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A suicidal maniac, number 94194, one of the most intelligent kids of Grace Field House, Plant Three, is working together with his friends to help them escape from their "destiny" and "purpose" they were born into.
The reader is male a...
Y/n silently sat on a roof, blankly looking down at the destruction throughout town.
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"I expected as much. I guess it is unfair that many innocent demons are dying, but at the same time..." Y/n muttered, standing up.
"...I really don't care. I understand that they're just trying to survive and mostly the higher-ups are the reason for this corrupt system, but all the kids who died were also innocent. I'm simply allowing despair to temporarily reign in the demon world as compensation." He continued, pulling his hood over to cover his head before jumping off the roof and strolling through the chaotic town.
"It's okay though. I won't allow them all to die. I can't entirely detest them. Mujika, Sonju, and Ustinez are dear to me, so saying I loathe demons would include them and that would just be a false claim."
The boy stopped in front of a fountain that, from his guesses, was right in the middle of the town.
"Everything will be alright. Just handle the pain. It's all for my own amusement and thrill. Norman can carry on with his plans, and so can Emma and the kids. What happens, happens. I trust that they do what's best." He said, placing his hands on the fountain.
"It's not like I haven't gone through this before." He blankly smiled.
And just like that, a blast of wind blew his hood off as his hands and the pendant he wore glowed turquoise. A growing pain ached in his head as all sorts of information flowed through. Some bored him, and others amused him. One of those conversations was between Norman and Legravalima.
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"Pleased to meet you, your highness." Norman smiled down at the wounded queen.
"I see. So you were the puppet master...22194." Legravalima spoke.
'Oh, how appetizing he is!'
"I'm the one who sent you to Lambda. I loathed this idea of offering you to him. I planned the same for 94194, but the brat got away. I want to eat you." Legravalima revealed.
'EAT YOU! EAT YOU! EAT YOU!'
"I've always wanted to eat you so much! When I heard Lambda was sacked and burned, when I learned there were escapees from Grace Field, I lost myself in rage...!" She exclaimed.
'And here you are, alive, right before my eyes...and he too was soon found out to be alive...'
"I shan't bestow you to anyone! You are my meat! Mine and mine alone!" She complained.
"Your meat? None of us will ever be food for the likes of you again." Norman stared down at Legravalima with a cold expression.
"Do it, Zazie." He told the boy.
Zazie proceeded to lift his sword before piercing it through Legravalima's eye.
"You're the last one." Norman turned to Iverk who sat on the ground.
