That's fucked up on so many levels.
She was in the wrong place at the right time, just like all of us.
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist"Maybe, but eff me they hit like trucks." He laughed. "A shame that most of them...."
He trailed off, and for once one could see a lapse in Samael's good cheer.
"Whatever, anyway, if she's with you guys in this mess, she must be made of tough stuff eh?"
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"No. They're my office workers. They do what I tell them to do, and I feed them my energy plus the souls of whoever they kill." He said. "Although you have to get them in your body first. That's always a hassle. Plus the ones I actually do enslave." He sighed.
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He nodded and turned to Kirb.
"Yeah they do. They raise up their hands, sparkles come out of nowhere change their clothes. Then they raise a pink staff with a heart on the end of it, say something like "With the power of love!!!" and release the arcane equivalent of a nuclear bomb."
He looked at Daisy. "Seriously? Then what are you doing here?"
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