ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

Sealed deal

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The cold night air blew from the north, and below from where two figures dressed in formal attire are seen walking. It was quite an uncanny sight, that one.

In the sky was the moon. It shone and encompassed the rather languid streets of Shibuya, a stark contrast to its lively atmosphere in the daytime. Shops were closing, people were going home, and animals retreated into their own homes.

Satoru and Makima walk side by side. They leave the museum, artifact in hand. An air of tension and silence surrounded them—unfitting both as such an occurrence was rare, even for them. There was always communication and understanding, but this time, she was closed off.

They get in the car but she still refuses to talk to him. She looks to the opposite direction of where Satoru is. He frowns.

He pulls over to the side and looks at her.

"Hey..." he started. "I know you didn't get to finish your mission by yourself. I know you're pretty independent. You'd rather finish a mission on your own than ask for help."

"Sorry about that. I wanted to give you the vase. I'll let you keep it so don't get mad anymore okay?" he pleads

"Wouldn't you rather keep a billion yen vase to yourself than give it to someone like me?" she says

"Someone like you? What do you mean?" he asks

"I'm the Control devil." she says

"You know what I mean? Like the reason why even Sukuna is wary of my presence? He told you right?" she adds
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FLASHBACKS

A week ago....

Sukuna stirs from his innate domain inside of his vessel, Itadori Yuji.

He senses it. The Control devil. It's that woman with golden ringed eyes and braided red hair.

He lets his presence be known to the woman in front of him by appearing on Itadori Yuji's cheek.

"The Control devil huh. Why they call you that I don't know. I wouldn't care either. But I'd be more cautious around her if I were you, brat."

Fortunately, he didn't go out to waste his energy talking just to say something annoying. No, he came with a warning.
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"I know some sorcerers and curses call me that for as long as I've walked the earth. Because of the kind of powers I have. Being able to control and manipulate living beings to follow my every whim."

"But I don't know why they call me a devil. I'm only human. I have feelings too, even if I don't show them much." she says, sadness in her eyes.

"Am I a cruel person, Satoru? Do I seem like a devil whenever I'm doing my job as a sorcerer?" she asks him

"Am I bad for having these abilities I don't plan on using for evil?" she asks once more, eyes looking at him for an answer

The last question caught him off guard. Who knew the emotionless, neutral, stoic Makima had this side to her?

Everyone has weaknesses for as long as they're human. Nobody is perfect. Not even him.

"I know you're a good person. I trust you with my life. Remember when we fought those gods and you pulled out your domain? You could've easily gotten rid of me. But you didn't." he said