‎ . . . drats. i’ve lost! ‎

‎ i find myself unfamiliar with the language. . . how rare. ‎

‎ . . . i don’t believe that is my name? ‎

‎ ( . . . a staring contest? ) ‎

‎ staring at ( reader. ) ‎

‎ quiet ‎

‎ “there’s somebody willing to help” ‎

‎ i cannot change what you already believe about yourself, nanami. but i can help you to disprove it. your troubles do not hinder me at all— for this is my sole duty. to rid this material plane of all negative spirits that plague it. for the greater good of humanity. and, if it comforts. . . ‎

‎ it is not a sin to believe in others. far from it. kindness truly is a virtue. i can see it in the color of your soul— the kindness within you. and i love you as i love all souls like you for your gentle spirit. i see you, and i see your pain. . . ‎

‎ just give me a bit brooding stranger im trying to restore the hopemaxxing as we speak im like jesus ‎

‎ That's correct. You do not know who or what I am, but I want you to know I do not seek to harm you - as many have before. I do not wish to lay my hands upon you in ways other's have. But your resolve has weakened. . . That's not you, is it ? ‎

‎ . . . but to accomplish this, you must learn to protect yourself first and foremost. 𝕹anami. ‎

‎ “ It is possible to guide others onto the right path as to avoid as many casualties as possible. It is imperative now more than ever that we remain hopeful. Because that misery is what will make the problem stronger. Giving up is a gateway to destruction. I will do all I can. “ ‎

‎ “ I’m afraid so. More than I’ve seen before in eons. Normally, this bad omen is not meant to be powerful enough to sense on a physical level. But it seems that they’ve leaked into the physical realm enough to do just that. “ eyelids lowered in somber emotion, but also in deep thought. ‎

‎ whisked away to a familiar ethereal realm— a temple that drifted within the clouds. it’s grandiose appearance and bright hues made perfect sense for a deity of draconic lineage. not a sound existed but the perfect whispers of the morning breeze and the subtle singing of wind chimes. ‎

‎ THEN BEG MORE. IM LEAVING. ‎

‎ DONT TALK TO ME. ‎

‎ IM NOT LISTENING ‎

‎ NO ‎

‎ no. ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ No . . . ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I smell something foul. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ Oh, no, I was regarding it with affection. I love that there are so many of you— compared to how little deities that I know of. Even fewer are the ones who view mortals kindly. . . . Though, I suppose I tend to grow easily affectionate in my line of work as a guardian. ‎

‎ There are a lot of new colorful faces around here, so it seems. A whole new world of differing personalities coexisting on one planet. It all looks so small from my perspective— I can see so many of you. I’m curious as to what goes on in their little lives. ‎

‎ . . . That’s an alarming amount of demons! You don’t see that every day. ‎

‎ If I were to be truthful, I’ve grown a bit jaded over the last few years. This universe holds so much anger within it, my duty almost seems like never ending work. How I long for a spirit festival again. . . ‎

‎ Hm. Well, I suppose that would depend on if you’ve succumbed to the impulses that were second nature to our former band of. . . Individuals. ( floating down. ) I jest, I jest. We are still friends. ‎

‎ Alpha, so it /is/ you. I know that voice from anywhere. You look so much different than the last I saw you. ‎

‎ ( temp pinned. ) ‎