#stestylius: multiverse purpose

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Judging restrictions

Nakia is not ass person by any mean. But she is willing to play the game another way.

Sitri: S-Solomon??! Nakia: I'm not touching their ass, stay put and I'm going to show you how firm they are at a distance.

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Shadow Firefly - " You don't mind picking this little one for a trip, do you, Satan?"

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Bloodwork Duo Card - Angel Crash course!

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Genetics & temper

Chapter 1 Shenanigans - Nakia learns about the bloodline she inherited.

Satan is not helping.

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Past hits deep

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Bloodwork - Safe handsome catch~

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Remembering the first meeting

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In love always

Chapter 1 Shenanigans - Part 10

Solomon is a man in love again. Nakia's family founder is the root of all this :D

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What in "Hell" is Bad - Kaos Arcadia Legion Prologue (5)

Satan wasn’t happy. 

“You never greet Solomon like that!?” He grits his teeth altogether, anger flaring up. Laneila let Nakia go. She stood by herself, looking at the scene unfold. Sitri got up like it was nothing, dusting the concrete walls dust off his uniform. 

“I did it because I wanted to.” What a blunt response coming from a stranger she just met. Nakia feels a huge chill down her spine. 

“Ms. Nakia, who is the person next to you?” It caught the attention of Satan and Sitri. 

“...ah.” Nakia stuttered. “It’s Laneila. My elf companion.” A positive reply without telling the entire truth. Satan didn’t take it seriously, strutting to Laneila’s side, Nakia slapped Satan’s hand. “Hell no you don’t.” Nakia is frowning, protective of Laneila. 

“Haha!” Satan bursts out laughing. “This is a new one. Solomon’s descendants are possessive.” Nakia’s face turns sour when he mocks her. His grin only makes her blood boil. 

“Your Majesty.” Laneila puts Nakia behind his back. “I am one of her contracts you mentioned earlier before they arrived here.” Satan stopped laughing. “As such as the rest of the stones on her belt.” The elf sigh. “I am her first contract since we knew each other. Our bond… is different from your late friend. If Nakia is a descendant of them, they are not the person in question.”

“Hm.” Satan hums, folding his arms over his chest. “How many contracts do you have, Nakia?” His tone has changed from talking about serious matters all of sudden. Nakia’s face remains unchanged from earlier. 

“Counting the ones I have here and the other left in my homeworld, eight in total. Why?” Nakia is still standing behind Laneila. Satan is pondering his decision. Sitri and Ppyong exchange looks. “Right now I have three including Laneila…”

“I knew it.” Satan concludes. 

“Huh?” Everyone speaks at the same time.

“Solomon’s blood is running through your body. Maintaining so much mana, forging contracts with other forms of life, and being able to jump worlds without breaking a sweat - it is all based on his skills.” Satan enumerates all the exploits of his friend, his grin comes back on his face. “Also, having the gut to face an angel alone… you are such a good fighter.” 

“If it is supposed to be flattery, drop that shit out of your mouth.” Nakia commented with a scowl on her face. Laneila blocked her mouth out of habit. Nakia frowned, looking up at Laneila. 

“Feisty.” Satan comments with a wider grin. Laneila warns Nakia with a gaze. She sighed and looked away. He let her go. Sitri walks up to look at Nakia’s injury.

“We will get you bandaged up first before-” 

An explosion cut Sitri off. It rang strongly around the area. They were on higher grounds. 

“Let us leave this please first and discuss the next course of action, your Majesty.” Sitri changes the subject. “We should regroup to another place and find where Belial has been taken.” Laneila stepped in with Nakia. 

“If it is about fighting, we might certainly help.” Nakia steps up. “We have experience on many types of battlefields. If angels are the same flying type as avians in my homeworld or any other worlds I visited, it should be handled easily.” 

“Easily?” Satan scoffs. “Get it through your thick skull, you are human, you may be a mage of all talent but angels exceed your current level.” Satan had a point. “I’m not letting you fight.” Satan turns his back towards the door.

“I am not fighting alone.” Nakia points out. “Technically speaking, I am not.” 

Satan stops his tracks, turning slowly towards the Demelvian duo. Nakia did not know how this world worked, that was a given. She would be having some sort of guidance. Satan told her earlier she was stuck here in Hell until the Sigil of Gabriel would be removed. 

“You don’t know what I am made of.” Nakia argues back to the devil king of Wrath. “You felt the mana is big. Flowing. Demanding. You did not witness it until you came on the clear platform where I faced that guy, Gabriel, alone.” 

Another explosion happens, making the room shine its brightness. For a second, Satan and Sitri swore they saw golden eyes shine with the blow from the explosion. “I am a human, that’s true. So what?” 

“You could have ended up killed.” Satan finally says, his arms crossed. 

“Was I ?” Nakia questions back. Laneila puts a hand on her shoulder as a sign for her stop. Arguing with royalty was a flaw Nakia had, and her tendency to prove herself made it worse. With years of learning and witnessing, Laneila knew her speech pattern after a while. He pulls her backwards. 

“The best we can assist with for now is to heal people. My speciality of that field that I assisted her with during her knight studies.” Satan is about to laugh, Laneila holds his hand up. “Our world isn't as technology advanced as yours. We are what you call in the Medieval times… with our own set of inventions. So, yes, knights exist and Nakia is one of them.” Laneila was serious when it comes to saving face for their home, and he described himself as very diligent. 

“You are not old enough.” Satan sarcastically scolds. 

“I am aware of that, your Majesty.” Laneila replies calmly. “I’m precisely 223 years old.” Satan chokes his spit, biting his lip too hard. Nakia, Sitri and Pyong check on Laneila’s calm face. No one ever replies that swiftly to a king’s mocking. Nakia looks away. Sitri walked forward finally bowing in the duo’s presence.

“Welcome to Gehenna, Solomon, Mr. Laneila.” Nakia sees the state of Gehenna outside. It’s beautiful…yet tragic as Ppyong had put it earlier. Maybe her plan might have to wait.

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Golden rise

Chapter 3 - Shenanigans Part 2

Nakia wakes up on Mammon's lap (instead of his chest like in the game)

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It came off.

Chapter 3 - Shenanigans Part 1

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Total rip off

Chapter 1 Shenanigans - Part 2 - Small incident (Censured)

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Nakia's clothing problem and Satan's CARING RAGE!

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Back in one piece!

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Speak louder... and your thoughts too.

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Root of Originality

(Casper wanders deeper into Nakia's soul to understand her constitution. He comes across of another Nakia which is the original and the start of her other lives.)