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Saga 40: Cherry Bomb Part 2
Underground Laboratory, (Former) Diamond Kingdom, Evening
"So it has come to this." Yama spoke out. "There are humans that make a living taking on Demons."
Yama stood before two armored men all bound up in black chains crackling with electricity.
"I must say, I am legitimately impressed that you've managed to come this far, dismantle up to 30% of our overall security, and with all of that clunky-looking armor." Yama pointed out. "Still, it doesn't change the fact that the two of you were captured thanks to 70% of our security still functioning, not to mention, I simply let you in just to stress test our measures, and once the results have been proven satisfactory, I sprung the trap of exploiting your false sense of security, but even then it took a modicum of effort to even bring you two here. Congratulations, you can take in the pride that you made me try to begin with. I'll be sure to notify the others of the presence of the Order of the Spade Cross, and with great displeasure, I will look forward to your future presence."
"HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN UPON US, YOU DEMON!" One of the Thaumaturges bellowed out.
"I'm not looking down upon you. I'm simply stating facts." Yama deadpanned. "The fact that you two tried and failed miserably doesn't change anything. I can and will kill every last living thing that tread onto this disgusting world with a single sneeze. For I am Yama, the Prince of Death, and the sin of Misanthropy."
Name: Yama
Rank: [Prince of Death]
Magic: [Death Magic]
Sin: [Misanthropy]
"My lord." Cleopatra appeared next to Yama. "What's to become of those two?"
A sickly pale-green aura surrounds Yama's shriveled hand.
"Make good ussse of them." Yama hissed as his activation of his [Death Magic] caused his Demonic features of black snake scales to manifest on his cheeks. "Wring them dry."
"TRY US, YOU DAMNED DEMON-SPAWN!"
"I will."
Yama then places his aura-emitting hand onto the Thaumaturge's helmet, causing him to scream in agony as his will was eroding away from Yama's [Death Magic] targeting his "will".
"Now tell me, just who are the Order of the Spade Cross?" Yama asked. "Tell me everything, and I'll let you live."
"... They-They're the order of mages and warriors, dedicated to fight and slay every single Demon prowling throughout this world." The Thaumaturge spilled out. "We-we Thaumaturges are the main arm of the Inquisitors, fighting to protect our brethren-"
Yama shoves his finger into his open wound, causing the captured Thaumaturge to scream out in pain.
"I don't recall assssking you to tell me the obvioussss." Yama hissed out as he flickered out his forked tongue between his chapped lips.
"BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!?" Another Thaumaturge cried out.
"Oh, I sssimply erasssed hisss will." Yama gloated. "He issss now nothing more then a gutlesssss gutter ssssnipe, more than willing to ssssshare what he knowsssss."
"I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD DEMON!" The Thaumaturge defiantly roared out as he struggled to break through his chains binding his arms and legs.
"Oh pleasssse." Yama hissed out. "Thossssse chainssss are void of the concsssept of 'erossssion'. They will never break, for I've willed asssss such."
"I WILL GARROTE YOUR NECK WITH YOUR FOUL CREATIONS!" The defiant Thaumaturge continued barked out. "YOU WILL HANG AS THE VULTURES FEAST ON YOUR BONES!"
"Take him away." Yama ordered. "Ssssend him to the ACE (Asura Computation Extractor) to extract his combat data. Forcsssibly."
The defiant Thaumaturge was then dragged away by his heels by a pair of snake-like Demons, the former still bellowing out curses to his bitter end.
"... Where wassss I?" Yama remarked. "Oh right. Tell me more about your Order."
"Th-THAT'S ALL I KNOW!" The whimpering Thaumaturge screeched out. "I WAS JUST A RECRUIT TWO WEEKS BACK!"
"A ssshame." Yama sighed out. "Take him away."
The Thaumaturge was then dragged from his neck by the snake-like Liliths, his screams of mercy and pleas of release being choked out by the Demon's grip.
Upon the two captured Thaumaturges being scarce from Yama's presence, he slumps back down onto his throne made of clay and skulls, letting out a tired sigh as his Demonic features/Wegs disappeared from his body.
"Cleo, be real with me." Yama spoke out. "How in the actual hell did they find this place, and what can you discern of their... profession?"
"Troubling, in all aspects, milord." Cleopatra answered. "Now the element of surprise is slowly slipping from our grasp, we must begin taking the offensive in order to catch the opposition off guard."
"Are the [Homunculus Army] ready?" Yama asked.
"The [Mass-Production Type] have completed production." Cleopatra remarked. "We're ready to commence a ground assault at your command."
"And what of the proposed [Flight Type] and [Amphibious Type]?" Yama asked.
"They've begun mass production as we speak." Cleopatra replied.
"We move out in 2200 hours." Yama ordered. "Prepare at least 500 [Mass-Production Type Homunculus] to zero in towards the Clover Kingdom Borders. This is no longer a test, this is an attack, shoot to kill every living thing in sight."
"At once." Cleopatra stated as she slithered away back into the darkness.
As soon as the Lilith left, Yama got up from his throne and walked through the underground tunnel system that made up his whole domain.
With each twist and turn, a Lilith pair was patrolling in the dark, navigating their way through the blackness with their innate heat vision and their sense of smell with their tongues flickering in and out of their fanged lips, greeting the Prince as he walked by them.
Yama then continues to walk down deeper, passing by the assembly lines with men of clay and iron, and towards an isolated room with several Liliths guarding a massive glass sphere surrounded by electricity and inside of the translucent sphere was a peach-colored blob that was splashing against the glass walls, its goop-like form smearing against the surface.
"Hello there." Yama greeted at the blob. "How is the [Yuga Generator] treating you?"
The blob tries to reach out towards Yama, only for it simply smear itself against the glass surface.
"Splendid." Yama grinned. "Glad you're comfortable."
The blob continues to reach out futilely towards Yama, the blob forming into an ambiguously-shaped hand.
"... Let you out?" Yama asked. "Oh please, you know that if I do that, you'll just simply cease functioning. Your suffering and torment is the lifeblood of this whole facility. Morris was a mere fool to simply install the [Hecatonchires Drive] into your body. Why simply absorb and regurgitate mana when it can be used to create mana a liable power source? The Diamond Kingdom was doomed to his selfishness, like bandits, always destined to stab each other in the back. Admit it, you were thinking of doing the same when you had the chance, didn't you?"
The blob bubbles loudly as it continued to scrape and smear itself against the glass.
"I on the other hand?" Yama remarked. "I gave you purpose. Not as a temporary being destined to rot with age and decay, but as power itself. Completely voided of a frail human body, now an amorphous being, no longer bound by such thing as mortality or substance. A perfect being, forever running without the fear of death."
The blob then leaps into the glass once more, writhing and smearing itself against the glass, still trying to reach out towards Yama.
"So with that said, do all of us a favor..." Yama stated as he walked away from the glass orb. "... And keep running, Lardos."
The former-2nd Generation Eight Shining General, his physically body forcibly stripped of its "Coherence" by the Prince of Death, continues evermore to writhe in the glass orb as his prison was shocked with bolts of electricity, siphoning every last drop of mana generated from his suffering.
Lardos has no mouth, and must scream.
Agartha, Mimo Amazon, Clover/Heart Kingdom Borderlands, Evening
Angra was slowly setting down in her new home, despite being surrounded by rather... colorful personalities.
"WE GOT A RUNNER! SOMEONE CATCH HIM!"
"SCREW YOU! YOU'RE ALREADY FLAYING ME ALIVE WITH SOAP!"
"SKIN AND FLESH GROW BACK, SO QUIT YOU WHINING AND TAKE YOUR BATH!"
"THIS IS MY EIGHTH!"
"YOU NEED TEN! ON TOP OF COMPLETE DISINFECTION FROM THE HEAD DOWN!"
"... I guess joining a group of revolutionaries, sanity and normality are the last things in mind." Angra sighed out over the maniacal howling of the beaked doctor chasing after the mangey-looking necromancer covered in soap. "At least I was used to sleeping in hay, and over loud noises."
"Who'd thunk." Mainyu deadpanned from her left eye. "What do you think of these people anyway?"
"I dunno, what about you?" Angra asked back.
"Eh, they're not like the other humans I've seen." Mainyu remarked. "They're not hiding their true selves, for sure. Honestly, with how earnest they are, I surprised that I didn't leave you for using one of them as my new host, because they're easier fool than you."
"Are you implying that I'm not honest?" Angra asked.
"... I might be." Mainyu scathingly remarked. "Remind me, who's the one keeping all of this under wraps to the people closest to her?"
"I hate you."
"Love you too, Angra~!"
She then hears a shrieking sound followed up by a semi-nude woman with short black hair running about, the soap bubbles covering her undesirables.
"AHAHAHA! YOU'RE SO PUSHY!"
"WE GOT ANOTHER RUNNER!"
"WILL YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP!? I'M TRYING TO READ!"
With a frustrated groan, Angra plops onto her hay bale, trying to catch some sleep before anyone else.
"... Speak for yourselves, assholes." Angra grumbled as she tried to get some sleep. "I only joined because Mainyu told me to..."
[Heresy], Sixth Layer, Hell
[Heresy], the Sixth Layer of Hell.
A vast desert with a searing sun formed of the inferno itself, bearing down its heat to whoever's unfortunate enough to be below its unholy radiance. Amidst the vast plains of sand akin to freshly-burnt ash, numerous pitfalls with sword-like stalagmites housed beneath, in and through it, numerous souls forever trapped in its crucibles.
A fitting punishment to those unfortunate to live by lies and deceit, pursing falsehood and the unrighteous, the light, representing hope, becoming the utmost source of eternal despair.
In its white plains of sand and ash, a lump of fur and sloth lied on top of the tallest hill of the smoldering grain.
Belphagor, the sin of [Sloth], lazing about under the hellish sun, completely ignoring the suffering of the souls condemned here.
"Yawn..." Belphagor yawned out. "... Same ol' shit as usual."
"Clearly, you haven't heard then."
Besides the lounging Evil, Ishtar, the sin of [Greed], appeared next to him in her lioness-Demoness form, now sporting a pair of glasses, a black quill pen, and a sheet of inked paper on her person.
"Ish, the hell do you want?" Belphagor yawned out. "... If it's royalties for my games that I've made for the [Stygians], I've sent em last week over snail mail."
"Which, I must remind you, you underpaid my cut by 5%." Ishtar sighed out. "Enough of that, I must point out that one of the souls that supposed to be damned here... got away."
Belphagor's sleepy eyes widen upon hearing that statement.
"... Oh?" Belphagor remarked. "Don't care-"
"No, this is legitimately concerning." Ishtar pointed out as she read through her slip of paper with the names of all the souls that were sentenced to damnation. "Out of all of Lucifer's targets, only one going by the name of Patry escaped damnation by simply transferring his own soul to another body. Now normally, I can simply snatch that soul out of the occupied body, but my staff has run into a rather... unique predicament."
"... And how is this my problem?" Belphagor remarked. "Isn't managing souls coming and going around these parts... *yawn* ... Your job?"
"My job is making sure that Hell itself is running properly, which includes your sorry ass." Ishtar pointed out. "So I'll spare you the lecture, considering how much you don't even listen..."
"Thank you." Belphagor deadpanned.
"... So I'll leave you with a note, since it's easier to hold onto." Ishtar stated as she stabbed her pen into her note on Belphagor's skin. "Oh and just to make you read the note; [Gauge Magic: Stock Boom & Value Crash]."
Belphagor's once slothful body suddenly convulses in and indescribable pain, with Ishtar's [Gauge Magic] allowing her to increase or decrease whatever holds value, literal or conceptual. From someone's mana quantity or quality or just the fiscal amount of human currency, anything that can be calculated in numbers or holds any worth were all mere putty between Ishtar's fingers in the name of ceaseless profit.
In Belphagor's case, the sense of pain of being stung by Ishtar's quill pen from her sister Ereshkigal, has been increased to ad infinitum. And his resistance against all sense of pain built into his nervous system has been reduced to zero.
"Well, I'll see to it that you read it to begin with." Ishtar deadpanned over Belphagor's screams and howls of agony. "Until then, enjoy sitting in your precious squalor, you waste of space."
The note pinned into Belphagor's furred hide read as the following:
SECURE PATRY'S SOUL AT ALL COSTS
HELL'S SUPPLY AND DEMAND ARE ALREADY IN THE RED
DO NOT APPLY ANY HALF-MEASURES
OR I'LL SIC SATAN ONTO YOUR LAZY ASS IF I MUST
- ISHTAR, SIN OF [GREED]
Yggdrasil Healing Tower, Noble Realm, Clover Kingdom, Evening
Yami Sukehiro, Black Bull Captain for the past 10 years of his life after his graduation from the Gray Deer Squad, now standing over Yuno's comatose body stuffed into a hospital cot with numerous IV equipment strapped to his arms and chest.
Next to her was Charlotte Roselei, Captain of the Blue Rose Knights, sitting by her two hospitalized Junior and Intermediate Knights, Juniper Hage and Noire E. Blanche respectively, the former having her organs just mended while the latter was still having blood transfused into her body after her reckless, yet understandable use of her [Spatial Magic].
Two consecutive losses for the Clover Kingdom's Magic Knights, both resulting in countless lives lost amidst the carnage, and only the Captains are left to shoulder the personal burdens left behind.
"... Hey Princess, you doing alright there?" Yami asked from his isolated cot surrounded by curtains.
"... I'm doing alright." Charlotte replied firmly. "You should be more worried about your Knight over there."
Both captains remain silent in their attempts to bottle their pain inside of their chests of having their youngest Knights be subjected to this levels of torture.
"... I'm going to go check on Gauche." Yami stated as he tightened the black bandana around Yuno's wrist before he left.
Once Yami has left the room, Charlotte then breaks down into hysterics.
Her tears fell from her eyes, lamenting that she wasn't strong enough to stop the threat that befell upon her kingdom, and that the price of her failure was instead suffered by two of her fellow younger Magic Knights, rather than her.
She couldn't come up with any words for how sorry she was for failing them as a Captain, only more tears took their place instead.
Outside the doors, Yami met up with the rest of the Blue Rose Knights who weren't in the battle, led by the plump-looking Puli Angel.
"... Let her be." Yami stated as he lit up a smoke over the sounds of Charlotte's weeping behind the closed doors. "She needs this."
He then walks away from the group, running into Sol and Cole, still bound to each other.
"Oh... it's you." Sol grumbled.
The three look away from each other in shameful silence.
"... We've been through some really bad shit today." Cole remarked as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "... I think we'll sleep later."
The two then walk past Yami awkwardly, leaving Yami alone in the hallways, the windows bringing in the light of the setting sun through.
"... I know you're up there." Yami remarked as he killed the light of his cigarette into one of the soils of the potted plants. "Just come out and face me already."
From above, a braided Inquisitor, Kalashnikov dropped down face to face towards Yami.
"I heard from Julius." Yami spoke to Kalashnikov. "... You're after the kid's head, aren't you?"
"Only if he violates the set agreements." Kalashnikov stated.
"I don't recall him agreeing to anything, least of all, towards you." Yami glowered.
"Old man and I have our orders." Kalashnikov retorted. "The boy and his family must be punished for their betrayal."
"You lay a single finger on him, I'll end you." Yami threatened as he reached for his katana.
"Then do all of us a favor and keep him out of Spade Kingdom." Kalashnikov remarked before placing her lips next to his ears.
Yami then hears her whisper something into his ear that raised both of his eyebrows.
"Beware of the Kensei. Two are present in Libratium."
Yami's hands then begin trembling, his head creaking back towards Kalashnikov as the latter walk past him.
"How..." Yami remarked. "HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW OF THE KENSEI!? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE AT LIBRATIUM!?"
Kalashnikov's face creases into a sly smile.
"If you wish to protect the boy, beat them first if you wish to beat me." The Inquisitor wryly remarked. "They go by Akari and Mari Mitsurugi. And their swords aren't fake like yours."
She then walks away from Yami, leaving behind the ominous message in Yami's head to linger at the coming dread.
"... Oh shit. They're after me." Yami panicked. "20 years, and they finally found me on the same continent."
For the Black Bulls Captain, a two-front war lied ahead. And all he can do is to steel himself for the inevitable.
Gallows Forest, Forsaken Realm, Clover Kingdom, Night
"Is this it?" Dragunov asked the Purple Orca Magic Knight.
"We got visual of three flying figures flying back to this place." The Purple Orca remarked. "A Grand Magic Zone of all places, and a stupidly dangerous one to boot..."
"Grand Magic Zone?" Dragunov asked.
"Basically mana density around here is more heavier than normal in these parts. Hard to make us use magic around here." The Magic Knight remarked.
"Really? I can hardly tell the difference." Dragunov pointed out while the other Magic Knights were having mild difficulty breathing just by simply standing around the forest's outskirts.
"Peh, amateurs." Xerx scoffed at the mildly exhausted Magic Knights of his squad before looking at the towering eypatched man. "I won't be outdone by a barbarian like you-"
"Your legs are shaking." Dragunov pointed at the Purple Orca Captain's trembling legs. "You Clover Kingdom denizen call this dense? Avalon's streets are more threatening than this."
"Quiet, you." Xerx grumbled out as he limped towards the Gallows Forest. "All Magic Knights, advance!"
The purple-robed Magic Knights, numbering around 30 to 40 all limped towards the dark forest, their faltering [Fire Magic] lighting the way, albeit dimly.
"... Idiots." Dragunov sighed out as he crafted and lit a torch. "Not one of them even has a modicum of outdoorsmenship. The least I can do is not get them killed by their own ignorance..."
Dragunov then arcs his bow as he pulled the nocked arrow back, firing it into the forest, the arrow landing in front of Xerx, with Dragunov appearing where the arrow landed a quick moment later.
"You almost hit me!" Xerx pointed out.
"Well, it didn't." Dragunov remarked as he struck a match and lit the torch in his hands. "Come on, and don't fall behind."
He then pulls out his [Mithril Combat Knife M4] from the side of his boot before slashing an "X" mark on side of the tree truck next to him.
Dragunov then leads the rest of the Magic Knights deeper into the forest, finding ponds of mire and bog patched around the forest floors that the group tread upon.
"Avoid the mire." Dragunov stated. "They'll suck you in and trap you there."
"Hmph." Xerx humphed as he walked ahead of Dragunov. "I don't need to be reminded of a noble such as myself avoiding grime by a barbarian like you-"
*SCURCH*
"ARGH!" Xerx cried out as he found himself sinking into the mire that he'd stepped into, his arms trapped beneath the swamp submerging him. "HELP! HELP ME-"
Dragunov grabs him by his head and uproots the captain out of the mud and mire with relative ease.
"... You're welcome." Dragunov remarked as Xerx found himself looking up at the Inquisitor.
Without even remarking how much of his clothes were covered in mire, the Purple Orca Captain just continued slump along as with his squad.
"Kill the lights from the magic." Dragunov ordered as he lit more torches from his own. "Save your mana for combat."
"I'm a noble. I shouldn't be permitted to touch such filth." Xerx scoffed.
"Last I checked, who's the one who fell into the so-called filth?" Dragunov replied with a raised eyebrow.
Xerx just scowls as he begrudgingly takes the torch.
"I hate you."
"Hate me after you're dead." Dragunov remarked as the other Purple Orcas got accustomed to their new, albeit, primitive tools. "Come on, we're wasting enough time as is."
The group continues to traverse through the groves, now with more swamps and mire appearing before them, causing them walk around them, wasting even more time getting around.
Eventually, the group finds themselves before a swamp of mire the size of a large pond, causing the group to prevent from making any further advance forward.
"Gówno." Dragunov cursed. "Any further ahead... all I see is death."
"Brilliant, just brilliant." Xerx bemoaned. "How are we supposed to advance?"
Dragunov looks up at the branches and saw them intertwining and connecting with other branches stretched across the swamp.
"... We're gonna have to go up." Dragunov stated as he grasped his torch between his teeth before climbing up to the tree branches above.
"Are all you Spade Kingdom barbarians monkeys or something?" Xerx remarked.
"Well, better to be an agile monkey than a drowning guppy." Dragunov stated from above the branches. "Come on!"
The rest of the Purple Orcas struggle to climb up the tress, with only a handful of them making it up to the treetops, requiring Dragunov to assist the rest on their way of going up.
"Careful." Dragunov stated as he walked across the branches. "Slip, you die."
Then the group carefully make their way across the branches hanging over the pond of clingy muck beneath them, most of them simply clinging onto the branches that they had their feet on just to avoid slipping off.
"... On the bright side, it's easier to breath up here." Xerx remarked.
"Most of the mana concentration is coming from the mire below." Dragunov stated. "Regardless, don't get cocky, and focus on not slipping into the mire."
Crawling and climbing their way through, they continued to traverse through the jungle above, some praying and begging not to fall into the mire below, their torches flickering and dancing in the stirring breeze above the branches.
"Hold it." Dragunov stated as he peered ahead. "I see something."
He then extends his torch further out, the illumination revealing a human skeleton hanging from its neck by a noose-like vine.
"... What the hell?" Xerx remarked.
"From the looks of it, they've been here for a while." Dragunov pointed out. "We're close, so don't let up."
The group continues their advance deeper in, with more skeletons of varied colors of robes and garbs, indicating that both bandit and Magic Knight alike were hung and stripped of their flesh.
Most disturbing of all, some of the bones had teeth marks on them, which brought up a lot of disturbing implications for the unfamiliar Purple Orcas.
"Keep going." Dragunov stated. "I think I see something bigger up ahead."
Dragunov then hops ahead of the tree branches, and upon reaching a hut-like structure, his feet land on flat terrain.
"... EVERYONE!" Dragunov cried out towards the back, waving his torch as a signal. "THERE SOLID GROUND UP AHEAD! MAKE YOUR WAY OVER HERE!"
The Purple Orcas, despite their skepticism, slowly make their way towards Dragunov's location.
Eventually, the Purple Orcas find themselves landing on flat grounding, much to their surprise.
"What in the actual hell is going on here!?" Xerx snapped at his fringes of his patience. "There are corpses of Magic Knights hanging from the forests and now there's earth above the ground? What is going on here!?"
"... Not exactly earth." Dragunov stated as he illuminated the ground beneath them, revealing wooden planks beneath. "... We're in a treetop village."
The Purple Orcas then look around their new surroundings, finding an abandoned settlement built right above the marsh below. Huts built from and into the woods, all building completely bare of personal possessions, leaving only behind furniture like stools and tables turned over, and traces of human bones scattered about coupled with bloodstains and arrow punctures on the wooden surface.
One of the Purple Orca vomit at the ghastly sight of the village, a few more doing their best to keep it in.
"... You call this a village, Inquisitor!?" Xerx gagged out right after he'd swallowed back his vomit. "This place is a cannibal's slaughterhouse!"
"Not the first I've seen of one." Dragunov remarked as he investigated the abandoned village. "Underground settlements, abandoned ruins, or even glaciers that one time. Adaptors truly live up to their monikers by adapting to the weirdest environments possible, and sticking to them to make them livable. But even then, I've never seen their settlement big as this..."
"Wait, how big does it usually get?" Xerx asked.
"Adaptors are naturally paranoid, so they usually isolate themselves into single hermitages." Dragunov stated. "This however? A bloody settlement right under your noses, big enough to have supported decades, if not generations of potential Adaptors to breed and multiply here."
"... Are you implying that a whole village's worth of Demons escaped right beneath our noses?" Xerx asked.
"We're already three steps behind them, and further the gap will widen the more time we waste." Dragunov stated. "Finish up the investigations and collect any evidence confirming their presence-"
"You mean like this one?" One of the Purple Orcas called out as he walked towards a broken pull-toy to collect it-
*click*
Dragunov first hears the sound of a stoney click akin to flint being struck below the Purple Orca's feet...
*fizz*
... Before followed up by the sound of something hissing and the scent of burning coming from below.
"... IT'S A TRAP-"
*KABOOM*
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: This Saga is your Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Bomb~!
The amount of half-truths and hidden gambits popping all over this kerfuffle of a Saga is just suffocating, and teasing for what's to come.
Yama's first real offensive towards Clover Kingdom after tests, Lardos now reduced to a power source for Yama's production plants after essentially being turned into a semi-sentient soup for a body, Ishtar revealing that Patry's soul escaped damnation, planning a full-scale manhunt for his soul, Yami being informed that two Hanafudan Kensei/Sword Saints are on the same continent that's he's on, and Dragunov mistaking Dark Elves for Adaptors is just the cherry on top of this shitheap of a cocaine sundae.
Prepare for an even bigger bomb to go off, for this was merely small apples.
Short Saga aside, I have a Symphogear fic finale to draft before my July 31st deadline, so here's a quick and easy segment from me for a change.
With that, as usual, what do you think of this fic?
Please leave a comment or a review, for I'd like to know what my audience are thinking!