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[demonsblood]

[It's been a while! Mion and Rena have been quite busy since the Astral Plane's fixture. They're off to the side, away from the heavy flow of traffic, but if one would look a bit closer, they would see that there are red splatters on their cheeks, and stains on their school uniforms. And let's not forget the weapons in hand!]

[Rena looks over at

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[chansondelamort]

Ah~ {Hungry Diva is still, what do you know, hungry. And when you arrive splattered with blood, it's like a dinner invitation}

Ne, you must have gotten into trouble, then~

[cutecleaver]

[She nods.] Lots and lots and--and lots. [Sad Rena in snow.]

[chansondelamort]

Oh, how terrible~ What kind of trouble?

[cutecleaver]

Everyone... They all went crazy! So we--Mii-chan and me, we had to-- We had to--

For Oyashiro-sama, we had to.

[chansondelamort]

So you murdered them.

[cutecleaver]

We saved them, we did.

[chansondelamort]

Is that so? Saved them from what, being killed by something else?

[demonsblood]

[Most of it is others' blood, sry2say. BUT BLOOD IS BLOOD, AMIRITE? She looks over at Diva, unfazed.]

It was quite easy, actually.

[chansondelamort]

{Blood is, indeed, blood} Ah, then it was you that killed someone?

[demonsblood]

Ah, but we had to do it before they did.

It was for the best~

[chansondelamort]

They? Who is they?

[demonsblood]

Everyone. It was the only way, you see.

[chansondelamort]

Ah~ Killing people for the best? That sounds like something Amshel would say. Apparently, it's not really that way at all. Murder is still murder, they say.

[demonsblood]

Maybe you should practice what you preach. [Mion scratches at her neck until a few drops of blood land on her arm; her eyes go wide and she quickly smears them away.]

T-the maggots-

[chansondelamort]

{Diva just laughs. Unfortunately, Amshel or no Amshel, she's still a heartless bitch for the most part} But there's no reason to! I kill when I need to kill, but I don't cover it up with pretty words, you know?

[demonsblood]

[Mion scoffs, and her nails only dig in harder at the accusation.] Are you calling me a liar? Saying that I-

No, no, it was the will of Oyashiro-sama.