Nya clenched her teeth. Images of that baleful night danced upon feeling the Dark Lord's touch. She began to shudder and knelt under the sheer evil pressure of the youthful demon.

[i]A familiar image was presented before their eyes.

Death. Demons everywhere. All of them were dead. But she was special. Or just unlucky. Crawling over her many wounds, gasping to struggle for air in her last moments. Those injuries could fell a human. They all cackled, cawing like crows before a would-be carrion. The many grotesque demonic figures licked their lips.

And they exploded in a shower of blood and gore. A sharp dressed man, eyeing the youth. Placing a book besides the little girl. In his back... the horror of aeons. A pulsating mass whose existence defied the laws of hell, earth, and heaven. Eyes. Muscles. Mouths. Legs. Tentacles. Tearing the demons apart in a nightmarish storm of eldritch flesh.

"Happy 15th anniversary, my child." 

A human, and yet-not smile was flashed on the man-resembling thing that should not be. And then, the whole scene, as if a photograph being forcibly aged, had its colors faded. Except the man. The man who was now...[b]staring right back at the Demon Lord[/b]. It grinned, its pearly white teeth showing a big smile, while he waggled his finger.

To say it felt incredibly [b]wrong[/b] was an understatement. Memories weren't supposed to [b]react back[/b] much less [b]answer[/b].

"Not your pawn. Mine."

Darkness engulfed all. No more memories were shown.
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Two hands clamped the Demon lord's arm with a steely grip. Nya's eyes went blank as she shuddered...and began to laugh. Her cackles had a demented, unhinged nature. And then, out of nowhere, her shoulderblade bursted, revealing a tentacle who then also latched on the demon lord, exerting bone-breaking pressure in the process.

[i]She wasn't even human. She was magical and a girl. But she was...something worth of being sealed in the crevices of reality.[/i]

"aLl pRaISe ThE cRaWLiIIInG chAos." The girl abomination repeated in a high pitched, unhinged whisper. The left side of her face looked possitively [i]melted and bloated[/i]...and the right side. It had two more eyes now. Who were narrowing her gaze at the Demon Lord.

"SooO. pReTTy. TaSty. mAY i eAT yoUR FACE FACE FACE. BANANA!" The girl beamed. Tendrils were wiggling out of her ears, and her tongue, which wiggled outside her mouth, had sprouted lamprey-like teeth, crowned by a set of spider legs who jutted awkwardly out of her gums. She convulsed, as her entire head and limbs and body shifted 180 degrees, her back facing the demon lord instead of the front, while the arms, legs and head kept the focus on Linda.

"foOD fRieND." She cackled as a row of spines shot from her chest, creating some sort of mockery of spinal ridge. One of her hands let go, cupping a green, sickly flameball.

"mommY dUn't wAnnA eAT RaW dEmon tOday." She added, as she began to mindless pelter her target with the Fire of Tulzscha point blank, with no regard to safety.

"hOt. tINglY. hUNgry." She repeated. "hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry.hOt. tINglY. hUNgry!" 

"FEEEEED MEEEEEEE! POOOWER!" She finally howled in top of her lungs as she kept mindlessly and unrelently attacking Linda. "HRURTTJVGFYEAAAH!"