The Demon

  “I’m not going to lose to you!”

"Are you drunk or something? A little mutherfucker like you will never win against someone like me!"

  “You wanna fight?”

"U wanna get ass kicks?"

  “Yeah, that’s right. A witch!”

"---How dare you.."

  “I’m not a brat, you witch!”

"What did you just...how dare you..A WITCH?!"

whitehairedmage started following you

“M-M-Mira? When did Lisanna get so tall?” 

"How shall I know, little brat?"

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The mention of her rival Erza aroused her interest. Not often people did noticed that she and the scarlet haired mage did fight. "--- You saw the cake-bitch? Well, well. Yeah, I'm her rival. And I'm also the one who always kick her ass. Call me demon or Mira. Both sound better then Mirajane."

Mira looked at the small girl the was standing right in front of her. Was she dreaming, hallucinating maybe. She had been drinking a bit along with Cana that day maybe it was the booze making her see things. But as soon as she heard the girl speak, she knew this was really happening. Her younger self was standing right there in front of her.  “Strange…” She thought to herself, this had never happened before.

Something strange happened, the small mage was suddenly in front of a woman almost looked exactly like her mother, who had long since died. She was a bit confused now. She felt a bit happy, to see someone who looked like her. But Mira wasn't a person who did showed her feeling so easily. And of course, this woman didn't look exactly like her mother, there were a few differences have been and still almost the same. "Oi, oi, woman. Stop staring at me!"

"Why do you know my name..?"

cut your big threads or i’ll cut you.

Thank you for being one of the biggest cockblocks in history.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

"How dare you...to call me mini..."

"You piss me off...."