"You fear him that much? Worry not, he's not that bad when you get to know him." A certain witch chuckled.

"You can't be serious!" A raven-haired girl retorts. "I-I mean, he looks like he's going to sell our souls to the devil!" Something's definitely wrong here.

"Heh. Calm your tits." A bald man raises his hand to relieve the tension. "I ain't gonna do that, ya dig?" To Hell with it, I still sound cool!

A brown-haired idol sighs. "Can't help it, he really has an intimidating presence, given his title." Uh, what was he called again?

"Names have no relevance in my work. As long as I can keep mining their essence for my craft, I'm all good." The bald man grinned. Oh, yeah. I'm so awesome.

"Still, don't you think the girls need to feel a little more familiar around here?" The witch smirked. This doesn't sound right at all.

"You asked for it. Well then, ladies, welcome to the-"

"NOOOOO! NO, NO, NO!" The raven-haired girl panicked. "And can't you guys call me something other than 'raven-haired'?!"

Silence befell the shop. "You guys went way off the script." A redhead sighed.

"Now, now, if somebody here doesn't behave, they'll get their chest rubbed... He, he, he..." A purple-haired woman grinned as she raised her hands in a cupping motion, prepared to 'attack'. The other girls gasped in fear, while the raven-haired girl gulped hard, with her hands protecting her chest.

"Let's... Let's just have another take! I promise I won't freak out!" She closed her eyes while tightening her guard. But alas, her punishment was not delivered.

Meanwhile, at a corner of the shop, an auburn-haired idol tried hard to suppress her sounds of pleasure as her maroon-haired partner slowly and lustfully licked her ears. Each slide of the tongue sent shivers to her body as a hot sensation stirred up in her chest. When she managed to open her eyes and look behind her partner, she instantly froze in place. Mortified. Afraid.

"Hey?" Her partner immediately sensed it. But it was too late when she saw the reflection in those velvet eyes.

A loud scream could be heard across the frozen city. And a certain blonde could only mentally sing Arifureta Kanashimi No Hate because it was never done to her in the manga, in the anime, and in the games.

"Wielding weapons... I still don't think I can kill them. But... Even with no combat experience, as long as I can help you, I will give it my all!" A ginger-haired girl raised her fist, with a determined smile. The rest of the girls smiled in agreement.

"I know I said this before, but... You know, ever since you recruited me into this group, I have learned to give more trust to people. To put my faith in my friends when they need it the most. You inspired me to move forward with music. You taught me how to overcome my anxiety... And now, how to face danger, and even, death. That's why... I want you to lead us again in this journey!" The redhead reached out her hand, which was gladly accepted by the ginger head.

"I'm not going to lead you. I want all of us to be together in this." "We will," The rest of them answered with rediscovered passion.

A red portal opened behind the wine counter. The bald man dives out of the portal, exhausted and covered in blood, shocking the idols with such a horrifying sight. "Mister! Are you okay?" A gray-haired girl rushed to help the wounded man stand up.

"I'm fine, just got myself a little challenge down there." He felt satisfied with his fight. "But guess what? You ain't getting these anywhere in the world!" He materializes twelve different orbs, which transformed into unique weapons, one for each idol in the shop. Again, there were twelve of them to count, just in case that raven-haired girl skipped her homework.

"What?" She retorted at no one, with one arm ready to protect her chest.

"Nice work. You could have done better," the witch remarked at the bald man. She knew that it would be quite a reckless act for him in that state. "He, he. Wait until I get my old self back, baby."

The ginger head could not help but admire the weapon before her. A pair of gauntlets with fin-like layers and spiked knuckles, bathed in a powerful orange aura that resonated with her will. "Whoa... I will..." She murmured in awe as she held the gauntlets. "I will fight with these!" She exclaimed. Before she knew it, the gauntlets have already latched themselves onto her arms, extending to her shoulders. She closed her eyes as she whimpered. A bright aura engulfed her. New memories flooded her thoughts, and an immense amount of power coursed through her veins, as if the weapon was becoming one with her. Empowering her.

"Huh? Sho... chili? Huh?" DAMN IT, BREAD GIRL. DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT?! The ginger head could only mentally laugh at the weapon's reaction. The aura slowly faded as it revealed her new form. She opened her eyes, which became amber with a faint glow. Behind her, her own aura concentrated very densely to form several powerful swords glowing with magic, floating like wings. She gained new confidence, and true fighting spirit. "I can feel it... The warmth... The passion of soaring to reach my dreams... It's a familiar feeling... As if they are a part of me..." She took a deep breath and formed a cup around her lips.

"I LOVE YOU, TSUBASAAAAA!" Her declaration of love echoed across all realms, reaching even the Idol Hell, The 10th Circle Of Hell.

"But! I love bread more." Poor rice girl, fainting with a nose bleed from all those 'possibilities' in her mind. She has read too much yuri, her cat-like friend concluded.

A.N. Please don't let shrine maidens rape me.