Aren't you and I close? Let's go to Frank more."

"What are you doing?... you still seem distracted"

I threw Wilson. [M]

"Thank you for your patience with this. I was practicing ventriloquism."

Fucking demons...... no, no, demon king, demon king.

Don't make a mistake.

My dear Christella is here.

I turned to her, who appeared without footsteps, because I shouldn't be pointing my butt at the boulder.

………

Beautiful as an angel, she stood there benevolently over an iron lattice, as her arms were put together and the insatiable shore itself took shape.

And I'm sure that anywhere in the world, even if she preceded the king of Volks, that attitude would be the only one allowed to precede the Pope of Seneca.

Because she is now more powerful than anyone else in the world.

That's what Master Tia said and I'm sure of it.

"Excuse me earlier, you seem to have mistaken me. I thought I'd seen your face before."

"... naturally. There is no such thing as a human being who knows the rest of his face. I've killed every human I've ever met."

"Ha ha, that's good"

"? What's good? Is there anything good about being killed by your own people?"

"I don't like humans. Keep doing it. Sieg Agusta!

"Hmm, you lunatic... you know why the rest came here? Crazy machines have something to fix, he said. I just wanted to know if that applies to humans."

With that said, as well as without an iron lattice, Cristella slipped through, as a matter of course, shaking up the whip she had in her hand at some point.

One shot. Two shots. Three shots.

Cheeks. Shoulders. Flank. Ouch, hot.

Wouldn't it leave a mark?

I can't believe I scratched a man's face.

Take responsibility! Marry me!

"... what are you laughing at"

"No. Just as I imagined. You're so sweet."

"Have you finally gone mad? Be kind to those who give the whip, etc."

"I looked close and was convinced. If you were me, it would even be possible to master the world personally. Every military force, every magic, will be sumptuous in front of you."

"... what are you trying to say"

"Why has the Demons not yet been able to rule man? That's where my question comes in. I was still confident in the eyes I saw this, and being gentle leads to sweetness. You have something missing."

"... what, you can say it"

"I'm proud of you. I have no pride in being king of the world. I'm not sure. So I can have a gap in my actions. Sweetness."

She shut up and waved the whip.

"If the forces of the demons, and your power and charisma, could lead the demons sooner, wanting, and taking away the human realm sooner. But then again, Ista, who still only has about the capital, can be dropped."

I bit my tongue in a clap with my cheeks stretched out. What do you care? This might have worked best.

"I don't know anything about you. But this is the first time anyone has made a mistake so far. It's funny."

"It's the ultimate honor. Can I get a reward for one thing?"

"You stranger, say it. I'll just ask you."

"Please, put it by your side. I've always been treated like a slave. [M] I can't help but hate humans. I want to help you destroy humans."

………

She gave the look of a pigeon eating a bean cannon.

Do you take it for granted?

You're lying.

I love humans.

Even if, for example, the treatment below slavery is true.

"… then prove your worth"

Cristella said, pompous.

"Tomorrow, I'll make you El... meet the rest of my sister. Try El's playmate. If I could make it home alive, I'd add you to my Diabolo party in the rest of my name."

"Is it true! Thanks!

Against me with her head down, she didn't reply, she didn't look back, she slipped through the iron lattice as well when she came in, and disappeared as she was.

... It's not a lie that I said it was sweet.

I'm really, really human or Demonic, but I'm gonna have eyes to see.

If you look in the eye, you can largely see the nature of the person.

It's one of my own stunts.

I'm just saying that in her case, that kindness is not something that can be directed at humans.

Then would she have reason to keep such a disrespectful working human being alive?

Just making it a 'idiot' toy wouldn't be enough reason to do that.

I'm supposed to be just a human being for her. [M]

So I was convinced.

She remembers me.

She said no one remembered her face, but that was a lie. Even if it's not a lie, it's wrong.

Only I, at least only I in the world, remember her face.

Yes, I'm sure I'm the only person she's missed. I remember when they pulled up on First Lost when Cristella looked at us. You do remember you, don't you?

That's why you gave me a chance this time.

Or maybe that's why you don't think you can live in front of 'idiots'.

Then I still don't have a pulse.

It's easy to do if you have some obsession with me. [M]

... Nevertheless, the most strange thing I've ever wondered when I saw her is the emotions in her depths.

It's like... I doubted my eyes myself, but I got the feeling I was scared of something.

That's why I'm not sure.

She seems to be the crystal of beauty in this world, and there won't be anything she can shoulder about power.

I wonder what all those people are afraid of.

It's a story that the Demons began to invade humans in full, even after she became the head of Diabolo.

Maybe it has something to do with that.

Scared of humans?... No way.

Well no, for now, one of the most famous demons in the world, the 'idiot' Electra Villa Detra.

I have to survive a chat with her, right?

... something that annoys Cristella.

I wonder if it's the key to making her fall.

Because I'll love you.

I'll love you, love you, love you all.

I'll love you, remember, Christella.

I look forward to seeing what my love will do to you.

Oh, my God.

Hihi, haha.

... Tia. Well, for now, what do we do to keep Electra from killing us tomorrow?

Think about tomorrow. Tomorrow?

Because it's so appropriate, you, human beings forgot... Oh, I'm sorry, don't cry.

Because it was my fault.

Look, chit-chit-chit.

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Mr. Aroma came out tomorrow when he fell asleep with Wilson in his pillow, whose back of the head was missing because of the throw.

I wonder why we don't use the lower end of this organization.

Or am I a VIP treat? [M]

Shit, I'm getting tense.

"Mmm, stinks. I can't stand it, you see, come out soon?

Yes, Doctor.

"Oh good reply. Honest kids like teachers, don't they?

I think I'll get along with Mr. Aroma.

Both Mr. Gallon and Christella, I'm just kidding. I guess we're going to be violent.

That's why I'm not willing to stop.

Well, as much as slaves are allowed the right to put their tongues out in their hearts.

You can't interfere with your inner freedom, can you?

Just get angry because I'll put it on the table.

I arrived at Mr. Aroma and left the dungeon, walking here and there (he spit again along the way. It's an example harpy. All) When I went out into the big hall, I just ran into Mr. Gallon.

"What? Why is he out? Isn't your daughter a simmer?

"Rare, did you like it? But he told me to take him to his sister. You're not sure."

"Ha. It's not worth killing yourself, is it? Even so, I paid a lot of money to buy it from Reel Marr. I wish those beasts had just gotten to Agusta's side, because the pro-humans are always making a scene..."

"Of which, of which. Chase."

"I don't think this is happening because you're not holding the reins right over there!

Here we go again, and Aroma slipped the gallon properly and left the scene.

In Reel Marr, where the Beasts make up a lot of them, they are separated from the Parent Demons and the Parent Humans, both of whose forces have been a little unfamiliar for a long time.

"Mr. Gallon's home was originally located in the demonic realm. Even the same Beastman must think differently. Even though there are circumstances in other countries."

"Oh, really? When I said" Beast Man, "I thought it was a basic demonic faction."

"That's it. Hey, I hear there's been an increase in parental humanism lately. The force is splitting in half."

"Ama, it's my first ear.... Are you sure you want to talk to me about that?

"What do you need to worry about who's going to die?

Oh.

In Aroma, my death seems to be a certainty.

"... How do you hear about me from the Demon King?

"Just throw it in your sister's playroom and put it down."

"If I came back alive playing with my sister, I would order night games."

"I hate liars."

This is the first time this person has ever looked at me.

You're scared when a beauty gets angry.

She is a beauty who doesn't seem angry.

"It's a lie. You can join one of Diabolo's parties."

"Ugh, duh, duh, and Chris, too, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh."

Looking really strange, Mr. Aroma laughed out.

It's such a strange impression laugh, elegant but with a ruthless sound to the bottom.

"You're going to die. Now, miserably. Heh heh, you knew that at the time the Demons bought you, didn't you? The only people who come here are those who can be eaten. Heh heh, that's crazy. Elle... there's no way your sister's gonna let a human go home alive."

Oh, I knew this guy, too, was a demon.

Then I have to love you for such brutal sensibilities, too.

I guess it feels like the poorly made kid is the cuter he is.

It's okay. It's okay. I can love you at all.

"Nfu, look, behind the poke in this hallway. The room on the left is your sister's playroom. Can I come in alone? Do you need an escort?

"Yes, Doctor, it's okay, I'll go"

"... really, weird person. I didn't know that until the end of time."

After Mr. Aroma's whisper, I proceeded without hesitation down the corridor and opened the door I had been told.

At that point, the smell of blood that had been leaking out before I opened it overflowed.

"Oh, you, new toy?

"Nice to meet you. My name is Nine, and I need to know you."

In a room with nothing like playthings, where the walls were coloured with brown splashes that would have been white.

That was Electra's playground and the place to spend the majority of the day.

If Christella was to be considered white, she deserved to be called black.

Black bat-like feathers.

My sister didn't have it, that's what the devil calls it, a pointy tail with a return.

Beautiful black long hair tied sideways, worthy of calling it the wet feathers of a whale.

And the only clear amber eyes that are going to be sucked in, escaping black domination.

The only proof that I was sisters with Cristella was a terribly neat face that resembled my sister.

"Oh, you're a man who can say hello properly. Nice to meet you, me, Elektra. Call me El."

"Yes, Master Elle. By the way, I've been told to act as a playmate, what should I do?"

She said this to me when she bent over on her knees to gaze at her only as tall as my chest.

"Hmm... well, it's easy. I wish I could kill you."

"Got it. Ah, by the way, in what way?

"? You ask weird things. Why are you asking me that?

"Because by repeating questions and answers, you can get to the truth"

"... Hmm, sounds like you've been told you're crazy too. Though I do too often. Well, that's good, see? You'll be there, they brought you in with them. And so will you."

The body of a broken, unnamed former gladiator was scattered around the corner of the room during yesterday.

I dare not express myself in detail.

There were just no arms, no legs, no necks.

There was a piece of meat there that was deprived of its dignity.

It's also something I'm used to seeing.

"It's a nice object. It's just that my taste may be a little nasty."

"Mm, excuse me. What would I do if I were you?

"That's all the human body is done with. It's not something to add or pull. It's important to be satisfied with your body."

"It's a disagreement. I'd like to see your Torso. I think it's very nice."

"If you want. But I'm sure I can give you more of what you want, right?

With that said, she laughed really weird.

Shh.

"You're begging for an unusual life. I've never seen anyone say that before!

"Well... if you're satisfied with what I'm about to give you, I'd like your permission to leave the room."

"Fine? I'm going to ask you what you're asking of the dying child."

"Now, with all due respect. I want you to remove the shackles."

"Yes. Is this okay?

She gently stroked the void with her little index finger from top to bottom, without looking as if she had exerted any force.

And the shackles made of iron were cut off without sound.

As she was plaplaplacing her lighter hands to taste her first freedom in a long time, she opened her mouth, blinking her eyes just because she couldn't wait.

"Come on, what are you giving me? Will you clear my fatigue?

"Yeah, I'm sure."

That said, I stroked her cheek gently.

Electra Villa Detra, the demonic tribe that is also said to have had the most humans in the world.

No hesitation, no mercy, just a monster crushing humans around.

The 'idiot' Electra hated me for the crazy laughter I give you on the battlefield.

... unworldly lady.

At first glance, I see. You are just a puberty child.

Can you stand this (...)?