[REWRITING] Sense of Obsession

Chapter 9

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The static in Homura's head cleared as he regained consciousness.

"Mmghh... Bustie? Mind recapping?"

The area around him was covered with embers and a sense of dread filled him before he could think straight.

"BUSTIE?!?"

A familiar warmth appeared from behind, the being of flames laying his head on Homura's shoulder. The hunter jumped, pushing the devil off.

"What's up, Mura... scared I wrecked the place? Well, don't you worry your little head, these ashes are from devils!"

As the air cleared, Homura would see the bodies of a variety of insignificant devils. Why would Bustie derail from the mission? Is he trying to get him fired???

"I could get lectured for this, or even worse, Bustie. What the fuck was going through that mind of yours to do THIS?"

"Isn't our job to rid of devils? If anything you should be thanking me, in fact, all of public safety should be kissing my ass."

"God... I'm gonna have to fill out so much paperwork. — How'd there get to be this many?! This isn't even the same house from the mission!"

Bustie blew a raspberry as he smugly shrugged.

"Hueuheue I guess my radiance is just absolutely BLAZING!!!"

Homura's face echoed exhaustion, body sore and in dire need of rest. He let out another groan, rubbing his temple.

The usual ritual began, Bustie making his way into Homura's back, though this time he seemed panicked...

"Kopoyagi."

A shiver rippled down Homura's spine.

"If force is necessary, I will use it. So tell me, is that really the 'oven devil' you foster?"
A smile with no intent to show leniency toward Homura spread like mold across Makima's face.

"Mi-miss Makima..!"

His breathing became labored, face hot. They had just reconciled, but... expelling this devil from his body... Homura could have a chance at true freedom.

"I... lied, this devil it's—"

The heat rose in his back like a warning flare.

"The—!"

Homura had no chance to finish his sentence before he began hacking up flames, Bustie taking over.

"What he meant to say is, business should be minded! And, well, I'm a good boy, so it's just too harsh to scold me for doing our job!"

"There's a process for these things, if you refuse to conform then you must be contained."

Makima's eyes of gold grew bright, and it seemed like the lines within them spun round and round, hypnotizing.

"οὐ δύνασαι παῦσαι πῦρ ἐπειδὰν διασπαρῇ, γύναι."
Bustie spat, his flames growing searing with each word that seeped from the woman's mouth.