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The key around my neck signifies truth, and, as it unfolds deep within the synapses of my mind, I cannot help but reach one conclusion: this is hell. Hell beyond that which devours the souls of the damned and turns them into power cells of concentrated sin and abhorrent emotions, a hell guarded by the Yama's judgment and the Sanzu's sanctity. Hell further than the scalding Blood Polls and Gaia, both mother and cemetery of all… No, this is a hell where one little girl—one that hasn't taken her first breath of fresh air—needs to go lengths upon lengths for the mere chance to speak to her father.

Because that's what me and Meiling are: vehicles to get Sekai to her Father…

… That simple smile before the Lótus closed and melted the replica of my body; the love Meiling told she babbled about…

For how long did you think of this, brat? In that cold, lonely world with that tree full of futures and pasts that'll never be, always standing so close yet so far from all you loved…?

A hell of an innocent—a tiny, gilded cage for you, an unseen goddess.

There were other ways of reaching your father, right? You likely didn't need to guide me and Meiling through this goose chase, leaving just enough for us to figure it out, yet you've done it—now, you stand there, twenty feet away, bearing the semblance of people you call mothers but with those lonely eyes I saw against the silhouette of the ethereal tree…

You're smiling now, Sekai. You're hearing all this, giggling to yourself and indulging in knowing this mother of yours is impressed with how far you've gone, reducing me and Meiling to pulps… Because that's what this war is for you: playtime, isn’t it?

You're just one goddamn child who wants to spend time with those you love. Why else would you choose this asinine method to reach Anon? One with many gambles—risks?

Yukari would've chosen alternative methods; I'd have too…

Children will be children, even those born in hell.

So let us have a pleasurable playtime, bratty little lady! And you better talk to me afterward—

My hair floats up as sigil after sigil springs to life, chest burning as my dried-out well of magic searches outside this body for enough power to cast these ascending spells of fiery hues that blazed out for the skies, promising a shower of cosmic proportions.

—Otherwise, your dad is good as dead!

“Meteoros!” And so, as the skies cracked open and meteors rained down into Earth, the copies of Sekai moved, as did Meiling, full assurance of her moves as a bloody gust followed her movements.

It was utter, scenic chaos.

The land rumbled and thunders sang as Meiling's fist met Koa's jaw, sending the succubus crashing onto a falling meteor and shattering the celestial pebble into billions of pieces; Flandre, my copy, and Sakuya jumped Meiling, who, moved by Ki, managed to dodge and counterattack, a spectacular sight amidst the deluge of fire and earth-shattering tremors—but I paid no attention, eyes solely on the two that decided to come for me, ethereal grimories opening all around and body drawing energy from outside, combusting these ghostly pores.

In a body made of flesh, I'd already be dead…

… But one made off her magic?

It was competent enough to save the world.

Lady Remilia is swiftly met with Sigils of Baphomet clawing their way to existence and spewing infernal flamethrowers of ebony ash, the vampire swiftly dodging as her arm morphed, confusingly, to a longer one holding a familiar maple leaf—!! Suddenly, a mighty tornado ruptured and swallowed up the flames, sending them towards the falling cobblestones in awe-striking fashion. Meiling's copy enjoyed the breach to bear down on me, kick meeting a massive circle of magic spawning kilometers of golden chains, the inside of my body burning as I flew away from her and towards real Meiling; we cannot fight separated!

Koakuma met me in the way, her claws meeting an assortment of bubbles that wafted towards her, the copy dodging a tad later; one bubble hit her miniskirt and, with no warning, exploded her entire leg off—an opportunity.

I floated forward the fastest I could, hacking coughing gone—thank you, my bratty daughter; though wouldn’t your father be rather mad at you aiding my pursuit of killing him?

… Hm, who am I fooling? He'd laugh it off, I'm certain.

A bloodied hand of mine caught Koakuma’s face. “Begone; you've got work to do.” In the next moment, a sigil akin to broad strokes of a pencil dipped in starlight takes the form of the Holy Crucifix and, with a horrid screeching, Koakuma disintegrates in holy flames—

—Sounds of shattering chains!

I turn, ready with protection spell layered on top of protection spell…

Only to see Fakeling holding a whole meteor, her—Sekai's—eyes full of wonder and joy.

She then jumped and, abruptly growing a weird ethereal lizard tail, slammed the meteor in my direction, as if the world around us wasn't shaking with the continuous rain of fire.

… Children can often be fairly dramatic.