[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 8

"I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts."

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After a few scuffles and spilled water buckets... both Homura and the Fire Devil managed to come to an agreement!

The hunter had decided he'd rather not be too conscious of the horrors...

Homura would allow the devil to take over his body during hunting hours, while Homura handled casual matters. A fool-proof plan indeed...

Yet another contract was made, an easier one. In exchange for a few ounces of Homura's blood, the devil wouldn't be able to burn any non-threats it didn't need to. (A little strange but it was surprisingly effective)

Amongst their conversations, a question arose:
"Calling you the Fire Devil... or uhh, Oven Devil is way too long, you got a nickname or am I gonna have to make one?"

The devil pondered for a moment before responding,
"Well, I've taken a liking to you. I suppose we can dismiss formalities..."

. . .

"Bustie, that's my name."

A stifled laugh.
"Really?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

"A little childish is all..."

"It's short for CxHy + (x + y/4)O2 → xCO2 + (y/2)H2O"

"What???"

"Combustion."

"Ah...you come up with that yourself..?"

"Nope."

"So—"

"Asking a lot of questions, you've used up your free trial, chump."

"Excuse you!?"

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RIIIINNG RIIIIING ... RIIIING RIIIIING

"Ah... I was gonna go get groceries.."

Homura waddled over to the phone, wrapping the string around his finger.
"Hello, who's this?"

"Good morning, Kopoyagi."
That sultry yet commanding voice... Makima.

"Oh! Morning ma'am, is there something you needed me to do?"