"Lady, you called?"
"Yes, but not all of you at the same time. It hurts my head when you girls talk all at once."
"She's doing it again!? Please make her stop!" this little one whimpers and continues crying while another one pulls out a scythe...
"Stop your crying you little baby...I'll kill all of you if ******** feel like it...and she ain't goin to do s**t to stop me!!"
*sighs* "Quiet please. I'll start calling you all children again"
Lunar stands up, white hair whips about as she charges the black haired girl with the scythe. She throws a punch and the scythe girl doges.
"Stop being so cruel to Azrill!"
The girl only chuckled. "I knew I'd provoke someone in this dead mind!"
The Lady, sitting upon Lunar's throne, rubbing her temples as the pain in her head increase...sighed. Annoyed by the reaction of her creations to her existence in their world...
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Tragic Little Disease
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