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“ Master, master... “

There was Lucifer poking at the pitiful creature curled into a ball. A moment ago the said creature had been walking around stupefied, trying to run from the weird voice speaking inside his head and the next thing he knew was the granny appearing out of nowhere. 

Kaiji wasn’t crying but he was certainly about to. Hands hugging his knees, chin resting over them he sat there staring at nothing. He thought nothing would feel worse than freeloading at Sakazaki’s by now... After meeting Miyoshi and Maeda again something had lit up inside him, finally he got out from the hell that was apathy he had lulled himself into... 

And then this happened. It’s a mess inside his head.

“ Master are you listening.... “

And what the hell was up with this hag?! She kept calling him master for one - that was totally creepy. With all the exhaustingly intense emotions getting better of him it was hard to be sitting about. He bounced up lashing out a loud exclamation against the old woman’s face.

“ ARE YOU THE ONE WHO GOT ME HERE?! “

“ No master, that’s negative.... You should listen to what others try tell you young man--- “

“ THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT THEN?!!  “

Elderly woman sighed turning his head at other direction now with an apologetic look on her face. Explanation would have to be left for other time - or perhaps she could pass that baton for someone else. 

“ Master, I’ve been trying to tell you... We have company. Perhaps you’d listen to them better.... “

“ What do you think, stranger? Care to help me with this creature eh? “

      【❉】~;     It all felt like a bad dream, falling to awaken in such a dark area. This didn’t look like Atlas or Beacon...in fact it didn’t look like any of the four kingdoms...all that was in sight was a surrounding area that had been engulfed by the darkness itself...perhaps this was what she was training for her entire life? The reason she enrolled into Beacon Academy in the first place? No...that couldn’t be it, why is that she she alone was here yet there was not another soul in sight?      Weiss pushed herself back up her feet, standing upright as she began to scout the surrounding area, by instinct her hand reaching for her belt as if to draw her weapon, t was then eye’s widened as she looked down revealing to herself that her weapon was no longer with her...no weapon mean’t no dust...no dust meant no abilities...no abilities meant a very powerless heiress...well if that title is still active around here...though that would seem to be a very big no.

"Mammon, do you know where our weapons go when they take them away?"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Some secrets ain't meant to be figured out. Why d'ya ask? Finally resolving to winning this?"

"I've got people waiting for me. Can't afford to dilly dally around here. So...which way should we go first?"

"Hey, you're the Master here! You figure it out!"

"...fine, then I guess we'll head north for now."

Upon the magical chest board there is a piece that is most crucial; reigning supreme above all other pieces. The King piece, usually weak, protected, a coward compared to the board around it. In order to triumph over an opponent, it is the king that must be captured after all other subjects are dealt with, or strategy comes into play. By far the weakest piece on the board, it holds back whilst army guards its place. That is to say... If this were a normal piece to topple easily. For this King was no point of victory, no lamb to be eaten. Those who sought victory would fall before obtaining their goal. For the King of this game was no mere tool -- Rather, he be the truest force to reckon with.  

Rokkenjima, an island existing on tales of a past game played by witches. It is the pinnacle of witchcraft's disgusting powers, old hags unable to live their lives away from causing mischief. Once again, hosting yet another odd game to unlock secrets, reveal hidden treasures, and take winners to a promise land of paradise. That is what is to be thought by the game's players, all of whom are not being summoned. He, who dislikes witches, arrives fashionably late to said party... Gilgamesh, readying his plans to enjoy himself. 

Under a tall tree, shade peering over the King and his vassal, he stands with one hand at his side and the other busy. Left pocket filled with fingers, relaxing back against timber. An item of gold is tossed over and over again, caught repeatedly by right hand. His eyes are sharply gazing onto what lays before him, visage lacking emotion for most part. To his right, kneeling down to ground is the gift given onto him by this game's host: Stake of Envy. It stares idly at its master for long periods of time, knowing full well of his irritable swings.

"Do you enjoy gawking?" Gilgamesh calls out to his unwanted retainer. "I would do well to remove your eyes before long. I did not grant you permission to do so. Shut your eyes until addressed." Not a threat. An order given by the soul owner. It nods,beautiful features ignored by his contempt for godly beings. Though a mere piece of furniture, its appearance reminds him of olden gods now abandoned by mankind. He will keep it as a reminder of his current weakness, but will only use it when needed. Until then, it is nothing more than a nuisance.

"My apologies."

Boredom begins to set in, golden locks rustling through winds seemingly lasting longer and longer as time went by. Gilgamesh appeared to be awaiting the arrival of another guest, one he knew would come soon enough. However, time continued to flow on slowly, her tardiness wear thin. Someone else had come to the scene, someone he held no interest in at all. Bracing herself, Leviathan stiffened in ready attack. Gilgamesh, remained indifferent had now grew annoyed. "Settle down. There is nothing to fear. We are all weakened by the witches who rule this realm." said Gilgamesh, keeping eyes on whomever appear.

... it smelled like rust.

Well, maybe it wasn't the right word, but... Efina had been pretty confused by everything since she'd woken up. Alone... kind of. The small dragon let out a soft huff, ruffling the white hair of the girl currently giving her a piggyback through the strange surroundings.

She'd woken up, alone and confused on a shaded woodland path--save for the sharp, pointy... thing (stake, she'd been quickly corrected) that had been clutched in her hands. The stake that had soon began talking to her, changing appearance to a young girl with really big-- well. It had been a lot to take in, staring at the haughty girl that introduced herself as a 'Stake of Pergu....Pergay......'-- a very grand word that failed to fall from Efina's tongue in quite the same way as her's. Her name was atan, though, that much she'd been able to pick up.

Once it had become apparent that her explanations of this place (Roku...Rokenju....Rockinjukebox?) were going right over the smaller girl's head, she'd stopped with an abrupt sigh. The abridged version was a bit easier to follow, summed up in two simple facts. Whether she liked it not, the young girl was now Satan's 'master' and she was here to participate in a 'game'.

There was still plenty about it she didn't understand, the word 'master' leaving an unpleasant feeling in the dragon's stomach, like eating bitter truths. After some bickering, they'd managed to settle on 'Lady Efina' (when really, Efi was all she wanted--!) when the scantily clad demon had informed her that her new home was not far off and that she would escort the smaller girl there.

Cue more bickering over Efina's request for a piggyback (a noble piece of furniture and she was reducing her to some kind of baysitter!) before the two set off and the young girl was left to stew in her own thoughts.

Teo wasn't anywhere. Nearby, at least -- he let her go play alone, but he'd never left her alone on purpose before. She wasn't necessarily worried about his safety (too much) but...

She missed him.

There was something else that had been bothering her too, a niggling, uncomfortable feeling. Pursing her lips, she wiggled forward slightly, resting her chin on Satan's shoulder properly before finally breaking the silence between the two.

"Can you tell me a lie?"

The stake looked at her new master from the corner of her eye, eyebrow raised before turning to face forward again, a slight smirk lighting her lips.

"... Lady Efina is just as beautiful as Lady Beatrice."

"!!"

Well, it was definitely a lie. One that hurt! She had plenty of growing left to do!! And yet... looking around curiously, Efina saw nothing. No monsters, small and cute, muddy or horrendous... absolutely nothing. Not a single lie. Her stomach growled, just as dismayed by this revelation as the rest of her. What was she supposed to do, though? Lies were the only things that filled her up... and what would happen to liars when she couldn.t eat their lies?

While the dragon muddled through this dilemma, Satan stopped abruptly, causing her to peer over the stake's shoulder curiously.

A light giggle was echoing through the forest of the island, she had found herself on. It wasn't surprising for her, to be summoned to places, she had not been before, nor expected to be. As a heroic spirit it was, in fact usual to be summoned by a master to fight in a war, but still.. this time, something had been different. The girl was standing between the corpses of wolves that had tried to attack her, alongside strange goat-like humans, who would one after another, disappear in thin air. It wasn't her who killed all of them, even if she'd had enjoyed it, it was her servant, and exactly that was, what had been different this time. She had been the master of a servant this time and for the first time, since she had become a heroic spirit, she was able to order someone around as she pleased.

    "You aren't as useless, as I thought you to be! My, my.. you created quite a mess though, just as I like it! What was your name again, hm?"

The pinkette would face the man, who was dressed in red and black. Kneeling down, he'd lower his head.

My name is Lucifer, a stake of pugatory and I represent the sin of Pride.