009. | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

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   "𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 day—leave request for the fiend Power is approved." The old middle aged man said bedore scoffing,

"be back by five o'clock!" He warned before then walking away from the both of them, leaving the two alone.

The blonde male faced the fiend, "You can't even go out on your own?" Denji broke the silence.

"Nope!" Power chirped in, Popping the 'p'.

"I was so bored being in here all the time." She closed her eyes before then crossing her arms.

Soon after, they hopped onto a subway. Sitting near but a bit far from eachother.

Power's arms laid to the top rail of the chair as her legs crossed, along with denji right beside her, his elbow rested against his knees as he examined around.

The fiend darted her eyes to the other, "I know where to find the devil who took Meowy.." Power looked to the blonde male,

"The only problem is that only you can fight it." She explained,

Denji sat in silence, his eyes stared to the other. Waiting for her to explain further more.

"if it sees me, it'll use Meowy as a shield." She broke the eye contact, "Then it would be checkmate." She continued.

The male pursed his lips as his eyes stared down to the fiend's chest.

He then sighed softly, "I had a pet too." Denji claimed, "Tis a devil named Pochita." His eyes stared to the ground as he thought of the little devil.

The orange coloured devil that resembled as a dog, a chainsaw protruding in between it's eyes as a chainsaw handle placed on where his ears should've been, his round eyes and four stubby legs making him appear more cuter.

Unconciously, his lips curled to a small smile imaging Pochita. A thought then passed his mind, Causing his smile to fall to a thin line.

"I can't ever pet him again." his lips fell immediantly.

"But, it's okay. Cuz he's alive inside me, right here!" He pats his chest, gesturing right exact where his heart would've been.

The male's smile fell again quickly as Power shouted out of nowhere.

"Humans are so foolish!" She scoffed,

The male's eyebrows then furrowed together, annoyance lit up inside him fron the sudden insult coming from the fiend.

"Say what?" He scowled,

"That means Pochita died, does it not?" She rolled her eyes, "the dead have no life! 'They're in my heart' or whatever—that's pathetic consolation!" She huffed as she rested her back.

The other quieted down in shock, just before he could argue, he cuts himself off as his eyes fell down back to her chest.

He huffed, his tense shoulder relaxed as his back hunched. "Yeah, yeah.." he grumbles, reluctantly agreeing with the fiend's words.

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐕𝐄. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍 Where stories live. Discover now