Humans are either clueless or in touch with the abyss.
That was the kind of world she was sent to this time.
Though she has gone through many lives that would result in madness, she was thankful that her past selves held on since it was due to their stubborn clinging to life that they managed to collect a variety of powers that bend the rules of the world.
Well, in her current case, her abnormal powers were quite the norm in this world. And though it would seem like it had no penalties, she still has to look out whenever she uses one of hers as the world's consciousness may detect her as an anomaly.
"Wan!" The bark snapped her out of her daze and she looked down at the small devil that had taken her thighs as a resting place.
"Yes? Did you need me for something, Pochita?" The girl asked as she placed a hand on the devil's back. Surprisingly, the devil had fur, unlike what she was expecting it to be a smooth surface.
Pochita, the weakened chainsaw devil. Looking at the small figure and quite cartoonish color that they sported, she can't imagine this devil to be the same as the chainsaw devil feared by all the other devils.
"Wan." Another bark and a glance at a place. The girl looked at what Pochita had pointed at, only to see the cautious Denji that was peeking out from the closet door.
Though his friend had lowered their guard around the girl, Denji still felt unnerved whenever he was close to her.
".... What?" Denji said as he tried hard to send a glare, but all the girl could see was a scrunched face close to a pout, not in the slightest threatening.
With a smile, the girl waited. She was patient. She learned to be patient. That is why it is of no challenge to wait on the boy.
"You can't sleep there. That's the closet." The girl said as she closed her eyes while stroking the back of the chainsaw devil.
"Look, Pochita is sleeping already." The girl didn't know if there was such a thing as the concept of sleep for devils, but with the way Pochita's calm heartbeat and breathing sounded, it was akin to sleeping.
"...Hmn...." Denji was adamant, his eyes never leaving the two.
"🎶~🎶~🎶~" Denji flinched at the unfamiliar sound that the girl made.
Sitting on the bed with Pochita on her lap, the girl let out a sound, a tune, a melody that he didn't know of. Yet it was strangely calming.
It might've been because of the room, or it was all in Denji's head, but the humming seemingly echoed.
"...W-Whats that...." His sudden remark caused it to stop. The girl looked at him then chuckled.
Unbeknownst to him, Denji had already taken a few steps out of the closet, his hand raised in an awkward angle towards the girl.
He face burned.
"It's a lullaby..." Then with a gesture calling for him, Denji approached. His earlier vigilance is gone, making the girl a bit happy at that.
"You're supposed to lay on the bed." In all honesty, the girl was surprised at where Denji decided to go.
With Pochita's upper body on her left leg, the boy decided to rest his head on her other, sitting down on the floor as if it was the most comfortable choice of resting in the room.
"...No... I like it here..." Denji murmured, and due to the several frills on her skirt, it made it possible for the boy to bury his face on it trying to hide his burning face.
"'Cuz...It's warm..." For the girl, it was an uncomfortable position as both her thighs had heads resting on them, plus with Denji hugging her legs.
She didn't know what came over the boy to suddenly lose his earlier cautiousness, but seeing them sleeping peacefully, she let it be.
"Sleep well."
And so she hums the lullaby engraved in her soul.
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