Mercurial
Mad Hatter has a few difficulties coping with how people have changed, post-canon.
“You are not fit to carry the weight of Pride,” hir lord said, evenly. “You have none. Not really.”
Mad Hatter has a few difficulties coping with how people have changed, post-canon.
“You are not fit to carry the weight of Pride,” hir lord said, evenly. “You have none. Not really.”
The world is changing for everyone, and everyone has to find some way to deal with it.
Lucifer’s eyes were hooded. “I am very dedicated to a stable world for all of us, but I’m doing it out of spite towards the dead. I’m not going to kill you off with unwarranted optimism.”
Those who are left forge connections along with their new world.
“Remind me again why we’re bothering to talk to anyone else about this little project of yours?” Arariel asked as she strode back to him.
How Ryouma got so girl-clueless.
"Gabriel-sama?" Arariel leaned around the doorway, and raised her brows at the seal Gabriel had just completed. "Um. Someone due for a little divine punishment?"
"Eminently," Gabriel said, between her teeth.