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Power was going to die today.
That was never a sentence the blood fiend suspected herself to be so… Neutral… Saying.
But one thing she had bothered to remember from Makima's boring lessons was that her life has certainties.
She needed to eat
She needed to bathe (..this one she wasn't so certain of.)
And now. She needed to die.
In all honesty, Power was more disappointed that she wasn’t given a death more fit for someone of her standards. When she died she expected it to be in a gruesome battle with some lowlife devil that she could defeat in a bloody massacre.
Yet, instead of revelling in the taste of absolute victory she deserved, Power was stuck in some crummy bakery, deciding which of the display cakes she wanted.
This was another thing about humans Power could never understand. The importance of celebrating the mere fact they were born. T’was stupid in her eyes, the idea that being forced into this weird world was something that could be considered a blessing. She assumed Denji agreed with her, considering he had never celebrated any of his own before now..
Somehow..
But, if it was a reason for her to be able to devour something sweet, then she’d waste Aki’s money buying one. It's not like he could even care anymore.. Tis a shame..
Power didn’t understand why Makima had insisted on the cake, her piercing, silent stare scaring the fiend too much to ask questions at that time.
Maybe she simply wanted them to celebrate with Denji before taking Power away for her defeat. Makima was nice.. Sometimes.
Deep down, the blood fiend was absolutely terrified of her oncoming death, she hated the idea of returning back to hell. With all its scummy, annoying lowlifes that didn't understand when they were in the presence of someone with her immense capability. As ridiculous as it was, Power had even found herself.. Liking the life Makima had given her, and it upset her that she had to give it up so soon.
However, Power had no control on this topic, Miss Makima was kind enough to keep a fiend like her around for this long. And she even let her have something sweet before her passing. So, Power collected the large cake from the weirdo behind the counter, holding it in her arms as she made her way to Makima’s apartment.
She decided to pick one of the cheaper options of cake, Denji took control of their money when Aki was.. Unable to. So it meant she was now on an allowance. Which was utterly stupid to put on a future President! Thus, instead of picking the red velvet three tiered superior option of this store, Power was forced to ask for the small sponge cake covered in what the human behind the counter called “vanilla buttercream”.
Purely because of how conveniently cheap it was. Not because of some memory of Denji continuously raving in her ear about how good strawberries were with cream, and that this cake seemed to be the perfect amalgamation of everything her best friend liked.. Absolutely not, she was the great fantastical Power! Everything she did was for her own gain, because no one else mattered!
“GHAHAHAHA!!” She bellowed, ignoring how nervous her voice seemed, intently focused on the joy scaring the humans in the bakery caused her. The fiend peeked into the white box in her arms, seeing how the workers iced on the “Happy Birthday Denji” message atop the small chocolate slab.
30 minutes to go.
A calm, collected voice echoed into her brain. Ah, yes. Miss Makima was on a time limit. And Power was a ticking time bomb. She huffed grumpily, shutting the lid to the box and dragging herself out.
The streets of Japan’s cities were always busy, overrun and bustling with useless humans. It made Power want to scream. She hated going out at these times, where people had no manners, were too loud, too smelly, too much ..
It was much better to lounge about in the forests where there were absolutely no filthy humans to bother her, where she could play with her precious Meowy!-
Meowy.
She wasn’t going to be able to care for her kitty.. Not if she was dead. Did Makima know this? Was she planning to kill Meowy too? Was she going to make him a stray again?
Maybe Power could convince Denji to take him in. It wouldn’t be too bad.. Denji was a trusted companion, who would surely treat her precious Meowy the way the cat deserved! She would just need to try to talk to him, there were many things she could offer him in exchange. Dead people don’t need belongings, so she had a ton of things at her disposal! All of those would be worth keeping her Meowy in good care.
“Hmph, Denji should do it anyways! I’m the great Power. Tis the highest honour for him to be chosen to care for my Meowy!”
She thought to herself, letting the idea carry her away from getting frustrated in the crowds of people. The fiend had to make sure she asked when she got to the apartment, that she could drill into Denji just how important this responsibility was, and provide him all the ways to treat her Meowy well, it would save him a few scratches.
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The blood fiend found the closer she got to the apartment, the weaker she felt. As if something in her stupid human body was furiously warning against getting to Makima and Denji.
Stupid human body, this is why being a devil is so much better!
Power climbed onto the empty elevator, ignoring how clammy her hands were, how her knees seemed to tremble as her throat became dry. As suddenly, the severity of her situation seemed to hit her all at once.
She was really going to die. Makima was going to kill her.. Why? Did she do something wrong? Was it because she.. She couldn’t fight the gun fiend? She didn’t know why she wasn’t more helpful, she could smell Aki all over it, and she was right.. But why would that stop the great illustrious Power? She had always wanted to kill Aki.. Even as he took her in. And cared for her, and made sure she was safe, and fed her…
Fuck.. She was weak. These stupid humans made her weak! Stupid Aki and his calm words and soft voice. Stupid Denji and his fun foods and how fun he was!
She didn't want to leave.. She didn't want to die.. She wanted to spend more time at the beach, fighting more devils, being.. Human.
Tears were welling in her eyes, hot, salty tears that Power furiously tried to blink back, trying to stop her shaking arms from dropping the cake. Denji’s cake.. Denji, who was celebrating his birthday.. Denji who.. Would have no one left.
Her body moved like it was being pulled by a leash, or a chain. Legs mechanically stepping out of the elevator, down the hall to the door of her demise. Makima was talking, as well as Denji’s panicked voice. A sound that made her wince as she opened up the box, bringing the cake out as she lit the candles atop the icing, hands shaking as she did so.
“Open the door, Denji.”
The doorknob rattled, shaky tugs as the metal door slowly crept open. Power saw her best friend peek behind, nearly sobbing again as she held the cake tighter, ignoring the pain in her chest as she saw how confused he was. Makima's cold gaze peered as well, stepping forward as she heard Denji say something .
“Denji..” Her throat was dry, voice trembling in a way the blood fiend never had before
I’m so sorry..
Bang.